Strange World Survival Manual

In the 323rd year of Tianbeng and the 46th year of Tianqian, Emperor Qian summoned countless craftsmen to build a star observatory.

The observatory was built in the northern suburbs of Beijing and cost a lot of money.

What makes people feel weird is that every time the observatory is about to be built, it will suddenly collapse, as if it has violated some taboo.

In just ten years, the observatory was built eighteen times and collapsed eighteen times.

Rumors spread in the country that Emperor Qian was innocent and had been abandoned by heaven and earth, and the people's hearts were unstable.

In recent years, the attitudes of the countries in the north and the west have begun to change. They no longer surrender to Iraq and even begin to counterattack Iraq.

And when the northwest countries attacked Iraq, they discovered that this once arrogant power was actually more fragile than imagined.

The country of Iraq has gone from a powerful country to a mouth-watering cake just like it has gone from a ferocious beast.

The countries in the northwest became more and more courageous as they fought.

This also angered the country of Iraq, which quickly mobilized its troops to counterattack other countries.

The war immediately fell into a state of anxiety.

Because of the war, the country of Iraq consumed the last of its national power, and this once giant dragon finally collapsed.

In the fifty-sixth year of Tianqian Emperor Qian's death, he was reduced to ashes along with the Dengtiantai.

And those who died together with Emperor Qian were also ministers in the court.

They chanted "immortal life" and went to death in despair.

And the two legendary concubines who were all-powerful to the country suddenly disappeared, which made people sigh with regret.

At the same time, because the capital city was captured, various parts of the country were in charge of their own affairs, and some places were made miserable by warlords.

Peasant uprisings broke out all over the country, setting fire to the prairie fire.

In the same year, the alliance of the northwest countries attacked the city and quickly conquered various places.

The country of Yi is like a place where poisonous insects are raised, including rebel armies and other countries.

The fighting continued.

And because of the continuous attacks, the various forces will change their territory, and the upper-level figures have no regard for the life and death of the people below.

All kinds of horrific massacres, genocide, robbery, rape, and the use of people as military food abound.

This situation has lasted for more than sixty years.

In these more than sixty years, many outstanding characters have appeared. Some are dead, some are old, and some are just children.

"How much is left?"

In a teahouse, a voice asked.

"Now it has reached nine thousand eight hundred, and there are still two hundred that have not returned." Another voice replied.

"Are the last two hundred people returning to their positions?" Xiaoyu looked at Zhang Yuan and asked.

"Soon." Zhang Yuan replied with a smile.

He was filled with sighs in his heart. He never thought that in just one hundred years, Li Si would be able to create so many ghosts and immortals.

At this moment, he realized how terrifying the artifact was.

What kind of existence are those gods?

Of course, Zhang Yuan also understood that Bai Zhao's help was one of the reasons why he could achieve such an achievement.

Otherwise, Li Si would not have been able to develop to such an extent within a short period of time.

Perhaps, this was the opportunity for the Dragon Clan's final luck to turn, and it was also the Dragon Clan's final counterattack against Zhao Wuqi.

"But, can this really beat Zhao Wuqi?" Zhang Yuan was not sure at all.

Because Zhao Wuqi has the most abundant resources in the world and has accumulated them for more than a thousand years, it makes people feel that this person has no bottom.

He even learned from Li Si that Zhao Wuqi had killed many gods.

Are they really able to deal with such a person?

Neither Zhang Yuan nor Li Si was sure at all.

In fact, they felt very uneasy.

A hundred years have passed in this world, and a year has passed in the outside world.

During this year, the waves surged into the sky and swallowed up the earth, killing and injuring countless humans, demons and ghosts.

However, Zhao Wuqi never appeared.

It's like the calm before the storm.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong."

Zhang Yuan and Xiaoyu looked down at the teahouse. There were many souls being pulled by ghosts below.

These souls are sometimes mixed with ghosts.

