The fake prince was exposed at the beginning, and I took office as emperor on the spot

Chapter 70 Even My Prince Consort Can’t Beat Me

Gu Fangchen could clearly sense that the consciousness connected to him was rapidly disappearing and illuminating.

And every change represents the erasure of a life or the advancement of strength.

This was a result he had long anticipated.

Among the 150,000 people, the worst case scenario after [Kill at Nest] takes effect is that 90,000 people will be directly wiped out.

Therefore, he led a part of the Qingman army into the valley in advance to reduce the enemy's strength as much as possible.

After all, this time, according to later secrets, Qingman was serious, and a large army secretly arrived in Qiu'an Road for support.

Don’t think that there is only one fourth-grade Shinto monk on the battlefield, that’s because the third-grade monks are all maintaining the Blood River Repentance Formation to besiege Xiao Yinghao.

It is no exaggeration to say that the White Dragon Army's strength would drop by half if they lost Xiao Yinghao.

Naturally, they were no match for the Qingman army, which was well prepared and launched a surprise attack.

The White Dragon Army Formation activated by Gu Fangchen, even with the help of the fire spirit energy from the mining protection formation, could only provide 80% of the power of the White Dragon Army Formation at its peak.

And it won't last long. At most six hours, the mining protection formation will collapse.

Although showing weakness is to lure the enemy, it is also the actual situation.

As long as one can bet on one hundred cultivators of the seventh rank or above, the strength of the entire White Dragon Army will only increase and not decrease.

There is also a gap in strength between the lower three grades and the middle three grades.

The seventh level of the Blood-Running Realm, which is Gu Fangchen’s current physical cultivation, improves the circulation of Qi and blood in the body. In other words, it improves endurance.

When one reaches the sixth level of Wudan, which is Gu Lianxian's level, one can materialize the aura, and the momentum alone in every gesture is enough to terrify people.

To put it simply, it means that the tiger's body shakes and the enemy bows down (physical).

At this point, killing is just a matter of a glance.

Fighting one against a hundred or one against a thousand is not a problem.

It is conceivable that when charging on the battlefield, the power that a seventh-grade warrior can exert may even be greater than that of ten thousand ninth-grade warriors.

Many times, defeating the strong with the weak means breaking through the enemy's psychological defenses in one go.

No matter how many mobs there are, they are still just mobs.

What's more, there is a certain chance that one can bet on unlimited cultivation.

Theoretically, it's not impossible to bet on a first-grade...

Although the probability is no less than living on the third floor and being hit by a semi-trailer and traveling through time.

Based on the base number of 150,000, the probability is much higher than that of the previous scripture with more than 2,000 words.

Fortunately, Gu Fangchen's luck has always been pretty good.

When the waves washed away the sand and the flood receded, only 80,000 clusters of life flames were left.

There were already 10,000 cultivators of the first rank in the White Dragon Army, and another 1,000 elite cultivators of the eighth rank and above.

But on the other hand, it also means that the rest of the soldiers are just ordinary people.

Their quality corresponds to the lowest "white" quality in the game, and there is no way back.

For Gu Fangchen, this is a business that is sure to make a profit.

At this moment, in his perception, there were 8,000 ninth-grade cultivators, 2,000 eighth-grade cultivators, 1,500 seventh-grade cultivators, and a full 146 sixth-grade cultivators!
But above the fifth rank, there is not a single one left.

The strength of the entire White Dragon Army has more than doubled!
However, Gu Fangchen also felt the strong emotional fluctuations jumping among these people. He exhaled a breath of foul air, overlooking the entire battlefield. With a thought, he directly suppressed everyone's emotions as the leader of the military formation.

This is the advantage of the military formation. As long as most people are united in their emotions, the leader of the formation can smooth out the differences and prevent the rout.

Gu Fangchen looked down at the increasing number of cracks on his palms that were oozing flames, then raised his head without changing his expression and continued to command the remaining troops to fight.

The sigh was barely audible amidst the deafening dragon roar and thunder.

"Those 70,000 people who disappeared in the flood...well, they were just unlucky."

Mercy does not control soldiers, and justice does not control wealth.

Gu Fangchen has done his best and turned the tragic situation of more than 100,000 casualties into one where more than half survived, and victory is in sight.

With his current strength of only the seventh level in martial arts and the eighth level in divine way, this is already an incredible achievement.

