And Nie Yuan is indeed a stunningly beautiful man, especially his face, with sharp edges and corners, a faint smile on his handsome face, and his whole person exudes a fascinating aura. This kind of charm is definitely not that of anyone.

All have it.

However, it was obvious that Nie Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to these people. He thanked the spiritual thoughts that came one after another and snorted coldly. Then a sharp aura was released instantly, and a circle of ripples spread out in all directions with him as the center.

His eyes were blocked outside for an instant, and Nie Yuan's face could not be seen at all.

Then a majestic voice came, "You ignorant juniors, don't talk nonsense. Today, I, Nie Yuan, become a saint and I shall establish the Holy Word!"

After hearing these holy words, everyone in the audience looked at Nie Yuan, with a look of surprise in their eyes. Now, only Queen Naga and the Spiritual Ancestor are the ones who have made the holy words.

However, these two people are both loyal fans of China. They express their loyalty with holy words and bring the entire race with them. There is no one else.

Nie Yuan himself was the Emperor of China, so they were somewhat looking forward to what Nie Yuan's holy words would be.

"The Holy Word is established today because we all know the past, present and future, and know the life and death of the people, so we are willing to accept the fate of heaven, protect China, and enjoy a prosperous age forever!" Nie Yuan's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if pierced by a sharp sword.

The sky shocked everyone.

"The souls are coming back, the holy saying is, the spirits of the Chinese heroes who died in battle will not fall into ghosts, will not go to reincarnation, and will stay in the heaven and earth forever. You will not die and will be remembered in history forever!"

As Nie Yuan finished speaking, a bright purple light flashed across the sky again. Soldiers wearing armor, carrying spears, holding shields, and carrying swords on their waists, with sixth-level beast king souls under their crotches, walked out of the void.

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These soldiers are majestic in stature and as powerful as a rainbow. Their whole bodies are filled with a solemn air, as if gods have descended into the world, making people awe-inspiring.

And then, surrounded by these soldiers, batch after batch of soldiers came out, numbering a hundred thousand.

"This...this is...the soldiers who died in the Chinese Spiritual Weapon Age!!!" Seeing the costumes of these soldiers, the whole place was boiling, and everyone's eyes widened.

I dare to believe the scene in front of me.

They really couldn't imagine why the Chinese War Spirit would revive and return in such a form!

Countless Chinese people cried with joy, this is their patron saint, the fighting spirit that protects their homeland, and their pride!

Nie Yuan, who was on the side, saw everyone's reaction, and a gratified smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "Our people are brave and good at fighting, loyal, never abandon, and defend our homeland to the death. How can such a military spirit and such a glory be given easily?"

Disappear from the world!"

But at this moment, a group of powerful Chinese heroes shouted in unison, their voices loud and thunderous!

"Anyone who offends our country will be punished no matter how far away he is! I'll go to the front desk to recruit my old troops, and I'll kill Yama with a hundred thousand flags and banners!"

"Fight for the country, die for the people, live as a hero, and die as a ghost!"

"When the wind blows in troubled times and we sing songs, how can we be the people of Penghao?"

"I swear to go to the battlefield with you, stain the vast land with blood, and show my heart to the sun and the moon!"

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With the oaths made one after another, Nie Yuan's mood was excited, and so were the hearts of the Chinese people!

The voices of each Chinese heroic spirit are like the sound of war drums, famous all over the world, shocking the world, and making people's hearts surge.

Some girls' eyes were even redder, and tears fell down.

"This is China, this is our China, fight for us, and vow to compete with Yama!"

The appearance of each Chinese war spirit undoubtedly made the hearts of all the human race completely calm. With these Chinese war spirits protecting us, China will surely win!

Seeing the heroes in the audience gradually calming down, Nie Yuan smiled slightly and said loudly,

"Welcome you all to come back, and I would like to renew our friendship with you all!"

The dark eyes of all the heroes were full of murderous aura. They all looked directly at Nie Yuan. Then they suddenly saluted with a military salute and shouted in unison, "We have met Emperor Nie! We are willing to fight to the death for China!"

Wang Chen's eyes were distant, but he sighed softly, "Hey!

Ten years of hard work without suffering,

Today the sword shows off its edge.

The morale lasts forever and is still there today,

Why fear the coming of powerful enemies from all directions!"

"We are willing to defend China to the death and advance and retreat together with you!"

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After several years of hard work, the Chinese heroes who died in battle have grown to such a high level without realizing it. Every move contains a strong fighting spirit and heroic spirit, which makes people intoxicated.

These are all Chinese soldiers who have sacrificed their lives to resist the invasion of all races since Wang Chen fell into a deep sleep after his spiritual energy was revived!

This is the last pride in their hearts and an honor they will never forget. Sacrificing their lives for the country and doing their part for mankind is what they should do!

This is a soldier!

This is my Chinese military spirit!

Having said that, these heroic spirits have been practicing in the land of heaven, but now they are extremely powerful. The weakest ones are the fifth-level heroic spirits, and there are countless people who have broken through to the sixth level.

Among them, the former pavilion elder and the grandson of Li Tietou is the most powerful, but he has entered the ghost emperor realm!

He is extremely powerful and is the commander-in-chief of this hidden Chinese army. With one hundred thousand people, he is enough to rival the top ancient dynasties. This strength is enough to make all emperors tremble in fear!

Originally, Wang Chen planned to go to the Land of Heaven in person to bring them back, but he didn't expect that Nie Yuan would get there first.

Many beast kings were also silent, sighing secretly in their hearts,

"Oh, I'll go, it's a good thing that I have to surrender and leave, but I still want to give you a hammer. China is getting stronger and stronger, regardless of the world of life or death."

"Hey, this war of all races is clearly the result of China training its troops with us. Regardless of life or death, we have all embarked on the road to becoming strong."

"Oh, now China and we are in the same boat. The stronger China is, the more at ease we will feel."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! The strength of China has never relied on those top strong men, but on those tens of millions of soldiers. Everyone is like a dragon. Their morale lasts forever. The people are not afraid of war, and the army is not afraid of death."

"Yes, China has a profound heritage, but it is hidden among the people. I still remember the countless masters and strong men who came out of the people during the Tiandao War. This is what is scary about them."

"Hey, when you think you have a glimpse of the depth of China, you are just peeking through a tube, leaving only the tip of the iceberg."
Chapter completed!