These ghosts have ferocious faces, and their eyes are full of greed, hatred, and malice.

The sound just now was exactly what they made.

Snapped! ! !

"What's it called?"

There was a sound of whips, and the ghosts on one side whipped the ghosts angrily with their whips, causing the ghosts to wail in pain and no longer dare to scream.

Zhang Yuan and Xiaoyu looked at it and lost interest.

Because of the war, this kind of soul has never been missing.

"It's almost time." Zhang Yuan said suddenly.

When Xiaoyu next to him heard this, he also understood what it meant.

Now that a hundred years have passed, it is time for the last two hundred ghosts and immortals to return to their places.

Thinking of this, Xiaoyu immediately grabbed Zhang Yuan and disappeared with a thought.

"Huhu..."

The surrounding wind was fierce, and the two people suddenly appeared on the top of the clouds.

At this time, more than nine thousand ghosts and immortals have gathered on this cloud.

When they saw Xiaoyu and Zhang Yuan appear, their faces immediately showed respect.

As two people who have controlled the situation of this world for hundreds of years, they respect them very much.

If it weren't for Zhang Yuan and Xiaoyu's plans, the ghosts and immortals in this world would never have reached such a terrifying level.

Zhang Yuan and Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to the gazes of these ghosts and fairies, and just looked down.

At this time, below, there are two forces confronting each other.

Among them, one force was well-organized and looked well-trained. There was a majestic momentum among the army.

There was a big flag in the army, with the word "LV" written on it.

The army on the other side looked a bit uneven, with as many as eighteen flags.

If this side's army has any advantage, it can only be that there are more people.

The number of people on their side was several times that of the other side.

"This is the eighteenth prince's crusade against Xiao Duan. I didn't expect him to be so strong." Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing.

"The family he reincarnated into is a descendant of the Lu family, and he is the orthodox person in this world, so he is more easily accepted by others, and his influence is naturally the strongest." Zhang Yuan replied.

When Xiaoyu heard this, she couldn't help but look towards Lu Jun's tent. Through the tent, she could clearly see the old man sitting cross-legged inside.

The old man's hair was already gray and his skin was full of wrinkles.

But he had a powerful force all over him and his eyes were sharp.

Even some young military generals were a little timid when facing this old man, and they were a little cautious in front of him.

When Xiaoyu looked at the old man, the old man seemed to be aware of it and looked towards Xiaoyu.

"As expected of the God of War." Xiaoyu couldn't help teasing.

After Xiao Duan was reincarnated, he spent his whole life fighting since he was fourteen years old.

In the beginning, it was a fight for Emperor Qian. What follows is a fight for the family.

He has experienced nearly a thousand battles, large and small.

In these battles, there were more victories than defeats, so he has always been called the God of War.

Now, Xiao Duan has experienced so many disasters and is now a ghost fairy.

That is to say, his strength is now restricted by his body. Otherwise, the eighteen princes opposite him would be just his breath.

"Rumble!!!!" The war drums suddenly sounded.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"..."

In Lu's army, the shouts of killing were loud! The army on the opposite side was shocked and frightened.

"Ang!!!" The sound of dragon roar suddenly appeared in the Lu family, and a wave of luck was rapidly generated.

It is estimated that it will not be long before this luck can become the new national luck.

When many princes saw this luck, their eyes were filled with fire.

This is their purpose.

As long as they gain national destiny, they can establish a dynasty like Iraq.

Many of them are ghosts and immortals.

And ghosts and immortals also have selfish desires.

They hope that after they die and become ghosts and immortals, their descendants can still become the rulers of this world.

This is why they are still fighting hard.

"kill!!!"

A roar sounded like thunder, even covering the sound of Lu's army.

At the same time, a burly man riding a war horse and leading a group of cavalry walked out of many armies.

Their aura was no worse than that of Lu's army.

Upon seeing this, the other princes used their abilities to boost the morale of their armies.