More and more subordinates are gathering here, and these characters in each fantasy disc once pinned Ding Yi's countless dreams of cultivating the truth. Ding Yi's refraction of his cultivation qualifications is reflected in these phantom disk mirrors. Flying, controlling fire, traveling clouds and rain, the power is infinite...... and so on. Even a useless cultivation qualification like a hundred poisons is a qualification that Ding Yi dreams of and desires.

Ding Yi looked at the subordinates of all kinds of different races and different qualifications. The saliva is about to flow out, as long as he has the ability and qualifications of any of them, he will not come to this world in vain.

However, although these subordinates are all strange people, it is impossible for these guys to defeat the twelve demon gods alone. In the face of the demon gods, they are still nothing more than cannon fodder characters.

If you want to defeat the demon god, you must first be able to get close to the demon god's body, regardless of the demon god's supernatural powers or the demon flame, you must have a certain resistance, and you must be able to resist a few blows from the demon god. There is also a weapon that can break the defense, the demon god is steely, and ordinary weapons can't cause damage to the demon god at all. Then it is necessary to pay attention to the tactics of war, to separate the demon gods one by one, to know that each demon god is very powerful, only by separating them one by one, and taking targeted weak strikes, can we achieve the final victory.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or other reasons, Ding Yi's mythical world almost includes most of the cultivation factions, cultivators, and there are no puppeteers. This world seems to be specially set up like this, which makes Ding Yi feel a little strange. Perhaps this dream-like space is a test for Ding Yi.

But the strange thing is that although there are no puppeteers, there are still puppets. And the level is not low, they are all Yuan-level puppets. And they are precisely the white-clothed scholars, the sixteen black and red warriors.

This kind of coincidence seems to be a coincidence, and it is like an arrangement, which makes Ding Yi think about it very carefully. In the end, I didn't bother to think about it. Think of it as an exam, a game.

Ding Yi's men have quite a lot of flying legions, because the ground troops have been almost wiped out by the demon gods, and there are also some steel troops, bronze troops, and elemental troops like that. Ding Yi felt more and more that this was a game to clear the level, and the more he felt that this was a test.

Ding Yi's so-called Xiuzhen books and miscellaneous books in the past few years have not been read in vain. Although they are all short versions of books, Ding Yi knows many of the methods of cultivating the truth.

Specifically, Ding Yi used a half-baked formation to deploy different classes of troops to divide the twelve demon gods one by one, and each cultivator either pulled the demon god, or changed the terrain and landform to trap the demon god on a specific battlefield, and then waited for Ding Yi's side to make the final preparations to complete the annihilation of the demon god one by one.

It's nothing more than a modern online game. The thin-skinned ones are supported in the back, the thick ones are hard to resist in the front, and the auxiliary units add blood and status in the back. At the same time, upgrade the technology tree to create high-level classes and high-level weapons...... However, this game is a bit more complicated than an online game. Because, there are too many types of races, too many techniques, abilities, and supernatural powers, and the means and methods of attack are also weird......

The configuration of each class, the cooldown time of skill release, the position of each unit, the order of attracting monsters, the chronological order of opening the technology tree, etc., because there are too many units, the calculation is very complicated. The key is that Ding Yi's team lacks the most important core, that is, there is no commander in each battlefield, so Ding Yi has to personally serve as the commander of several battlefields at the same time.

Fortunately, such guys are heartfelt and did not drag Ding Yi back in management.

And the killer weapon against the demon god is the Otistan samurai and the Otistan weapons.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is work, yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper.

"Is there an alchemist here who knows how to refine weapons?" Ding Yi asked loudly.

As expected, none of his subordinates answered, which was indeed a test that was obviously aimed at Ding Yi, and Ding Yi asked again: "Then is there a fire controller?"

There were nearly a thousand people in front of the uproar. Ding Yi couldn't help but feel a little angry, he asked the one standing at the front of the fire control master's camp: "You know how to control fire, why can't you refine weapons?"

The man said unashamedly: "Usually, I just cook a meal, fry a steak, grill chicken wings or something." ”

Someone next to him chimed in: "I bake sweet potatoes." ”

"I'm grilled fish. ”

"I fry eggs. ”

......

Then the group of people actually had a heated discussion about whether the steak was best cooked and whether the eggs were boiled or fried......

Everyone happily expressed their opinions, what kind of people are this? The seeds of butyl dimentol are a little painful.

"Stop, stop, stop. I'll ask you, do you have a tripod for refining utensils, and a cupola for steelmaking?" Ding Yi asked again.

The group fell silent all of a sudden. Damn, Ding Yi felt a lot of slander in his heart, how could his mythical world be so unreliable, at the critical moment, there was no decent person or a decent thing.

The key word in "Alchemy" is "refining", and the conditions for "refining" are fire and tools, and the problem of fire is solved, and the problem of this instrument appears again. Where to find these things in this illusion?

Ding Yi asked those who controlled the fire to wait quietly on the side first, and walked to the other people.

