Do not engage in underworld operations in the human world!

White smoke is certainly not smoke.

Just as the God-Slaying Sword Formation appears to be nothing more than a dust cloud, but is in fact made up of tens of millions of sharp weapons, the white smoke appears to be nothing more than white smoke, but is in fact made up of billions of small pieces of glutinous rice.

White smoke is not smoke. This is a knowledge point in junior high school chemistry.

They are solid.

Yuanshi Tianzun used his eyes, which were so precise that they could even see every atom in the microscopic world, to see the true appearance in the white smoke, and then he was shocked.

Although Jiang Lu could not block these sharp blades that were smaller than cells, they were just the right size for Xiao Nuomi, and they were evenly matched.

Although Xiao Nuomi's overall quality is not high, and even with the power of faith, the effectiveness he can exert is extremely limited, but at least the God-Slaying Sword Formation is something they can see and touch, so they are not as helpless as Jiang Lu.

But after watching for a while, Yuanshi Tianzun felt relieved, convinced that although they could block the God-Slaying Sword Formation for a while, they would not be able to block it for too long.

Because even so, the casualty ratio between Xiao Nuomi and the Zhushen Sword Formation was still a terrifying, catastrophic number of dozens or even hundreds to one.

In other words, dozens or even hundreds of little glutinous rices must be sacrificed to barely block a fragment of the God-Slaying Sword Formation.

The mechanisms and numbers of the little Nuomi are too poor, and they have to gather together temporarily to put up this kind of resistance, which is something they have never thought of in their daily pampered lives. This is undoubtedly a great test of their beliefs and will.

You must know that the fragments of the God-Slaying Sword Formation only act in accordance with the orders of Yuanshi Tianzun. They are essentially planes and tanks on the battlefield, and do not require humans to drive them. They can be said to be emotionless war machines that do not know what fear is.

But what about the little glutinous rice?

They are alive and energetic, and are flesh and blood warriors that are completely different from the cold fragments of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

After seeing their companions fall one after another, some of them had even made an agreement not long ago that they must go to a new Zigong together in the future, and then go hand in hand and become close friends of the twin brothers.

Of course they would be afraid.

After seeing that it takes a huge price, with dozens or even hundreds of people killed, to temporarily retreat a piece of debris, and that these debris that were obviously driven away would soon come back again.

Of course they will despair.

Even though their number far exceeds the fragments of the God-Slaying Sword Formation, it is not thousands or even tens of thousands times more. Such a loss ratio is far beyond the limit they can afford.

At this moment, they recalled what Jiang Lu said before leaving.

"Will you die for me?"

Yes, he had known long ago that this would be a battlefield from which there would be no return, and he did not deceive anyone. It was just that no one at that time had expected that the real battlefield would be so cruel.

This is like a war that is doomed to fail.

On this battlefield, the meaning of their existence seems to be to use their lives to delay time.

Is it really worth it?
Many little glutinous rice kids had such doubts in their minds.

Then, some of them wavered.

Is this battle really necessary?

Looking at the fragments whizzing past their heads and the divine light they cast from time to time, more than a dozen of their compatriots died on the spot, were either cut into several pieces, or were simply blown into pieces. They hid in the trenches of body fluids and looked at each other in silence.

Until someone broke down: "I can't die here, my mother hopes that I can be a person with eggs in the future, I can't die here and disappoint her!"

It rushed out of the trench and rushed back like mad, trying to rush back to the safe house where Jiang Lu was.

No one stopped it.

How could they stop someone who showed his cowardice?
Even if they wanted to stop it, they didn't have the nerve to do so.

If you stop it, isn't that denying yourself?

They also want to survive, but they are not as hysterical as it is.

Can be sudden.

Kuchi!

With a big mouth, it bit off the head of the escaping little Nuomi.

"I hate deserters the most!"

The person who said this was different from the gray and white little glutinous rice. Not only was he bloated, he even looked a little deformed, and his entire body was yellow and black, looking like an obese and deformed person who had been severely burned.

Someone recognized it.

"You are. Cancer!"

The little sticky rice were horrified.

This is one of the cancer cells that they used to be so afraid of. Although Jiang Lu has a special physique and will not get cancer, it only means that the cancer cells cannot wreak havoc in his body, but it does not mean that they no longer exist.

As mentioned above, the production of cancer cells is also a normal life activity. It is just a mutated cell. It is inevitable that some mutated individuals will appear among countless cells.

But even if they cannot wreak havoc, their ability to proliferate indefinitely and infect normal cells still strike fear into all cells and tissues, including Xiao Nuomi.

The fear of them even surpasses death and the high-tech killing weapon like the God-Slaying Sword Formation!
"Why are you here?"

The little sticky rices huddled together as if facing a great enemy, and looked at the solitary cancer with caution.

Cancer looked at the little sticky rice in front of him with mockery, and said indifferently: "My original troops were dispersed, and we came here during the fighting. Then I saw a deserter among you. Humph, if our father saw it, he would definitely be disappointed. So I just ate it. What do you think?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the little Nuomis felt ashamed.

They didn't expect that cancer cells would also join the battle.

The father he was referring to was of course Jiang Lu.

They also knew that being a deserter was shameful and was undoubtedly a betrayal to Jiang Lu, who had given them life. But in the face of such a terrible threat, who could remain unshakable?

“We just want to survive”

Someone couldn't help but whispered.

I thought that cancer cells, which are living with death all day long, could understand this feeling, but no one expected that cancer cells would just ignore it.

