Chapter 1948: The Might of the Battlefield

"In Shanshuihou territory, ten thousand troops arrive! Fight for the vicissitudes of life!"
"Thirty thousand troops are here in Qingshanhou territory! Fight for the people of Li people!"
"In the territory of Honghuahou, 20,000 troops are here! Fight to wipe out the innocent monarch!"
One after another, the roars, neatly and uniformly, spit out through the mouths of tens of thousands of people at the same time.
As the roaring sound remembered, a vast battlefield floated from the thirteen outer cities.
Each battle formation is based on the ten thousand gold core monks, with the power of a god-changing cultivation base as the front line. The forces of all kinds are combined into one, forming a terrifying vitality force, which passes through large-scale Dao tools and even holy soldiers. The blessings and gains condense the terrifying laws and avenues, which are enough to easily punish the gods and seriously injure a true saint.
To the end.
"Jianghan City, a hundred thousand army, fighting for the Zishanhou!"
With the loudest roar rang out, a piece of the vastest standing formation also rose from the air in Jianghan City. This standing formation, with a radius of tens of miles, is made up of countless densely packed and persistent warriors, guarding a handful of saint soldiers, a power of God.
In this formation, the aura of every soldier is extremely strong, and his eyes are as cold as iron, so firm that there is no trace of emotion, it seems that no one can shake their fighting spirit. And the breath of the 100,000 golden pills trickles into small streams, streams into big rivers, and big rivers into the sea, converging together to form a palpable and terrifying aura, filling the void, crushing the tremor and shaking the building.
"so horrible."
Seeing this scene, even the princess Mo Yu, who had been battle-tested, changed her pretty face, her body was tight, and her heart was frightened.
Hidden Sejong Sect is high above, the Holy Land Shenzong has a long history and is powerful.
In terms of single-player strength, a semi-holy elder of the Holy Land Shenzong is enough to beat an invincible empire, and can kill anyone, including the prince of a country.
But why this kind of thing rarely happens.
The secular dynasty and the seclusion of Sejong often did not offend the river.
Can a certain level of balance be achieved?
The reason lies in the power of the battlefield!
The battlefield can be broken into whole pieces and gather sand into a tower, just like an ant is insignificant. However, if there are 10,000 ants, hundreds of millions of ants, if they are commanded well and cooperate with each other, they can kill an elephant. The ultimate deterrence of the hidden Sejong gate, so that they will not easily invade the secular world and offend a dynasty!
Now, the princes of the Eleventh Route, the Eleventh Route Army, the eleven battlefields, and more than 200,000 golden core soldiers have gathered in Jianghan City!
Amazing momentum!
Possess the power to crush mountains and rivers, tear the sky, and destroy the dead!
It can be said that this is the strongest power of the empire, surpassing the royal family!
No one can be arrogant!
"woo woo woo woo!"
The horn of desolation blew.
The horn is continuous, rising from all directions, from far to near, that represents a battlefield, quickly approaching the main city of Jianghan City.
This horn, even if separated by hundreds of miles, still seems to be sounding in everyone’s ears, as if it touched the law of music, which can boost the morale of the soldiers, make them enthusiastic and surging, and can also shock the enemy’s spirits and disintegrate the battle. awareness.
Although the effect is far inferior to the twelve divine sounds of Langhuan, they essentially follow the same path.
The battle formation in Jianghan City also approached at the fastest speed.
"freed!"
"war!"
auzw.com One hundred thousand monks, the spirit armor on their bodies shines at the same time. Countless mana, from everyone, through the spirit armor and the magic circle, gathered into Zishanhou's body.
Zishanhou jumped into the air, his momentum climbed steadily, opening up the field, his face turned into a huge and wild giant with a height of a thousand meters.
This giant has the same eyebrows as him, stepping on the world, holding an axe in one hand, and a shield in the other. As soon as it appears, the horrible fluctuations fill the void. The power is more powerful than the half-step return to the virtual. The Returning Saint. He was confident that he wanted to kill Jiang Tian and the princess Mo Yu as if trying to get something.
"Princess, do you dare to fight with me?"
Zishanhou was high on the top, full of arrogance, his eyes staring, looking down at Jiang Tian and Mo Yu like an ant.
"war!"
The monks in the battlefield were roaring, urging the golden core to make roars.
The billowing vitality gushes from the dantian, after the transformation, blessing and condensing of the magic circle, it finally converges on the respective princes, or the Taoist weapons and holy soldiers in their hands.
For a time, there were many images in the sky.
"Inverted!"
"kill!"
Under the blessing of the vast battle formation, the ten great lords in the south, or golden glow, or red flames burning the sky, or black tide billowing, or silver wings covering the sky, evolved different aspects and gods, standing more than ten miles apart. Besieged Princess Mo Yu and Jiang Tiantuan.
Each of them has risen in strength and become unmatched, ten times, dozens of times more than the original.
It was even worse than chasing Fang Jinlong and Princess Mo Yu.
"Catch me? Cure my Zishanhou!"
Zishanhou sneered proudly.
"Dare to ask, why are you?"
Zishanhou yelled, looking confident.
"This"
At this moment, under Zishanhou's questioning, even though Princess Mo Yu was full of anger, she was speechless.
In fact, if the armies of the four dukes gather. It even only needs two dukes to compete with them.
But the problem is that the princes are just a mess and cannot unite!
It is even more impossible to unite to guard the Eastern Royal Family!
If the Zishanhou can gather the 23rd Route Army of the southern princes, it will be invincible and unstoppable!
Strength is always relative, not absolute.
At this time, she couldn't help but panicked and transmitted her spiritual knowledge to Jiang Tian: "Mr. Jiang, now, how can it be good? Unexpectedly, Zishanhou moved so fast, in just three days, he secretly gathered hundreds of thousands of troops. Even escaped the surveillance of many of my spies. You, you are too reckless this time!"
The operation was rather hasty.
Anticipating that Zishanhou would take extreme actions, these days, she did not dare to leave the palace, because the palace was guarded by the divine formation and occupied the home court advantage. Once you leave the palace, it is even more dangerous.
But suddenly, Jiang Tian came.
Apart from anything else, using the "universe in the sleeve" means, Lin Yang and the little princess Dongfang Ying were put into the space created by the creation, and then the princess Mo Yu came over to "settle the accounts" with Zishanhou.
Due to the sudden incident and the fact that Jiang Tian imparted Langhuan's twelve divine sounds, Dongfang Moyu also trusted Jiang Tian quite a bit, so he didn't even bother to ask, so he followed.
Now, the eldest princess Mo Yu regrets it, and she is surrounded by eleven battle formations. This is just like giving her a head.
Jiang Tian seemed to be smiling, his eyes drooping, he didn't say a word, as if he was speechless.