A million ways to survive in the dungeon

The two hundred thousand troops were training in full swing.

The levels of the three comrades headed by Zheng Sepi have also risen.

Zheng Sepi was the first to break through lv300 in personal level, and Yanran was truly the strongest in the world, Zhao Ao.

I came to him for a drink that day, and this guy started complaining to Zheng Qian, saying that as his level increased, the boundaries between warriors and magicians became increasingly blurred, to the point where he couldn't even figure out whether he was a warrior or a magician.

This is how it is originally. In the early days of mankind, the division into magicians and warriors was originally a trade-off strategy because the levels were low and the attributes could not be equally matched.

After the level is high, the dividing point is probably around lv200. MP, magic element and perception attributes gradually catch up, and the difference between warriors and magicians will become increasingly blurred.

Especially for a pure warrior like Zheng Sepi, as his level increased, he gained a lot of skills that he didn't even recognize.

One of the abnormal conditions is invalidated.

As a result, he can never get drunk no matter how much he drinks.

It is certainly desirable to drink a thousand cups.

But if a thousand tons does not fall, it will be trouble.

"I don't even know how to turn off these skills?" Zheng Sepi covered his head in distress and regret.

Zheng Qian laughed and said, "This is proof that you have become stronger."

"Really?" Zheng Sepi kept rubbing his forehead, as if there was still some bitter water to pour out.

"Zheng Qian."

"What's wrong?"

"You said...if I win this battle, will I protect Sichuan East?"

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't Situ Xing say that after winning, Sichuan East will be dismantled? At the cost of this, the whole world will be united."

"Yeah, what next?"

"If we lose the battle, the whole world will be gone. If we win, Sichuan East will be gone. I'm afraid..."

"Are you afraid that even if you win, it will be meaningless?"

Zheng Sepi paused, and finally nodded.

"I fought the war to protect eastern Sichuan, but no matter whether I won or not, eastern Sichuan was gone after the war. I kept thinking, why did I fight this war?"

Facing Zheng Sepi's confusion, Zheng Qian smiled, stood up and patted his shoulder, said just one sentence, and left.

“Dong Sichuan is never a place, but a group of people and their spirit.”

Crunch.

The wooden door closed gently.

As Zheng Qian left, Zheng Sepi was the only one left in the room.

He recalled what Zheng Qian said with some confusion.

At first he didn't understand.

But soon, he understood.

Well, what’s important is not a place, but the people?

Speaking of which, it’s true.

Zheng Sepi suddenly had some enlightenment in his heart.

He smiled knowingly, and the doubts that had been bothering him for many days finally cleared up.

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There are 73 days left until the decisive battle.

A full seven days have passed since the Zhulong Essence and Blood was distributed.

And half a month has passed since the last count of the number of foundation members of the divine system.

In the past half month, major countries have also allocated funds to establish Zhulong Sect distribution.

I have to say, "My religion is still built, and it will fight side by side with us." This is much more effective than any other slogan.

You know, if you believe in other religions, what gods do you say will bless you? Bless you, have those gods ever come out? Who has been blessed?

As for a religion, the gods are alive and can meet you every now and then. After joining the religion, the blessing is immediate. As long as you are sincere, you can immediately rise to two or three levels. This is no more convincing than other religions.

People are realistic.

In the final analysis, joining a religion is to achieve something that you are powerless to do, to pray for that illusory existence.

At this time, in a religion placed in front of you, the gods are alive in front of you.

Its allure will completely overwhelm any previously existing religion.

In just half a month, the number of people in the Zhulong Sect has surged from 1 million to 6 million, and the growth momentum has no intention of stopping at all.

Zheng Qian's level has reached lv3, and he has begun to hit the second half of the experience bar.

You know, the experience growth rate of six evolutions is ten times. Even if it is only lv3, upgrading will require a full 1T of experience.

That is 1 trillion experiences.

What a terrifying number this is. At level 3 alone, the experience required to level up is more than all the experience gained since birth combined.

But after six evolutions, the attribute improvements with each upgrade are also amazing.

With each level up, Zheng Qianquan's attributes will double.

It can be said that every upgrade is completely different.

The MP has already exceeded 100 million. In the hexagonal panel, other attributes besides perception have also exceeded 100 million. The main attribute magic element has exceeded 1 billion.

Even magic defense has reached 800 million.

As long as he reaches level 4, Zheng Qian predicts that his strength will surpass Zheng Kun.

Of course, this is just about surpassing Zheng Kun in terms of hard power.

In many places, Zheng Qian still cannot surpass him.

For example, now, Zheng Qian can only use it flexibly and freely. Although Tianren can also use it, it is very difficult.

Although Yang Jiuzhu has unlocked all functions, the Ninth God core has not been turned on, so only its core skills have not been unlocked.

Finally, Zheng Qian's strongest dragon breath, the Sigh of Taixu Destroying Dao, cannot evolve.

In the skill tree of truth, Taixu's Sigh of Destruction is the strongest Candle Dragon's Breath.

But after reaching the Nine-Yang Holy Candle Dragon, Zheng Qian clearly felt that there was another realm above this dragon's breath.

Zheng Qian had also seen this realm with his own eyes.

That's what Zheng Kun used when fighting the three officials: Taixu Shenmin.

The truth cannot upgrade the sigh of Taixu destroying Tao.

So if you want to upgrade, you can only upgrade yourself through your mind.

As for the opportunity and method of upgrading, Zheng Qian has no clue at the moment.

The last one is Zheng Qian’s right eye.

Because the current left eye was transplanted from Zheng Kun, the Eye of the Candle Dragon was automatically opened after the transplant.

But Zheng Qian's natural right eye has not yet opened.

Zheng Qian must complete the above four points with 75 days left.

The opponent is [ ], the strongest person in history with hundreds of millions of years of experience.

Although he hasn't seen his power yet, Zheng Qian is not naive enough to think that he can win over this nameless bastard without maxing out these things.

Even if he got all these done, Zheng Qian still didn't think he could win.

Zheng Qian opened the truth's skill tree.

The skill tree diagram that was once dim has now been opened up.

Zheng Qian has acquired more than 80% of the skills in the world, excluding non-exclusive skills.

If converted into the online novels I loved to read in my previous life, if all my attributes and skills were revealed, it would be enough for at least two to three hundred chapters.

But even so, so what?

No chance of winning in sight.

Think back to the day you declared war.

Although the call was made remotely, all auras including murderous aura were blocked.

But Zheng Qian still remembers it fresh.

The overwhelming sense of presence, the fear born from the depths of DNA that cannot be contained even if all auras are blocked.

That is already an existence that is completely superior to God.

He is the strongest person under heaven.

It is by no means a strong person that can be surpassed by simply accumulating time.

It was as if all the resources in the world were concentrated together, and they couldn't surpass him.

If we can't win [ ], we have no chance of winning this war no matter how many demons we kill.

At this moment, sitting alone at his desk, Zheng Qian was in distress.

How, exactly, does it take to win?

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