"Who doesn't want to live? But..." Cancer looked back at the Queen Mother of the West, whose size was like a world barrier to them, with no visible boundaries up and down, left and right:
"Although my father is great, we have nowhere to go. Behind us is Zigong."

The little glutinous rices were speechless.

Cancer continued to ask: "What's the point of escaping from the battlefield? Even if we can escape, we won't even have a country anymore. Where should we go and how can we live?"

“But even if I don’t run away”

Before he could finish his words, another fragment of the God-Slaying Sword Formation flashed by. Several little Nuomi were unable to dodge and died on the spot in front of everyone.

"look!"

The little sticky rice closest to them screamed crazily:

"We have no power to resist at all. We have only risked our lives to resist before. We have no chance of winning!"

"I don't know if we have a chance of winning if we stay here, but I know that if we leave, we will have absolutely no chance of winning."

Cancer looks fierce:
“While we still have the strength, we will use the faith given to us by our Father to block it!
When our faith runs out, we will use our bodies to carry it!

Our flesh bodies are shattered, so we will use our teeth and our last breath to bite off a piece of iron sheet from those steel monsters!
We are the offspring of our proud father, and even though we didn't manage to grow up to be adults, I hope you all remember this.

You know, we all have the same genes as our father flowing in our bodies!

I believe that if it were him, he would never run away. Even if we died on this battlefield, as long as we could buy him enough time, he would definitely help us avenge us. At that time, we would be heroes and would be reunited with our father in Valhalla one day! ! "

The little sticky rice were stunned.

They stared blankly at the body that once seemed terrifying and like a monster.

Now, I just feel that he is tall and majestic.

"Ah, but do we have Valhalla? According to our customs, it should be called a temple or something, right?"

Ai was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed: "This boy is a chatterbox, quite like his father, you can be the temporary commander, gather the remaining troops nearby to integrate forces, and prepare for a counterattack! I will cooperate with you, and if anyone disobeys you, I will bite off his head in one bite!"

As he said this, he threw over a piece of yellowish-brown substance.

"What is this?" The chatterbox took the thing and looked at it in confusion.

"Take a puff, it's refreshing." Ai took out another piece and took a sip: "This thing is called nicotine tar mixture. It is a special individual ration for our troops. A large part of the reason why we are so strong in combat is because of this."

The other little Nuomi looked at each other, and after a brief hesitation, they made up their minds.

"Give me some, too."

"I also want."

"Take a bite, fuck them!"

"Okay." Ai nodded: "As long as you are ready to die with me in a while, I can give you as many as you want!"

Such scenes occurred everywhere on the battlefield.

Cancer cells, which are usually like rats crossing the street and are hated by everyone, and whose names can make children stop crying, turn into masters of wartime mobilization on the battlefield.

Wherever the cancer cells passed, the little sticky rices were infected one after another. They not only became more united, but also became more motivated.

The cancer cells did not spread or devour them, or transform them into cancer cells. Instead, they encouraged the demoralized Xiao Nuomi with their own beliefs. Of course, they also received help from the old smoker Jiang Lu, although he himself may not realize it.

Therefore, Yuanshi Tianzun, who had concluded that the white smoke could not last long, soon discovered that they had transformed and sublimated.

They are no longer just passively blocking, robbing Peter to pay Paul, filling the void with their lives, and appearing to be a very chaotic mob.

Somehow, they united together and started using tactics!
Not only that, they are more like they have taken stimulants. Even if we put aside the point of coordination, their individual combat capabilities have been unprecedentedly improved.

As a result, their bodies began to gradually turn yellow and black.

Yuanshi Tianzun took a look and understood everything.

"Are they overdrawing their own lives?!"

He widened his eyes, and for the first time did not hide his shock:

"Jiang Lu! You have poison in your semen?!"

Jiang Lu, who was busy trying to develop himself, was also stunned when he heard this. He took the time to take a look, and then he was also stunned.

“Who the hell is smoking in there?!”

Yuanshi Tianzun didn't understand. After taking a whiff, he felt his nose and throat choked and his head dizzy. He felt better only after he used his divine power to force out the smoke.

But Jiang Lu understands.

This is fucking Li Qun!
After discovering this, Jiang Lu couldn't help but applaud:
"Okay, okay, so this is the correct way to use Liqun. I said Wang Yuan's realm is higher than Ding Zhen's!"

While cheering, Jiang Lu did not forget to seize the time to continue his development.

Now he has developed to the stage of about seven or eight months.

In fact, at this point, he already has the ability to be a premature baby and can give it a try.

But after all, premature babies have many congenital deficiencies. Even if the plan is very successful, the success rate is less than one in ten. If possible, he still wants to go out after full-term, so that the success rate can be greatly improved.

Although October is still some time away and time is still tight, Jiang Lu's mood is much better now than before.

After seeing his children fighting bravely on the battlefield below, he felt much more at ease and more confident.

My top priority now is to continue to develop and ignore other things. I must not let their sacrifices on the front line go to waste!

"It will be fine soon. Just hold on a little longer."

Jiang Lu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and at the same time eagerly absorbed the nutrients from the Queen Mother of the West's body.

As the number of the little sticky rice in front of him continued to decrease, Yuanshi Tianzun, who was only concerned with controlling the Zhushen Sword Formation to encircle and annihilate them, did not notice that the Queen Mother of the West's belly was swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye. (End of this chapter)