The battlefield in southern Xinjiang has a huge range and a long front line, which stretches for billions of miles.
There are two fronts in southern Xinjiang. The first front is undoubtedly a bridgehead against the Yuan tribe, with a total of three hundred war fortresses.
Every war fortress is a magical artifact, a large formation, and a city.
This kind of war fortress is a common method of war used by human race and even the races in the world originating from, and is extremely suitable for large-scale combat.
Su Mo shuttled through the void, and the space in front seemed to be folded and crossed quickly.
His eyes flashed endless divine light, as if they could penetrate the endless time and space.
The cultivation level has been improved from the lower realm of Creation to the middle realm of Creation, and its strength has increased by an extremely huge amount, which has increased by more than ten times.
He saw war fortresses, and soon he found some acquaintances of Taichu sacred mountain on one war fortress. The war fortress was about to begin, and Su Mo rushed over immediately.
This war fortress, called Xuanyue Zhancheng, is about one million miles long and about eight hundred thousand miles wide, square, and is as dark as ink, completely the same as the city.
The city wall is about ten thousand feet high, towering into the sky, like a huge ferocious beast crawling on the ground, emitting endless fierce aura.
Inside the city, there are no houses, no palaces, and only countless formation patterns, forming small battle formations. At the same time, the entire city is also a huge battle formation.
At this moment, in front of this war fortress, there were about three million Abyss and Tianlou clans, densely pouring out from the sky.
In the past twenty years, at the beginning, the Yuan clan was mainly attacking, and there were not many strong men and people in the Tianlou clan.
However, as the war progressed, the Sky Locust clan was completely dragged into the war, and the power gathered in the human realm became stronger and stronger.
Otherwise, just for the Yuan clan, they might have been driven out of the human race long ago.
In recent years, the Yuan clan has been constantly withdrawing power from the Abyss Realm. Currently, there are more than 80 million tribes in the human clan realm.
At this moment, facing the upcoming attacks of the Yuan clan and the Tianlou clan, millions of human races gathered rapidly above Xuanyue Battle City.
Many of these human races wore magical armor, majestic, and full of endless killing aura. When walking, they were like golden swords and iron horses, swallowing mountains and rivers.
There are also many people who do not have armor, but each one is not weak. The one with the lowest cultivation level has the highest level of Pitian Realm.
At this time, most of the human race gathered on the top of the city, and half of them gathered on small battle formations in the city.
The leader of the human race in Xuanyue battlefield is no one else, but the ancestor of the Ming Jian, one of the ten supreme elders of the Taichu Divine Mountain. At the same time, there are more than twenty other powerful people in the Creation Realm Heavenly Realm around him.
And hundreds of powerful powers in the creation realm.
There are more than 200,000 strong people in the middle and lower realms of the Creation Realm, while the others are all from the Pitian Realm.
Many of the Elder Jintian, Fanna, and Su Mona's group of recommended people are here, such as Ye Chen, Honglian, Chen Beifan and others.
"The army of Nether Sword, this time, is led by the Ancestor of the Dharma Tribulation of the Yuan clan and the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Locust clan!"
Beside the ancestor of the Nether Sword, a powerful human race with silver hair looked solemn and looked gloomy. He looked at the end of the sky and the enemy was coming quickly.
During this attack, the enemy did not send out the half-step Creation Realm. If there was a half-step Creation Realm, their human race's half-step Creation Realm would immediately arrive.
The war has reached its present moment, most of them are fighting under the half-step Creation Realm. As for the existence of the half-step Creation Realm, each of them is the Dinghai Sword Needle. Once it appears, it will inevitably be a super-large-scale battle.
"These two old guys have broken our human war city twice in recent years, and have slaughtered more than ten million of our human races. I really want to destroy them."
The ancestor of the Nether Sword had red eyes, and the murderous intent in his eyes turned into a splendor, piercing through the void thousands of feet ahead.
"Disaster!"
The Silver-Haired Human Race Sigh sighed deeply. The Ancestor of the Abyss and the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Locust Clan are both peak powers of the Creation Realm, and they are both
Even if he fights alone, he and the ancestor of the Nether Sword cannot kill these two people.
Moreover, among millions of troops, the power of individuals is infinitely compressed, unless it is the power of a half-step creation realm.
Otherwise, even the peak power of the Creation Realm Heavenly Realm will not be able to stop a large battle formation composed of a large number of ordinary strong people.
This silver-haired human being has a deep understanding of this. He comes from a first-class human being, the ancestor of Zhenzong. In recent years, he has been cooperating with Taichu Sacrificial Mountain to resist the attack of the Yuan clan.
Faced with a large-scale battle formation, his powerful cultivation level could be killed at any time.
Alas!
At this moment, the space was like the water surface, with waves rising, and a figure appeared beside the ancestor of the Nether Sword.
Everyone turned their heads and saw it, and was stunned.
"Su Mo, why are you here?"
The face of the ancestor of the Nether Sword changed slightly. This was the battlefield and the war was about to begin. Su Mo was the hottest player in their Taichu sacred mountain, and he actually came to participate in the battle.
"Old ancestor, I am also a human race, why can't I come?"
Su Mo said in a deep voice, his eyes swept into the distance.
The army of the Yuan clan and the Tianlou clan had arrived outside Xuanyue Zhancheng and stopped six thousand miles away from Xuanyue City, emitting a monstrous aura, stirring the nine heavens of wind and clouds.
The terrifying aura made waves of roars above the nine heavens, and thunder kept passing by, making the surrounding space contain thousands of pressure.
The total number is about three million, but behind the Yuan clan and the Tianloa clan army, there are about one million other race troops.
It should be a weak race that is attached to the Yuan clan or the Tianlou clan, and is surrounded by the two clans to join the war.
"Su Mo, don't act irritably!"
The ancestor of the Nether Sword shook his head and said with a stern expression: "Your personal power is not very useful in such a large-scale war. With your talent, the cultivation speed is so fast, and we will strive to reach the Creation Realm as soon as possible.
The realm of position, or even the half-step realm of creation, can we make the greatest contribution to the human race."
"Don't worry, ancestor, I will go back after this battle!"
Su Mo said solemnly.
The ancestor of the Nether Sword nodded slightly, and then stopped talking more. The war was about to start and he had no time to say anything.
Around me, countless powerful geniuses of human race looked at Su Mo, and some complex expressions appeared in their eyes.
Some people respect Su Mo's talent, the most genius of all races, and are trembling with the origin of the world.
Some people are jealous. Some of them are even forced to come to participate in the war. Su Mo returned it, but he didn't want to join the war.
Ye Chen, Honglian, Xiao Ling and others also looked emotional. When they came to Taichu Shenshan together, their current treatment was really different.
However, they would not be jealous. After all, this is a talent and they cannot be grabbed.
At this moment, the ancestor of Dharma Jie and the Supreme Elder of Xibo, led millions of troops to stare at the Xuanyue Battle City ahead.
Elder Fajie was tall, with blood-colored lights all around his body. The terrifying aura above his head formed a huge phantom of blood sea, and it seemed that there were millions of unjust souls, roaring in it.
People with weak cultivation will be trembling and frightened at a glance.
"The Sword of the Underworld!"
Suddenly, a roar of filial piety shook the sky of the nine heavens.
The blood-red eyes of the ancestor of Dharma Tribulation were like two blood-colored suns, staring tightly at the ancestor of the Nether Sword.
"Today, you and other human races will become nutrients in the sea of ​​blood of this ancestor!"
Chapter completed!