Ding Yi's team is actually quite good, and most of them are Yuan-level cultivators. Ding Yi looked at the characters who were all awesome in the real world with envy, jealousy and hatred, and still felt a little proud in his heart. Aren't you very good? You still have to listen to me here, Ding Yi has this idea.

I casually found a guy who looked like a fairy wind and looked more powerful.

"Can you use your cultivation to hang a few black iron soldiers in the air for a quarter of an hour?" asked Ding Yi.

"Neither," the old guy didn't blush, are you a Yuan-level celebrity. "I'm an illusionist. The old man replied proudly.

It turns out that I found the wrong person again.

"Those are nun-masters who cultivate spiritual power, please stand up. Ding Yi hurriedly corrected his mistake.

Hulala, hundreds of people poured over, and counted almost four hundred. It turned out that Ding Yi had already figured out a way at this time.

Ding Yi's method is very simple, asking these more than 400 ninologists to use their spiritual power (telekinesis) to suspend those cannon fodder black iron soldiers in the air, and then according to the knowledge of "Alchemy", add soldiers of other elements one after another, let the fire controller release high-temperature flames, and refine them into high-level Titanium Steel warriors.

Because Ding Yi has now understood the essence of this illusion, these different soldiers are different materials, that is, the image that Ding Yi used to form by learning "Alchemy" during the day. Anyway, these guys are their own spiritual mirror images, and they are not real people, so Ding Yi has no guilt at all.

But how could he have such an idea? Ding Yi himself couldn't say it.

More than 400 nunists were divided into two groups to rotate, and according to the formation that Ding Yi learned during the day, a spirit gathering array was put out, and hundreds of fire control masters were occasionally placed, as well as some beast control masters. These beast controllers are all spirit beasts that can breathe fire.

Dozens of Black Iron Warriors, who looked at death as if they were at home, and soldiers of other elements walked into the field. Ding Yi's brain was wide open, and he asked those teachers to hang those soldiers three meters in the air according to the proportion, and form a spirit gathering array in the shape of a pyramid.

"The fire is on," Ding Yi gave an order, and one hundred and ten fire controllers shouted, and the orange-red flames erupted, forming a sea of fire. The black iron soldiers and other soldiers in the sea of fire immediately screamed loudly, and the flames burned all over their bodies, but they held their positions.

"The wind is coming," another order, more than a dozen warlocks who cultivated the wind system, their spiritual power was greatly released, and in an instant, a gust of wind gathered to the bottom of those soldiers for no reason, and rolled upward. The wind borrows the momentum of the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind, and immediately forms an orange-red fire tornado.

"Not enough, come again. Ding Yi looked at the pyramid formed by the fire. As a result, these 100 fire controllers increased their mana output. The fire was even worse, and the color turned purple and red. The wails of the soldiers in the flames could no longer be heard.

"It's not enough, come again. ”

"Alchemy" is about fire control at the beginning, how much temperature does the color of fire represent, although the Shenwu Empire does not have a specific concept of temperature, but there are still some experiences.

A hundred more fire controllers joined in, and the fire raged again. The flames turned blue and purple, Ding Yi estimated the time, and arranged battles against the demon god from time to time, due to the weakness of the demon god, although on the scene, the team of the mythical empire was still retreating, but there was no large-scale attrition at the beginning, and the demon god was also afraid and did not dare to act arbitrarily.

"By the way, what about the Queen?" Ding Yi only remembered Mu Yanran at this time. "Isn't the queen cheering you on the stargazing platform behind you?" said the white-clothed scholar beside him. Ding Yi looked back, and sure enough, on a high platform not far behind him, there were several big drums. Several women were beating drums, and among the women in white, a woman in red was not Mu Yanran.

But Mu Yanran seems to be wearing a green dance dress, wait, what's the situation, how can I have such an idea? Ding Yi's heart shrank, and there were ripples.

At this time, it seemed that Mu Yanran also turned around at this time, and the two of them happened to look at each other in the air, and in the rippling autumn water, Ding Yi was soon lost again.

"Changshang, Changshang?" There seemed to be a voice around him, and when Ding Yi opened his eyes sharply again, the Yiren were insignificant, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, close to the end of the world, like a gap between heaven and man.

His head was still a little dizzy, and when he turned around, he saw that under the fierce fire that rushed to the sky, and under the scorching blue and red flames, more than a hundred soldiers turned into a red fiery ball of light.

"Withdraw the fire. Ding Yi commanded. A group of fire controllers who set fire hurriedly withdrew the spells, and the monks who practiced the frost spell stepped forward to cast spells to cool down, and the red ball of light in the field slowly cooled, turning from red to blue-green, and then to silver-gray.

In an instant, the five silver-gray figures slowly separated from the state of twisting into a ball, and on the bare torso, the armor suddenly and slowly formed, and several people walked towards Ding Yi from the field, and as they walked, the armor on their bodies was formed, and then the weapon was transformed. When they walked in front of Ding Yi, the five soldiers were very different from the previous Black Iron Warrior and Bronze Warrior.