My equipment is designed for cultivation; I started by slaughtering my way through a small world.

Chapter 216 Land God Kingdom

Thinking of this, a resolute glint flashed in Jin Ao's eyes, and he switched the Qingyun warship to intelligent mode.

Jin Ao transformed into a golden ray of light and arrived at the hatch of the Qingyun warship.

Immediately, he jumped down.

"You mere natives, die!"

Jin Ao let out a long roar, and his exaggerated beard shone with golden light. The sharp metal power was integrated into the sound wave, and a phantom of a lion a hundred meters tall appeared behind him.

Accompanied by his long howl, rings of sound spread across the sky above the harbor city, and rings of golden light rippled outwards.

Jin Ao made a hand seal, and the golden sound waves actually transformed into more than a hundred golden lions in the sky.

"Roar!!"

The golden lion charged into the crowd of cultivators in the harbor city, letting out fierce roars. The low-level cultivators around the golden lion immediately became as if they were drunk, and their escape lights became erratic.

The golden lion opened its mouth and inhaled sharply, and illusory shadows flew out from the bodies of those low-level cultivators.

The moment these shadows touched the golden lion, they shattered.

"Swish swish"

The monks of Harbor City were like fruit trees struck by a hurricane, with fruit falling from the sky one by one.

In the blink of an eye.

Jin Ao killed hundreds or even thousands of low-level cultivators, all of whom had their souls shattered and were beyond dead.

The moment Jin Ao made his move.

This attracted the attention of both sides. Inside the Qingyun warship, Guan Lin and the other three centurions saw Jin Ao slaughtering the native cultivators in the harbor city and gaining merits.

"Look, Jin Ao is getting anxious."

"He even used an immature three-system fusion technique. It seems that the new squad leader is putting a lot of pressure on Lao Jin."

In the last battle, when we broke through the encirclement, Jin Ao used the three-system fusion Dao technique for the first time, and was even backfired by the Dao technique.

"How long has it been? He probably hasn't fully mastered the three-element fusion technique yet. I wonder how long Old Jin can hold on?"

As centurions, their main task was to pilot warships and lead teams on missions.

In fact.

They don't need to personally engage in a life-or-death battle with these low-level cultivators.

According to military regulations, all mercenaries in Moxia will automatically receive a portion of military merit for each enemy cultivator they kill.

Under normal circumstances, the military merits of an ordinary mercenary cannot exceed those of a centurion.

Unless a new, exceptionally talented monk emerges.

Like Gu Qing, the number of enemy cultivators killed by an individual is comparable to ten or even a hundred times that of an ordinary mercenary.

In the fleet's communication channel, Guan Lin shook his head and said, "I warned Jin Ao long ago that Gu Qing is no ordinary mercenary. Recruiting such a super rookie into your team will inevitably backfire if you can't control him."

"You know what, Jin Ao is actually quite fast."

"In just this short time, he has already earned more than twenty military merits. These native cultivators in the port city are very weak, and military merits are like freebies for them."

Other centurions on the communications channel remarked with considerable envy.

Upon hearing this, Guan Lin's cold face showed a hint of disdain as he said, "Our main task is to pilot the warship. Jin Ao has abandoned his post without authorization and is courting death."

"hey-hey.

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"Old Jin is now in a dilemma. If he doesn't personally take the lead and gain merit, he will soon be challenged by newcomers."

"However, that new recruit named Gu Qing is indeed not to be underestimated."

Even if Lao Jin goes all out to gain military merits, his accumulation speed is not much faster than Gu Qing's.

"Yes, it is indeed terrifying."

On the warship's communication channel, someone nodded in agreement.

This mission is a bit strange. We haven't seen any of the Holy Covenant Divine Court's divine kingdom cultivators yet, but killing these native cultivators has become a lucrative task.

Such a good thing is hard to come by, and the centurions on the warship were all feeling a little uneasy.

Seeing Jin Ao eating with his mouth full of oil, they were very unhappy.

just.

After experiencing numerous missions, they understood even more that staying alive was more important than anything else.

Unbeknownst to Gu Qing, while he was hunting down Foundation Establishment stage indigenous cultivators, Jin Ao was secretly vying with him.

In fact, Gu Qing did not deliberately hunt down and harvest those low-level native cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm.

The low-level cultivators he killed were all fools who insisted on running into his sword.

"Zzz! Zzz!"

The Azure Emperor Sword Manual, perfected by the heavens, encompasses the six fundamental wood-attribute sword techniques: Spring Equinox, Rain Water, Awakening of Insects, and Grain Rain. In Gu Qing's hands, these techniques possess unfathomable power.

The emerald green light emanating from Gu Qing's body grew increasingly dazzling.

In the clash of blood and fire, Gu Qing and his nine shadow clones formed the Myriad Manifestations Formation, a military battle formation developed by the Immortal Wood Group. The human version of this formation can evolve into the spirit of the Immortal Wood.

Gradually.

A strange tree grew behind Gu Qing, and this tree was somewhat similar to the Divine Soul Tree deep in Gu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness.

The other Immortal Wood Spirits evolved from mercenaries hired by the Immortal Wood Group are all magical spirits cultivated by the Immortal Wood Group.

When it came to Gu Qing, a mutation actually occurred.

With the blessing of the mutated immortal tree spirit, Gu Qing waved his hand, and countless emerald green sword lights crisscrossed the sky, annihilating the native cultivators of the harbor city.

Gu Qing's sword light was very agile and full of vitality.

The sword light transformed into something like a real plant, capable of entwining and strangling like vines.

"Hahaha."

"Two words: Awesome!!"

Gu Qing was invincible among these native cultivators, and his target was firmly set on the native Foundation Establishment cultivators.

He has already killed dozens of native Foundation Establishment cultivators.

He looked up at the indigenous monks ahead, searching for his next target.

Many of the lower-ranking natives lost their will to attack Gu Qing after he left.

Those low-level native cultivators who had the ambition and courage to act were all blown into clouds of blood mist in the sky. Bathed in blood, the green lotus, nourished by countless lives of flesh and blood, circulated with vitality, and the spirit of the immortal tree behind Gu Qing became even more vibrant.

"That demon is finally gone."

"The cultivators of the Immortal Kingdom are exceptionally evil, forging their life force and spiritual essence with their flesh and blood. Unless the Lord of the Divine Kingdom intervenes, with our strength, we are no match for that person at all—"

"God!"

"Please, please save us."

Watching Gu Qing's departing figure, many terrified native cultivators felt their faith in the divine kingdom become exceptionally firm.

Perhaps only despair can make a person devout.

Buzzing—

It seemed to be responding to the sentiments of these indigenous monks.

Unbeknownst to them, a faint tremor emanated from all parts of Harbour City.

On the ground, within the port city, countless ordinary civilians were huddled in their homes or in various dilapidated corners.

No matter where they are, a miniature statue of a deity is placed in front of everyone.

The ordinary people of Harbor City suddenly heard the voice of the [Spirit Shepherd].

"Pray for our Lord!"

"May Paul and the others be safe!"

The Shepherd's voice rang in everyone's ears.

In despair, a single hope arose in the hearts of all ordinary people, and everyone prayed fervently.

Gradually.

Golden rays of light rose from within Harbour City.

The beliefs of hundreds of millions of ordinary people converged, and golden light rose like the sun.

"God said!"

"Flying is prohibited in this divine realm."

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