"Notice down, waiting for orders, ready to attack at any time." The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his already narrow eyes looked even narrower, like two long swords.
"Yes." The prince said with great respect.
Judging from Prince Ji's attitude, we knew that this man was extremely extraordinary both in terms of status and cultivation.
Coming, feeling that the momentum of the entire team of the Scale Horns had changed in vain, Yuwen Zhouyuan said in his heart, he used his mind to seduce the eight ghosts of Tomu Zhen and let them come. They are proficient in the power of various emotions and have a certain understanding of the battle situation.
Some help.
Originally, Yuwen Zhouyuan wanted Yang Liuqing to come, but unfortunately, she has not fully grown up. If the number of people is small, she can still play a certain role, but facing 600,000 people, with her cultivation level, even if
It's a divine comedy, so it doesn't have much effect.
If Yang Liuqing's cultivation reaches the late True Emperor stage, it will definitely be a big help.
At this time, two cold lights suddenly burst out from Lian Huasheng's eyes, staring at the place behind Yuwen Zhouyuan, and a terrifying murderous aura spread.
"Senior Lian Huasheng is one of our own." Yuwen Zhouyuan said quickly.
After hearing this, Lian Huasheng restrained his breath and returned to normal. The space rippled slightly, and the eight ghosts stood behind Yuwen Zhouyuan like sculptures.
"It turns out he is yours. I thought it was a master from the Scale Horn Clan who was planning to assassinate you. You are our treasure now, and we must not let anything go wrong." Lian Huasheng looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said with a faint smile, while he kept looking at him.
The eyes of the Eight Ghosts were shining brightly, as if they wanted to see through the Eight Ghosts. Unfortunately, he couldn't see through them at all, as if there was a mass of fog blocking them.
"Thank you, Senior Lian Huasheng." Yuwen Zhouyuan said gratefully.
"No need to say thank you, we are all doing it for the entire human race." Lian Huasheng waved his hand and said.
"Woo... Wu..." At this moment, suddenly, a deep horn sound sounded. This sound was ancient and distant, revealing endless vicissitudes. The sound spanned the ages and time and space, as if everyone could hear it.
This is the call of battle.
When the horn sounded, the man who had closed his eyes and fell asleep suddenly stood up. Black energy billowed from his body and turned into pitch-black armor. The armor was covered with mysterious lines and carried strange power.
A terrifying power burst out, suppressing everything, as if he was the king of this world, unrivaled.
"Half-step to the peak of the true saint." Yuwen Zhouyuan shrank his eyes and said to himself. He just glanced at the man, and then turned his attention to the entire team of the Scale Horn Clan. The battle of this kind of group relies on
Not an individual, but a whole.
After the half-step true saint peak master of the Scale Horn tribe burst out with his own momentum, terrifying momentum suddenly rushed up, tearing the sky, black air billowing, as if there was a ferocious beast roaring in the sky and the earth.
"Dong, dong, dong..." The Scale Horn Clan's team actually made footsteps in the void, causing the space to tremble. The sea water was violently churning, colliding, and surging irregularly.
A murderous aura mixed with the wild atmosphere of the wilderness rushed over, carrying extremely strong pressure.
"War..." Yuwen Zhou Yuan's tongue exploded with spring thunder, and this word exploded in this space, lingering for a long time. Six hundred thousand masters, terrifying auras surged out, causing the clouds in all directions to move, and all these auras surged out.
passed.
"Boom..." The two momentums clashed, causing the space between the two teams to collapse, and a deafening sound came out.
There is such momentum even before the battle begins. When the real fighting begins, there is no telling how terrifying the momentum will be.
The team composed entirely of True Emperor warriors turned into a spear. The billowing spiritual energy gathered and exuded supreme power, as if it wanted to pierce through everything and kill in the tight team of the Scale Horn Clan.
Make a bloody path.
Open up passages for others in the Scaly Horn Clan's ranks and create a bright world.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stood in the void with cold eyes, taking in the overall situation. The array flags in front of him increased to sixty. The array flags were still in the void and had been initially arranged in a cone shape.
Eight ghosts stood in a line behind Yuwen Zhouyuan and him, each of them covered with a special kind of mist, as if just one look at them would lead them to be confused and arouse all the emotions and desires in their hearts.
"Kill..." The roar shook the world, containing this endless killing intent. This killing intent has an aggressive and bloody tendency, and the torrential black air is rolling. The entire space seems to have turned into night, as if a dark and bloody era is about to begin.
arrival.
The scale-horned tribe's 600,000-strong army is tyrannical. Those ferocious beasts burst out with bursts of desolate ancient meanings, as well as a kind of bloodthirsty ferocity. The people of the scale-horned tribe sit astride the ferocious beasts. The humans and beasts merge into one, and their momentum is even stronger.
It has increased a lot.
The human side also has an army of 600,000. In comparison, the aura of the human side lacks a kind of ferocity and a wolfish nature. These are all related to the living environment.
