Chapter 749

"It's coming so soon... Is it that the God of fire wants to vent his anger after losing the fire on the dark moon night?"

At first glance, he looked at the endless crazy sand. With Xiang Yang's current eyesight, he looked high, and still had a panoramic view of the situation thousands of miles away.

Under the night, the colorful lights were incomparably gorgeous. It was the vision brought by the sacrificial souls with teeth and claws. The sacrificial Dharma altars were moving forward slowly in the sand, and countless barbarian soldiers covered the whole sky.

"Well, that's..."

Suddenly, Xiang Yang's heart moved and turned to look back.

At the top of Qixian City, there are patches of green light flashing, forming many green lotus. Among the green lotus, there are four shadows hanging in the air, but they are blocked by the green light, not to mention ordinary friars. Even Xiang Yang can't see his true face clearly.

"This is what Luo Tianxin said about the three saints and the woman? The woman must not be Niuniu... But it's strange why there is a familiar feeling..."

Xiang Yang frowned, but he didn't think of where the sense of familiarity came from.

If he wants to pry with divine knowledge, he can do it naturally, but he is afraid that he will disturb the other party, and some gains are not worth the loss.

"Let's have a look first. If the God of fire comes, these people will have to fight. Then we can know..."

Xiang Yang no longer thought much, mixed with Luo Tianxin and others in the crowd, came to the second wall and looked into the distance.

Half of the monks in Qixian city were gathered here, which was specially set up for reinforcement. There were also many real emperors. A group of people crowded there. Xiang Yang changed his appearance a little, and no one cared.

A few miles ahead, a Pangu soldier, dressed in black standard armor, scattered at the forefront of the defense, relying on the standard Dharma boat and taking other monks to stand by.

In five years, the first batch of 300000 Pangu troops have become the backbone. Based on them, more than one million troops have been developed.

After feeling the benefits of the militarization of monks, even the eight wastelands Supreme Master had a good impression on this army. After taking office, he did not reduce it, but promoted it more vigorously. Now it is one of the most important combat forces in the immortal world.

"Those savages are looking for death again..."

"A few days ago, at garrison No. 6, the holy master scared the shit out of them with just one blow, but he didn't give up."

"A barbarian is a barbarian. He is no different from a beast. How can he have any brain?"

"Alas, I don't know when the three saints will kill these barbarians with us... We don't know what happened to the mountain gate after so many years..."

"Your hometown is also from Western China?"

“......”

There was a rumble of drums amid the noise.

Before the drums stopped, three figures appeared in the air. In the middle was a middle-aged man with elegant face. There was one standing on both sides. One of them, Xiang Yang, recognized it. It was the great uncle.

Tens of thousands of monks bowed down and worshipped. The middle-aged man gently raised his hand and said with a gentle smile: "I just came to watch the war. Don't be polite. I'll give it to you, uncle and deputy general..."

Uncle Tai smiled, nodded and took a step forward. There was a flash of light under his feet, carrying him floating and falling. Before people arrived, they had already announced orders again and again.

He is now the vice president and deputy commander of Pangu army. He is really high spirited in Pangu's country.

To speak of, he is also an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. He is far more intelligent than ordinary people. Just as he came out of the mountain, Xiang Yang severely humiliated him. He has a bit of an imbalance in his mentality and a bit of a loss in his actions.

Now he has regained power, and he has such a strong backing behind him. He immediately showed his unique skills and can be called vigorous and resolute. In just a few months, he has firmly controlled the Pangu army. Only the first batch of 300000 soldiers did not listen to the order. Now they have been scattered and assigned to other garrison posts.

At this time, Pangu's troops in Qixian city were all in the charge of his close confidants. At this time, when an order was given, all the people immediately responded with the same momentum.

Uncle Tai stroked his long beard and stood on the high platform in the middle of the front line. He waved contentedly. Nearly a thousand standard Dharma boats turned at the same time, and the blue lights spread out like mercury, forcing the magic Qi outside the wall back a few feet.

In the distance, the horn sounded again, and the progress speed of the sacrificial Dharma altar suddenly accelerated. A huge giant Meng carried the Dharma altar forward in unison. Although there were thunder and demon domains separated, he could still feel the power of earth shaking and mountains shaking.

Five thousand miles, four thousand miles, three thousand miles, two thousand miles

It was not until more than a thousand miles away that the barbarians stopped. Coupled with the thundering devil kingdom of 600 miles, it was just outside the range of the vitality cannon.

Then, the altars fell to the ground and were erected, and the visions emitted by one head of sacrificial souls were connected into a piece, opposite the city of praying for immortality.

"The six royal families are here..."

Looking at the six towering altars in the center, uncle Tai narrowed his eyes and showed a sense of vigilance on his pale face.

After so many years of fighting, the means of both sides have been almost touched. Among the barbarians, the strongest combat power is not the barbarian emperors, but the sacrifice of souls.

The sacrificial souls in Baizhang altars basically have the combat power of more than nine robbers. For altars more than 200 Zhang, the sacrificial souls are at the real emperor level, and altars more than 500 Zhang are half a step of the supreme combat power.

The strongest is naturally the six Royal altars, each of which has a height of thousands of feet. In that year, in northern China, the eight wastelands supreme was wounded by the sacrificial souls of three royal families and fled.

Now, in the camp of the barbarians opposite, there are more than a thousand altars over two hundred feet, twelve altars over five hundred feet, and all six Royal altars.

This is the biggest time that the barbarians have invested in the barbarian chaos so far. Are they really ready to fight a decisive battle?

Uncle Tai smiled coldly. There are three saints here. It would be better if you really want to die. What's more, now your side lives in danger. Maybe you don't need those three. You can beat each other down just by leading the Pangu army. Won't you be happy to be famous for thousands of years?

......

The three saints' faces were dignified in the blue light at the highest place of Qixian city.

At this point, can they not feel the existence of the God of fire?

More than 200 years ago, the earth shaking slap of the fire giant was still in front of us. It was the existence of the emperor level. Even if they had been severely damaged, their strength now does not exist. It is not that they can compete with these three small half step earth immortals.

Even if the three brothers are tied up, they may not be opponents at this level!

If it weren't for the one beside me, I was afraid it would be difficult to escape at that time.

The boss of the flash family took a deep breath and looked around. His pretty face was still as cold as ice. Looking into the distance, there seemed to be nothing in his eyes, and there seemed to be stars flowing and containing all things

With this here, it should be all right