Chapter 278: Drums call for soldiers, the army volleys!

After finishing these tasks, it is dawn the next day.
Yang Jian returned to the vicinity of Meishan, found a mountain for a rest, bathed in the spring, changed his personal clothes, put on a light yellow robe, carried a three-pointed two-bladed gun, and slowly flew towards Meishan.
He is determined to win today's battle.
It was almost noon, and the sky above Meishan was very quiet and cloudless, but it felt inexplicably depressing.
The divine consciousness spread out, and the soaring demon auras everywhere in Meishan were still there, but these demon auras were all gathered in one place, more than a dozen large Luojin demon auras enveloped Meishan, after which there was a hint of inexplicable words rhyme.
Obviously, the demon of Meishan couldn't be unaware of Yang Jian's fanfare.
What's more, Yang Jian felt that the Demon of Meishan had already known that he was here, but he didn't dare to find his own bad luck.
Unfortunately, Meishan must be taken down today.
Yang Jian flew very slowly. Although he was alone, he was thrusting across like a mountain, with an overwhelming momentum.
Meishan has many peaks. At this time, the most demon-like is the tallest one on the south side.
On the top of the mountain, the demon spread their positions, the big demon and the little demon were arranged in positions, and at a glance, the figures were dazzling and completely covered the mountain.
In the formation, at the highest point of this peak, there are more than a dozen seats side by side, on which sits the big Luojin monster of various shapes, and in the middle is the current owner of this Meishan, the eight monsters of Meishan.
The Dragon of the Eight Monsters sits on the top spot, and two demon generals behind him are majestic; this old dragon has a hideous head and a sinister face. Although it cannot be said to be ugly, it really has a wicked image.
The red light lingers around his body, which is the image of karma entangled in the soul.
Sitting next to Dragon King Lin Zhi were Yuan Hong, who looked like an ape, and Zhu Zizhen, who looked like a pig.
Wang Linzhi fingered Yang Jian and sneered, "Today I will let this arrogant thief go and never return! Let the heavens know that even if our demon clan is not as good as before, they are not at random!"
"Big Brother!" Zhu Zizhen grinned, showing black teeth, and his fat face was full of ‘water waves’. "Good spirit, so mighty!"
Yuan Hong, however, had a temperamental temperament, and he told him: "Brother kills this Yang Jian. Don't kill him. I can't say that there will be the power of Yuxu Palace coming here later, if the big brother is Since I feel that I can’t stop after the victory, it’s better to let me go to meet him. I’m not as good as the eldest brother. If I can beat him, he will naturally not be his opponent.

"Second brother, you don't have to worry about it, it's okay! I have a good deal!"
Wang Linzhi waved his hand and leaned on the top of the chair. He sneered and said, "Blow the horn three times to welcome the guests."
At the moment, dozens of little monsters raised a ten-foot-long horn, and a big bull-headed monster leaned at the end, blew it hum, and the sound of the horn echoed within thousands of miles.
Hearing this horn, Yang Jian immediately stopped and responded with a long roar.
Suddenly, twelve streams of light flew from the foot of Meishan Mountain and rushed to Yang Jian's side, turning into six men, six women and twelve young teenagers.
Among the twelve young generals, four men carried a big drum, the drum face was raised, and a lingering fairy air lingered on it.
"Second Lord," Yu Luo held the drum handle with both hands, Lei Luo, Feng Luo, and Jin Luo moved forward. The three women held Yang Jian's three-pointed two-bladed gun and stood on one side.
Just like that, Yang Jian opened his position on the cloud, rolled up his cuffs, held the drumsticks, closed his eyes, inhaled, and beat the drums.
咚咚咚咚!
The drums were thunderous and thunderous, but with the sound of Yang Jian's drums, various visions appeared between heaven and earth.
At the northwest corner of Central China, which was cloudless, suddenly white clouds appeared...
Meicheng, above the city wall.
More than a dozen generals eagerly looked at the beating figures in the sky, wishing to rush out now.
Mei Linhan reminded him: "Generals, don't forget what we discussed before."
"Vice Lord, don't worry," Yao Gonglin arched his hands, "I will never let my son die in vain, nor will I let my generals be the first to be a hero."
Uncle Zhang mumbled: "Everyone is a human race, so what scheming, can't you just do it?"
"Humph," Mei Linhan coldly snorted, but stood still, not feeling nervous.
Outside the city of Meicheng, tens of thousands of soldiers have gathered, all of them are monks of the same rank as the heavenly soldiers. It is also the foundation of Meicheng, which cannot be formed for ten thousand years.
These monks and the demon race have been fighting for a long time, and the rookze was killed and the brothers buried their bones.
At this time, I heard the rumbling of drums, as if calling them to go to battle to kill the enemy, and each of them was a little unstable, only waiting for the order of their general.
There was a three-way drum, and a long roar came from the south. A huge Qi sword rose into the sky, and a handsome Taoist man in a long crown and robes stood on the tip of the sword.
Lu Chunyang!
"Hahaha! There are many fellow Taoists here, come to help!"