"Boom boom..." Waves rolled around, and the sea water turned into a devouring beast, roaring on the vast sea.
Terrible energy was generated, forming storms that seemed to be able to tear the world apart.
Ninety miles...seventy miles...fifty miles, the team of the Scale Horns finally approached, and a brutal aura came towards them. Every master in Xiliang stood like a benchmark, with solemn expressions. They all knew that the moment of life and death had arrived.
You can't help but take it seriously.
In war, you either die or die.
"Attack..." Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted loudly, his voice was rich and penetrating, and the sound waves were rolling, as if there was a burst of thunder in the world.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was clearly conveyed to everyone's ears.
"War... fight... fight..." Six hundred thousand people in the human race roared at the same time. The mighty sound rolled across the nine heavens and lasted for a long time. This word "war" shouted out everyone's heart.
The blood is boiling, the fighting spirit is in the sky, and the momentum of the 600,000 monks has reached its highest point.
Using six thousand powerful True Emperors as spears, the human team rushed out and fought towards the Scaled Horns. This was destined to be a brutal battle.
The two great armies finally met and collided.
"Boom..." The terrifying energy flow swirled around, and the surrounding space was covered with dense space cracks. Above the nine heavens, the scorching sun had lost its color, and the bright light burst out from the collision of the two torrents, shining down on the world.
This battle touched the hearts of countless people, and the entire Xiliang Sanctuary seemed to be shaken.
The six thousand True Emperor warriors gave full play to their advantages and tore a long gap in the Scale Horn Clan's team with the sharpest gestures.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were solemn, his hands were constantly changing, and the formation flags were moving in the void. Each battle group followed the people divided into the 99th battle group and charged forward. With the word "war" as the slogan, everyone had to attack together and use their strength.
All condensed into one.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan commanded them with the formation flag, because the people in these battle groups were not very familiar with this kind of combat methods, they were very inflexible in their actions, and it was difficult to bring out the power of the battle formation at all.
However, there is no other way. If we fight head-on with the Scale Horns without taking any measures, I am afraid that the entire team will be scattered by the Scale Horns army.
The power of the Tomu Shine Eight Demons to constantly arouse emotions can bring hallucinations to the people of the Scale Horn Clan, or directly affect the mobilization of their attack power. Although this ability only plays a supporting role, it is more valuable in the long term. If you start with
If they just use that kind of ability to kill them directly, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on for long.
"Kill..." the Scale Horn Clan's army roared in unison!
"Fight..." the human army shouted in unison!
Various sounds were loud, shaking everyone's heart, and the huge fighting spirit rose, even those in the center of Xiliang Sanctuary could feel it.
"Puff, puff, puff..." Blood continued to splash, and masters fell into the sea one after another. It was not only the human masters who died, but also the people of the Scale Horn Clan.
Seeing the bright red blood, everyone clenched their fists, their hearts filled with grief and indignation, their blood seemed to be burning, and they wished they could come right away and fight with the Scaled Horns.
Whether it was the ordinary people in the interior who had just started practicing cultivation or the monks, their eyes were all staring red.
The half-step true saints and early stage true saints who were hiding in the void couldn't help but want to take action, but they still endured it. For the sake of the overall situation, they had to guard here.
The hot and bright red blood was reserved for the hundreds of millions of human beings who sacrificed their lives for the vast land behind them.
Every time they saw a splash of bright red blood, everyone felt as if a knife had been stabbed in their hearts.
"The strength of our human team is still too weak." A half-step True Saint master said.
"Compared to the fact that the entire Scale Horn clan is a monk, our foundation is too weak." Another Half-Step True Saint master said.
"I really hope this level can pass. If this level passes, we must increase our efforts to allow everyone to practice. Even if we fail in the future, our people are still monks and they can resist." Those half-step masters in the void
The Saint and True Saint masters said.
The battle has just begun, and the cruel side is deeply revealed in everyone's heart.
In a restaurant in a certain cultivation country city in Xiliang Sanctuary, experts from the Dragon League used communication beads to display the battle situation along the coast. Although this image was an hour behind the real time, it also truly reflected the battle situation ahead.
"Bang..." Someone slapped the table.
"Damn it, these alien races are so abominable, who can come with me to kill the enemy?" A man who had reached the middle stage of a true master slapped the dining table hard and yelled.
"I'll go..." one person responded.
"I'll go..." Another person also responded.
In the restaurant, everyone responded one after another that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the human race. Although some people are illiterate, they all understand these principles.
Seeing that the monks from their own Dragon Alliance were fighting with aliens in the vast sea, bleeding and dying, they couldn't sit still and asked to fight.
This kind of thing happens in every corner of the Xiliang Holy Land. Regardless of their level of cultivation, they all have a heart for the people.
The areas in charge of the Dragon Alliance in various places are already crowded, and they are asking to sign up to participate in the war.
Seeing that those people were looking forward to death and would not give up until they were allowed to participate in the war, finally, the Dragon Alliance had regulations on the requirements for those who could participate in the war.