The World’s Strongest Legion System

"System, use the fire spirit soldier talisman to summon 20,000 fire spirits outside the west city gate to block the enemy for me!"

"Ding, as you wish, I successfully recruited 21,300 fire spirits by using 1,200 tier-3 fire spirit talismans, a special type of special unit, and they will appear outside the west city gate ten minutes later."

After continuous trials, Li Wenhao became more and more comfortable using the system. Now he knew that he could make the newly summoned soldiers appear within ten miles, anywhere he wanted.

And can accept one of his preset orders!

"Li Wenhao, you forced me!!"

At the west city gate, Yanguang Zuomu fled out of the city gate in a panic, with less than a thousand people around him.

The only few high-ranking generals also stayed on the city wall to cooperate with the guarding soldiers to block the seventh-rank fire spirit behind them.

"Boom," two seventh-level fire spirits broke through and killed them, and raised their hands to shoot out two red lights.

"Bastard, I am really afraid that you will fail!"

Yanguang Zuomu gritted his teeth, waved one hand, two red fire shields stood in front of him, turned around and flew into the night sky.

The two fire spirits pursued closely, and soon two more fire spirits broke through and caught up.

A streak of red lights flitted across the night, and flames exploded from Zuo Mu's body.

Like a lost dog being chased away, it ran away with its head in its arms.

But from the beginning to the end, he was holding the activated golden scroll in his hand, without any intention of using it.

Just a pair of eyes, besides anger, there is also madness.

"Let me come, he can't run away!"

Li Wenhao finally caught up, and the sea of ​​flames on his body has disappeared. After all, this thing consumes a lot, and the skirmishers have been killed, so there is no need to waste it.

To deal with a Yanguang Zuomu who possesses an eighth-level divine soul and only a seventh-level physical strength, as long as the opponent doesn't jump away at the beginning, it is impossible to escape now.

"Boom!" Li Wenhao accelerated violently, punching the flame shield at the back of Yanguang Zuomu's heart.

This old man knows a lot of secrets about the forbidden area, he wants to capture him alive!

"Boy, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Yanguang Zuomu turned around suddenly, with golden light shining in his hand, a faint human-shaped black shadow was faintly visible, wrapped in golden light, heading straight to the spiritual sea on Li Wenhao's forehead.

"Second soul sending, are you crazy?"

Li Wenhao was taken aback, but he didn't stop him, instead he laughed loudly: "If it's your first time, I'm still afraid of you!

Sending the soul for the second time, it can only be considered bad luck for you, because you picked the wrong person! "

At the same time, a faint flame pattern on the forehead just appeared and disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

"Boy, the old man's eighth-level divine soul, even if it is a second-order soul, cannot be blocked by you, a newly promoted eighth-level spirit!"

Yanguang Zuomu's soul was triumphant, and he rushed into the spiritual sea.

If he wanted to escape, he had plenty of ways to escape by himself.

The reason why he didn't run away, but used all his subordinates to paralyze the opponent was because he became greedy.

He was greedy for Li Wenhao's body.

A body that has been promoted to the eighth level at a young age, and what's more, it has the same attributes as his, both of which are fire elements, so the opportunity is like a godsend.

Even with this body, he felt that he could cultivate to the ninth level without the need of Emperor Yan's divine crystal by practicing casually.

Therefore, even if the failure rate is doubled for the second time sending the soul, he does not feel that Li Wenhao's spirit, who has just been promoted to the eighth level, can be his opponent of the old eighth level.

"Yes, then you can enjoy it!"

Li Wenhao laughed out loud, he didn't expect to be so lucky, he picked up a big deal for nothing.

An eighth-level soul not only represents the abundant energy of the soul, but also all the memories of the other party, as well as a deep understanding of cultivation and the laws of the fire system.

This will help him stabilize his cultivation and break through to the ninth-order demigod realm in the future.

Normally, an eighth-level soul, even a ninth-level powerhouse, would be difficult to take it by force.

Unexpectedly, the old man delivered it to the door by himself.

Not only is the second time sending the soul, the power of the soul is greatly damaged, but also his real strength is only the ninth rank, and there are also Yanlong Jin Ge, Chaos Seal, and two ninth-rank divine soldiers in the spiritual sea to protect the soul.

No matter how you think about it, Yanguang Zuomu has no chance of winning.

"By the way, there is also the system to help!"

Li Wenhao fell to the ground, eyes slightly closed.

"That's impossible. How could your spirit be so strong, and you have two ninth-level divine weapons? Is this the Yanlong Jin Ge, the divine weapon of Emperor Yan?"

In the vast spiritual sea, Li Wenhao's soul is a little purple fat man, sitting on a throne with a smile on his face.

On the left, there is the golden, buzzing Yanlong Jin Ge, looking happy to find a toy.

On the right is the chaotic seal surrounded by a mist, which is different from the ordinary outside, but the multicolored light shines in the spiritual sea, covering the entire spiritual sea.

At this moment, Yanguang Zuomu was trembling and curled up like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Under the multicolored light of the Chaos Seal, the originally dark purple spirit continuously emitted smoke and gradually became transparent.

"Li Wenhao, who are you?"

Yanguang Zuo Mudi was about to go crazy, desperately twisting his soul to escape, he couldn't care less about why Li Wenhao's spiritual sea was so perverted.

Not only is the divine soul outrageously strong, but there are also two ninth-level magical weapons. Not to mention that he is sending the soul for the second time, even if it is the first time sending the soul, he also comes in to deliver food.

It's a pity that there is no rush to regret, it is easy to come in, but difficult to go out.

What's more, as soon as he came in, he was stabbed by Yanlong Jin Ge, and was shrouded in an unknown mysterious magic weapon. It was an extravagant hope to move.

"Who am I? Speaking of it, I don't even believe it myself?"

Li Wenhao stretched comfortably as he felt his ever-growing soul.

When I came to this world, I kept hiding too many secrets, even my own woman and cronies couldn't tell.

Maybe it's because I've been holding it in for too long, and I have an inexplicable desire to chat.

"Actually, I'm not from this world. I'm already dead, but I don't know why I came here suddenly. Maybe there is a god?"

Li Wenhao calmly talked to himself softly, not as if he was talking to Yanguang Zuomu, but as if he was talking to himself.

With a wave of one hand, the white spiritual power gathers, forming a modern city out of thin air, with airplanes in the sky, bustling streets on the ground, and towering skyscrapers.

Cars, people flow, everything is vivid.

"It turns out that you are from the God Realm, no wonder you are so strong, are you a celestial being?" Yanguang Zuomu looked at all this, dumbfounded, and even forgot to struggle.

If Li Wenhao just said it casually, he would think it was fake, but the condensed scene is so vivid, everything is so real.

He believed it!

I even feel a little relieved, no wonder Li Wenhao is so difficult to deal with, and so different. It turns out that he is a legendary celestial being, born as a god.

As a mere mortal, how do I overestimate my own strength, to go against a god in the world, and even want to send my soul?

It was really self-inflicted, and he accepted his fate!

There is even a kind of lucky thought to be able to die in the hands of heaven and man.