Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1942: I was forced

Lin Beichen's heart skipped a beat.

Several avatars thousands of miles away sent back many thoughts and messages.

Everything is going according to plan.

He has always been sitting quietly in the Primordial Golden Hall of the War Fortress.

No matter how fierce the battle outside was, no matter what the results were, he did not intervene in the advance of the Third Route Army. The military orders and plans of the Supreme Combat Staff Headquarters had already been set.

Lin Beichen's attack before to scare the chickens to scare the monkeys was just to make the whole army strictly follow the military orders of the Supreme Staff, and not allow any self-assertion and disorderly military discipline, not to delay and disrupt this plan.

He is hurrying up to practice.

Since going to Zhenzhou, the host country, and meeting the young woman Qinglei, Lin Beichen has a strange feeling of ecstasy in his whole body. Profound truth, gradually comprehended.

And the various skills that I practiced before, such as Wuqi Chaoyuan Jue, Yin-Yang Interaction Great Compassion Fu, Wuxiang Sword Bone, Yin Qi Jue, Yuxu Swordsmanship out of Void, Lovesickness into the Bone Kendo, etc., have begun to faintly connect and merge.

And this kind of fusion is based on the great art of covering the sky.

Lin Beichen discovered that his body seemed to have become a vortex black hole that devoured everything, swallowing all the messy power from various exercises into it, and then continuously squeezing, refining, and mixing it to the end. A kind of gradual qualitative change has been formed.

And this qualitative change does not depend on his will.

It is also irreversible.

"Although I have dreamed many times that I can practice lying down and relying on breathing, but this kind of change has appeared on me in this state, which is really frightening."

Lin Beichen felt a little uneasy.

Along the way, he relied on his own hard work and one percent cheating to achieve what he is today.

Others practice hard, the higher the level of cultivation, the slower the improvement.

Especially when you reach the realm of the ancestors, there is almost no one in hundreds of millions. It is almost impossible to go further, let your talent be amazing, let your bones be unparalleled, this world can finally reach the realm of the ancestors, Just a few.

The recent ancestors practiced for hundreds of thousands of years, and it is already a fluke to make an inch of progress.

But he, Lin Beichen, why does his cultivation grow faster as he gets to the last moment, like a fruit that is about to ripen, it doesn't need too much nourishment, it just needs time to mature and fall to the ground .

Good thing?

Bad thing?

Lin Beichen is hard to be sure.

But in the next ten days or so, Lin Beichen gradually discovered that he could fully control the new power that appeared in his body, without the slightest discomfort, let alone the slightest sign of madness.

So he felt relieved.

In the past ten days, the imperial army has achieved great victories on all fronts.

The Flying Fish Arm spiral star area was completely captured.

Where the imperial army passed, it almost destroyed this large star area with a long history. Planets were blown up one after another, and the orbits and energy of celestial bodies were disordered. , A place of death where broken stars are scattered all over.

Although the Imperial Army lost more than one billion troops, it actually achieved the previously expected strategic goals.

The Beichen Legion suffered heavy losses. Dozens of emperor-level powerhouses died in battle. The core elite lost more than half. , also lost control over all wormhole jump points.

It can be said that the Beichen Legion is at the end of its rope.

Being made dumplings and becoming a tiger in a fish cage, doomed to ultimate perdition.

Even if the Imperial Army uses human lives to fill it up, it can still grind away the Tianyu Galaxy bit by bit.

Under the encirclement and suppression of the imperial army, Dr. Dao suffered even more heavy losses. His ancestral home Qiuzhi Academy fell, Shudi Kongshan Yingquan died in battle, and the four major teaching directors of Qiuzhi Academy Shushan, Haoshou, Yuanjing and Kuquan was killed in battle, and many talented disciples such as Qiao Helu, Murong Tianjue, Buqiuren, etc. were captured and killed at the sacrifice platform.

Only Qin Lianshen, the contemporary descendant of the doctoral way, led a remnant party of less than 50,000 under his command to hide into the twenty-first hall, protected by the power of the former ancestor of the doctoral way, temporarily escaped into the void, and escaped with his life. Can no longer pose a threat

Luo Zhengyang, the commander-in-chief of the left-wing army of the Empire, sent his top-level celestial formation divisions to arrange a phalanx of nine heavens and ten places around the teary galaxy. Even the first palace couldn't break through and escape.

"Unless it is an ancestor-level shot, the twenty-first hall will be dug out sooner or later!"

Luo Zhengyang is full of confidence.

If there is really an ancestor-level shot, it can't be regarded as his dereliction of duty.

The worst battle was in the Gengjin God Dynasty theater.

After the new commander-in-chief Chen Bandit took power, he strictly implemented the military orders of the Supreme Commander's Staff Headquarters, crushing them almost inch by inch, beheading all the rebels.

But the alchemy traps arranged in the vast starry sky caused huge losses to the advancement of the imperial army.

An inch of starry sky equals an inch of blood.

Countless starships and war fortresses turned into fly ash. Countless human races, beast races, and prehistoric remnant powerhouses fell.

The corpses are all over the galaxy.

The breath of death hangs over the shattered starry sky.

During such a difficult advance, the right-wing army paid the price of two billion troops wiped out, and finally formed an encirclement of the Gengjin Dynasty.

Now, only the imperial capital star is still under the control of Empress Gengjin Chenchen, and the other star roads and starry sky around it have been controlled by the imperial army.

At this point, the encirclement of the three major battlefields was finally formed.

In the past, the three anti-desolation ancient clan forces who were closely connected with each other and used to be the horns of each other were finally completely isolated and lost the possibility of mutual support.

The first strategic goal of the Imperial Army has been achieved.

And during this process, Lin Beichen was always inside the main hall of his war fortress, and never stepped out of the main hall.

Today.

A terrifying force appeared outside the hall.

Lin Beichen's heart skipped a beat.

The person who should come has finally come.

"Fellow Daoists are here in person, but welcome far away."

Lin Beichen's voice echoed.

"Hehe, Li Daoyou's cultivation has improved."

The ancestor of the blood demon appeared, walked into the hall, and said: "Congratulations."

He is the voice among the ancestors of the ancient tribe.

"Fellow Daoist is here this time, but for the death of the ancestor of Yin Yin?"

Lin Beichen said.

The ancestor of the blood demon said: "Not only for this reason, but also for the 'yang' luck that is exclusively monopolized by fellow Taoists. This is inconsistent with our previous agreement, and the cathode allies in the organization are very dissatisfied with this."

It turns out that all the "Yang" luck on the battlefield before was plundered by Lin Beichen with the "Breath of the Dead" first, and none of it fell into the hands of those cathode monsters.

As the commander in chief, he knows the start of every war, big or small, and arrives ahead of time with his avatar. The speed is so fast and the efficiency is so high that the ancestors of the cathode can't even catch up with the soup.

"The cathode allies have reached the limit of their patience with fellow daoists."

The ancestor of the blood demon said: "Fellow daoists, please focus on the overall situation, and don't cause troubles in vain. Fellow daoists are people from the prehistoric universe, and they have immeasurable 'yang' luck. If you want to produce it, you need yin qi." Refining and refining, and then collecting 'Yang' Qi luck, will not benefit fellow Taoists."

Lin Beichen sighed, and said: "Fellow Daoist Blood Demon should know that I am completely forced to act like this, and I have to do it as a last resort."