Zhu Yan stood beside Wang Po, his whole body burning with real fire. The air was distorted under the high temperature, making his figure become erratic.
The war god who returned to his ancestor, the fire god Zhu Rong, looked at the sixteen demon kings and raised the corners of his mouth, "I saw a few old faces."
Boom!
A giant several hundred meters tall came walking over the mountains and ridges, his huge feet stepping on the earth like a giant drum and a heavy hammer.
When he was still several thousand meters away from the Hengduan Mountains, the giant roared angrily, bent his knees slightly, then straightened up, leaped high, and crashed to the ground in front of the Hengduan Mountains.
Because the attack was so fierce, the giant's legs sank into the ground.
Wei Longwu cursed and pulled out his legs, bringing out thousands of kilograms of soil. Because he ran too fast, his huge chest rose and fell. With each breath, a strong wind formed in front of him, causing the trees to topple.
The Kuafu's blood in his body boiled, and the steam from the surface of his skin rose into the air and condensed into clouds.
Wei Longwu glanced down at Wang Po and said angrily: "The disciples of the church will starve to death, master. I didn't expect that I would be thrown out by a brat like you."
Wang Po turned around and looked up, grinning, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.
He looked a bit honest and honest, which was in sharp contrast to the military power rising from his body.
Wang Po's expression would only appear when facing this master Wei Longwu.
"Who told you to accept such a monster disciple?" Another figure came through the air and hovered beside Wei Longwu, his energy pulsating endlessly.
Wei Longwu said angrily, "Guo, you are so precious to yourself, how dare you accuse me?"
Guo Shouyi, the Eighth Kingdom God of War, glanced sideways and snorted disdainfully, "The power of our generation of returning ancestors comes from the blood of our ancestors, not from the inheritance of masters and disciples. You spend your energy on preaching. Ten years ago, it was five
Rank six, ten years later you will still be rank five and six, and even a latecomer like me can hold you down."
Ten years ago, Kyoto City was besieged by demon clan and almost fell.
Guo Shouyi, who was at the peak of the fourth level, broke through in that battle and became the eighth war god to rule the country, turning the tide.
In just ten years, Guo Shouyi was promoted from the fifth level and the first level to the fifth level and the sixth level. His cultivation level was improved so fast that all the gods of war raised eyebrows.
The shame in Wei Longwu's heart flashed away, and then he said proudly, "I have trained a fifth-level person for Jiuzhou. Compared with the improvement of my own realm, you can't tell which one is more important, right?"
Guo Shouyi said, "Wang Po's talent and character are unique once in a hundred years. Even without you as a teacher, he can break through to the fifth level."
He stared at the monstrous troops surrounding Wang Po and sighed: "Chi You's bloodline is so strong that even Tibet can't hide it."
The two of them started arguing with each other.
From the beginning to the end, Wang Po, who was lying on his back, was happily watching the fun.
Emperor Shitian stepped forward step by step, came to the middle of several people, looked at the sixteen demon kings, and remained silent.
Cang Linyuan stood beside Emperor Shitian and nodded slightly, "The Bagua formation is complete."
"Thank you." Emperor Shitian nodded and looked at the wolf-hair pen in Cang Linyuan's hand, "I haven't seen you use it for a long time."
Cang Linyuan said, "Maybe I haven't written properly for a long time."
At this point, the six war gods of the God of War stood in line.
Facing the sixteen great kings of the demon clan.
No shyness at all.
The child on Lord Qingniu's back was slightly annoyed and threw out the human bone flute in his hand.
The human bone flute flew into the air, expanded rapidly, and turned into a gigantic object thousands of meters long, straddling the sky and the earth.
The more than ten flute holes on the giant flute also turned into a huge cave with a diameter of several hundred meters. Countless monsters came out and gathered on the ground, spreading like a black tide.
This human bone flute turned out to be a space magic weapon.
Tens of thousands of monsters emerged from the huge bone flute in a steady stream.
In just a few breaths, within sight, the vast area north of the Hengduan Mountains was occupied by monsters.
The tide of beasts is like the sea, and the evil spirits are rising to the sky.
The six war gods who ruled the country remained indifferent.
The one hundred and eight fourth-level immortals under the Conferred God Stage had solemn expressions.
Ten years ago, the second war god Wei Mingguang returned from the Demon Realm and cut across the long mountain range north of Kyoto City with a sword, turning the section into a natural barrier hundreds of kilometers high.
The military mobilized tens of millions of people to build the ninth line of defense, which was also Kyushu's last line of defense.
And at this moment.
The vast majority of the Northern Expedition army has entered the hinterland of the Demon Clan.
No one expected that such a terrifying tide of beasts would appear outside this last line of defense.
The generals, palace lords, and immortals who were present all presented their instruments or magic arrays, trying to contact the frontline soldiers.
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal shook his head, "The army is too far away from here and there is no time to come back."
Xiao Kun, the master of Tongzhou Palace on the side, raised his head and looked at the endless tide of beasts outside the Hengduan Valley, with a solemn look on his face, "Are we being set up?"
The troops of Kyushu are all on the front line, just like a man who sends out his fists to attack, and his chest becomes empty.
But at this moment, the opponent avoided the sharp edge of his fists and directly attacked his empty chest.
One hundred and eight level four powerful men all looked at the black beast tide like a vast ocean.
At this moment, the strong men among the demon clan did not hide their auras.
There are more than three hundred demon emperors alone.
As for those at the Demon King level, there are enough to step forward.
Immortal Laojun narrowed his eyes slightly, "When those demon kings appeared, I felt something strange."
"The Conferring God Conference hasn't started yet, so there's absolutely no need for them to show up."
"Only after seeing this battle did I realize that besides wanting to destroy the God Conferring Conference, the Demon Alliance may have other purposes."
The surrounding palace masters and immortals all had stern looks on their faces.
This is the ninth line of defense.
Once the demon clan breaks through, it won't take half a day to reach the defenseless Kyoto City.
After the fall of Kyoto, the vast Beihua Plain will be undefendable.
"No wonder our army is advancing so smoothly."
"The demon tribe made a good plan!"
"This Lao Shizi God Conferment Conference has actually put Jiuzhou in crisis."
Many immortals were worried.
Many people have resented Li Xiang.
Before crossing the valley, Wang Po frowned slightly and tightened his grip on the handle of the knife in his hand.
Wei Longwu and Guo Shouyi also stopped arguing and looked at Emperor Shitian.
The monster army invaded the hinterland of Kyushu, putting the city of Kyoto and the entire north in crisis. As the supreme commander of the Northern Expedition, Emperor Shitian had an unshirkable responsibility.
only.
The two of them had no intention of being held accountable.
Instead, wait for the command.
Emperor Shitian clasped his hands behind his back and looked indifferent.
"Want to buy time?" The kid on Lord Qingniu's back grinned, showing his fangs, "Everyone, what are you waiting for?"
"Go through this mountain range and enjoy your blood feast!"
Countless monsters roared and ran towards the Hengduan Valley.
The black beast tide is like a sea, advancing forward, covering and crushing.
Emperor Shitian said calmly: "Wang Po."
Wang Po grinned, stepped a thousand meters in one step, faced hundreds of thousands of monsters, and spread his arms.
The majestic force and momentum unfolded accordingly.
On the line he stands on.
Swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks...the force of the troops condensed into countless weapons, which were densely arranged and stacked, forming a huge wall thousands of meters long and hundreds of meters high.
The newly promoted war god of the country smiled ferociously and uttered one word: "Kill."