Even if Xiao Yinghao came, all he could say was "awesome."

"According to the current offensive momentum, the battle should be temporarily over in another four hours."

"It's all thanks to the third-rank Shinto monks who trapped Xiao Yinghao, otherwise it wouldn't have been so easy..." Qing Man's third-rank monk trapped Xiao Yinghao, but in another sense, wasn't he also trapped by Xiao Yinghao?

Gu Fangchen estimated based on his previous experience in using military formations in battle and found that there was still some room for improvement.

He breathed a sigh of relief immediately, then felt the severe pain coming from all over his body, and his face twisted.

Although the pain is not as severe as the insertion of the Demon-Suppressing Nail, it is equivalent to a mild form of torture.

"Since there's still some left, it means there's still some fire ore left to provide spiritual energy for the formation."

Gu Fangchen gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and the demon-suppressing nails on his body glowed with blood.

He attracted the fire dragon's spiritual energy and poured it into his body.

"Since I'm here and the pain I've endured, it absolutely must not be in vain!"

"Use this spiritual energy and pain to temper my body and break through to the sixth level!"

……

Xiao Yinghao looked at the scene emerging from the blood river.

From Gu Fangchen claiming to be the eldest princess's son-in-law, to activating the White Dragon Army Formation and diverting water into the valley, he miraculously turned the tide of the battle.

Perhaps the Qingman people wanted Xiao Ying's good faith to collapse.

Every scene is vivid in my mind, as clear as if I were there in person.

At first, Xiao Yinghao frowned and looked cold, thinking that this person was also a spy planted by Qingman, who wanted to gain trust by using Ding Xingfeng's name.

When Gu Fangchen said that he and her were engaged since childhood, murderous intent suddenly burst out from her eyes.

She had spent her entire life in the military, so where did this little thief come from, daring to pretend to be engaged to her and ruin her reputation?!
How shameless!
He even boasted that it was I who taught him the White Dragon Army Formation!

joke!

Could she teach the military formation she created to a stranger she didn't even know?
Then, she watched Gu Fangchen control the White Dragon Army, maneuvering on the battlefield and cooperating seamlessly with her White Dragon Army.

Xiao Yinghao: "..."

Perhaps because she had stayed in this river of blood for too long, she even had a moment of self-doubt—

Did she really teach?

Fortunately, Gu Fangchen's operation of diverting water with the "Yunmeng Zeguo" gave Xiao Yinghao a shock, and he came to his senses and frowned again.

This move is extremely dangerous, and it almost means mutual destruction!

If you are at your wit's end, you might as well give it a try. However, the White Dragon Army has just regained its morale and obviously still has some strength to fight.

What a stupid move!
Xiao Yinghao sighed inwardly.

Although this man is quite intelligent, he is obviously not a talented general and does not have much experience in leading troops.

It seems the White Dragon Army is powerless to turn the tide in this battle...

As she was thinking this, all those evil thoughts and distractions came to her mind, and then she suddenly froze, staring at the scene in the river of blood.

"How can it be?!"

The Qingman Tianza who had set up the Blood River Repentance Formation suddenly lost his composure and said in disbelief, exasperated and shocked:
"The White Dragon Army suddenly gained strength. Over a thousand seventh-grade soldiers and over a hundred sixth-grade soldiers suddenly appeared out of nowhere?!"

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Qingman Tiansa's voice trembled. He felt that he was the one in the Blood River Repentance Formation and everything he heard was an illusion.

He had only one thought in his mind, that they had fallen into a trap set by the Wei people. He cursed loudly:
"The people of Wei are truly treacherous and shameless! They cannot be trusted! They cannot be trusted!"

The huge fire dragon broke through the clouds, carrying the rain and moisture, and the dragon's roar resounded throughout the battlefield.

Xiao Yinghao stared blankly, deeply moved.

She also couldn't understand it, but she knew... the White Dragon Army was saved because of this strange man.

She pursed her lips, suddenly drew out her sword and pointed it towards the sky above the blood river, her eyes bright as she gave a wanton smile:
"You old dog Qingman, you can't even beat my consort, and yet you still talk nonsense about the Great Wei! You might as well go to bed!"

The woman's long hair fluttered, and her sword was as sharp as a rainbow, cutting through this false sky.

"Boom..."

The Blood River Repentance Formation suddenly shook.

(End of this chapter)