This is a Miracle

[One emperor through the ages, a long time will be combined and a long time will be divided]

As the Empress of the East unleashed her miraculous power, the whole world has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The original mountain and sea world began to disappear, replaced by a boundless ancient battlefield.

The yellow sand rolled, and the tombs were everywhere.

But in the chilling wind of this charming eye, one after another figure seems to have walked out of the long river of history. They are standing in the army formation, looking solemnly waiting for the drumbeat of war.

"Copying the mountain spirit, copying the weapon," Bai Luo secretly said, "Can Feiya be able to copy a human?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Without waiting for Isafiya to react, the army standing at the forefront was already charging forward.

This is a cavalry, but it is not a human soldier, but the soul of the ancient heroes sleeping in the ancient battlefield.

The strength of each of them is not below the extraordinary, and the stronger ones have reached the level of heroes, masters and kings.

Not only that, taking heroes as an example, they themselves possess hero-level power, and the armor they wear and the weapons they hold are all hero-level. Even the warhorse under their crotch, Bai Luo faintly perceives the power of Xue Li. .

"That's Zhao Bianqi!"

The Great Emperor Dongyue immediately passed on the knowledge: "A hero is equal to at least four heroes, and both are legends, but they are several times stronger than ordinary legends."

"Hu Fu rides and shoots, Rongbian Buddha."

The person at the head is like a god who came into the world. When Panda Xian and Tengu Ji saw this person, they murmured: "The inheritance of King Zhao Wuling..."

"His Majesty!"

"Give me their info!"

There are too many people in front of me, and the senior sister captured at least one epic, digital legend, and a large number of kings in just one scan.

"A total of 47,200 people."

"Too much!!"

Isefiya's power of miracles is sufficient, but there are too many, and it is too difficult to copy them all.

"Is this the second flaw in replication?"

Senior Sister suddenly understood: "The speed is too fast to be parsed, and the quantity is too large to be parsed."

"Don't analyze those soldiers," Dongyue the Great suggested, "The one headed by the analysis!"

Without hesitation, Senior Sister immediately focused her will on the figure of the god of war who led the charge of the entire army, and the next moment, a figure descended on Isefiya.

"Zhao Yong!"

"King of the Northern Border!"

"Um?"

King Zhao Wuling had just woken up, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a lot of familiar faces: "Dongyue, as well as pandas and tengu."

"kill!!!!"

There was a thunderous cry in his ears, and King Zhao Wuling was keenly aware of the current situation. As soon as he turned around, he immediately saw Zhao Bianqi rushing towards him.

"This is, my Zhao Bianqi?"

King Zhao Wuling was very familiar with the elite army he had trained by himself, his thoughts turned quickly, and he immediately said: "Your Majesty,

Zhao Bianqi's entire army information is here! "

"Thank you."

With King Zhao Wuling present, Senior Sister skipped the stage of scanning one by one.

"Oh?"

King Zhao Wuling exuded bursts of brilliance. He looked at his hand and realized the source of this imagination: "The body is being reshaped."

In the blink of an eye, King Zhao Wuling had already appeared on the yellow sand battlefield, and behind him, he had personally cultivated the most trusted soldiers, there were quite a few, and all of them were there.

"king!"

"General!"

"We, are we resurrected?"

Zhao Bianqi are not clay puppets, they have their own wisdom, and they come from Avalon.

If there is no one emperor through the ages, Avalon cannot call the inheritance below the hero level.

But through copying, Avalon's potential power was forcibly stimulated. After all, in theory, even a speck of dust that existed in the past would be inherited by the Avalon world.

As for these heroic souls, extraordinary or extraordinary, naturally they will not be missed.

"Please help me, ancient king."

"Ha ha ha ha."

King Zhao Wuling just laughed and didn't answer, because he didn't need to say anything.

After many years, who would have thought that there would be one day when he could recall the army that belonged to him and gallop on the battlefield again.

"Zhao Bianqi!!!"

Looking at the same enemy who was charging ahead, King Wuling of Zhao raised the ancient sword in his hand and pointed at the sky: "Let these descendants look at the heroic appearance of the ancestors, whoever embarrassed Lao Tzu, he will not be forgiven!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Because they were all copies, Zhao Wuling King not only fell down the rank, but also couldn't exert his full strength before birth.

To a certain extent, the strength of the two Zhao Bianqi is almost the same.

It's just that compared with the army of the Eastern Empress, King Wuling of Zhao's army has some special temperament, one is not fighting for honor, but simply enjoying the joy of battle.

"What a strange army."

Both Bai Luo and Ying Muxuan noticed the bloody battle on the battlefield, but compared to the solemnity of the same side, the soldiers on the other side were all smiling, as if they were doing something happy.

"They died once."

The Great Emperor Dongyue said with emotion: "How can we not be happy if we can come back to life and fight again."

If the army of the Eastern Empress is a new generation that has inherited power, then what Senior Sister copied is the older generation who inherited the power.

The advantages and disadvantages of the two are not discussed first, but in terms of experience, the latter has one more death experience than the former.

"Good fight."

Ying Muxuan didn't expect that the same collision of forces could show such a unique scenery.

For a time, even the Empress Dong began to appreciate it.

"But with only two armies, it's still too monotonous."

After speaking, Ying Muxuan raised his hand and waved, only to see that three completely different armies appeared after Zhao Bianqi in her house.

At the same time, there were also the voices of the three armies resounding through the sky, the voices of the military souls echoing throughout the ages.

"Five capital cities with a halberd, one soldier and eight taels of gold!"

"The seventy-two battles are unbeatable!"

"Sweep Liuhe, together with eight wastes!"

The appearance of three armies at one time brought a lot of pressure to Isefiya, and as before, the senior sister could not recognize the origin of these three armies.

"Qi martial arts, Wei Wuzu, Qin Ruishi!"

This time, it was Magnus who spoke, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "My dear, the army of the lost empire, is she going to scream from beginning to end?"

But this is just the beginning, because soon, more armies from the Lost Realm appear on the battlefield.

Tiger and Leopard Riders, Xian Deng Dead Warriors, White Horse Righteous Followers, Wudang Flying Army, White Ear Soldiers, and Trapped Camp. . . . . .

"What is this doing?"

Isafiya stared at the East Empress who was still aloof, she was so casual.

He clearly threw out an army that was almost equivalent to a country's military strength to other Lords of Miracles, but Ying Muyan seemed to have spilled the wine in the wine glass without even looking at it.

"almost."

The Empress of the East has thrown an army of more than one million, but most of them are legendary, and there are few epics.

If Ying Muxuan couldn't use the mythical power, Yisefiya would not believe it, but she still controlled it, obviously to bring more pressure to senior sister.

This is not a simple defeat, she wants to completely defeat Isefiya.

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