As the words fell, dozens of golden celestial auras rushed into the sky, and more than a hundred celestial auras were mixed in, and there were more than a thousand real wonderland masters, and there was no one from the fairyland.
Most of the heavenly soldiers are in the realm of immortals and crossing immortals. Although these immortal monks from Central China are not many, they are most valuable in their ‘fine’.
Including Lu Chunyang, the five great Luo Jinxians marched forward.
"Thank you fellow daoists!" Yang Jian made a move, and two of the twelve commanders flew out, leading you fellow daoists who came to help out to the left.
Yang Jian moved his wrist, then waved the handle of the hammer again, and the drums blasted into the sky!
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With a dragon chant, go through the world!
Looking at the east, there are more than one hundred blue dragons flying together, what a magnificent scene! Under the Hundred Dragons, there are even more black and white shrimp soldiers and crabs, rushing to this battle together!
Ao Ji transformed into a human form, as the leader of the army of dragons who came to help the boxing, "Good uncle! I brought tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to fight you out of a bridal mansion!"
Yang Jian lightly scolded, smiled and shook his head, stopped the drums and bowed his hand to the dragon clan.
The dragons' soldiers and horses were arranged by him on the right, which was much more than the left; and many dragon masters and the immortal monks who came to help out knew each other and said hello from a distance. The scene was very lively.
咚咚咚咚!
The drum beats again!
The dragon palace soldiers and horses and the immortal monks were all quiet, and a strong wind suddenly blew a black cloud on the horizon that was wide and unknown.
At this time, at the head of Meicheng, a group of people looked at Mei Linhan with puzzlement.
"Vice City Lord, let's go!"
"Vice-City Lord! Aren't we leaving now?"
"The city lord handed over the power of today to the deputy city lord, that is, let the deputy city lord lead us to kill demons and take revenge!"
Below Meicheng, these children from the Meishan line were also puzzled, for some reason there was no general order.
Mei Linhan laughed dryly: "What is the urgency, let's wait for a while, without us, they can hardly win."
"Vice! Hey!" Uncle Zhang stomped his feet, and just wanted to say something, but was firmly held by the generals beside him.
There was a little cold light flashing deep in Mei Linhan's eyes, and he was about to continue to speak to the generals in Meicheng, but heard the long horn sound from above his head.
Thousands of people shouted at the same time: "Ha!"
The billowing dark cloud retreated, showing its true meaning, but seeing the sky full of glow, more than a hundred fairies flying into the sky, and countless brightly armored fairy soldiers lined up!
A big flag was erected, and there was a solitary "天" on it, but it was a majesty.
Heavenly soldier!
One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers!
The leading generals shouted in unison: "True Lord Erlang! I will wait for the order to come to help the true Lord seek out the thieves and eliminate the traitors, and help heaven and justice!"
Yang Jian stopped beating the drum and yelled: "The monarchs press the battle, block the sky!"
"promise!"
The 100,000 heavenly soldiers shouted in unison, their eyes full of enthusiasm.
At the beginning, Yang Jian was an enemy of Heavenly Court, and defeated most of Heavenly Court's generals in a row. Heavenly Court eliminated those sacrifices, and no one dared to say that it was Yang Jian's opponent.
The battle passed, the killing sky was dim, and the heavenly soldiers who fought and turned upside down, but these heavenly soldiers had an unspeakable sense of admiration for Yang Jian.
Today, they will fight alongside Yang Jian!
Even if the enemy's soldiers and horses are ten times greater than them, a hundred times greater than them, they still have the heart to win, and they will do justice to the heavens!
Yang Jian closed his eyes and breathed several times before beating the drum again.
After drumming the tee, he heard a loud laugh, and on a mountain outside Meishan, a burly figure jumped over!
Jump over a hundred miles! This is done only by physical strength!
Above Meishan, an increasingly depressing atmosphere suddenly exploded. Why? Because it is their natural enemy!
"Witch! Wu Clan! How did they get to Beiju Luzhou?"
"Damn it, it's the Wu Clan!"
"These witches will be killed today!"
When the figure jumped to the front, it was a strong man with four arms and an abominable face. He laughed at Yang Jian and shouted: "The three thousand children you want are waiting thousands of miles away. Bring a few old men to help you fight this fight! Kill demon, I'm an expert!"
When the words fell, more than a dozen figures jumped up on the mountain, full of war witches from the Witch clan. They jumped in front of Yang Jian and stopped on the cloud.
With a smile on his face, Yang Jian said in a warm voice to the dozen or so war witches, "A few are behind me, and I have to wait for a man."
"Who are you waiting for?" Da Ang raised his head to look at the sky and the earth, wondering: "With so many people, I can't capture a small Meishan?"
Yang Jian smiled but didn't say anything~EbookFREE.me~ glanced at the direction of Meicheng, and threw his hands away. Once again, the drums shook the sky!
The left wing is a good hand from the immortal gate, whose combat power is comparable to tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers; the right wing is the soldier and horse of Dragon Palace to help out, there are also tens of thousands of shrimp soldiers and crabs, and there are more than 100 dragon masters.
These combat powers have already occupied the advantage, not to mention that there are 100,000 heavenly soldiers deployed in the Skynet formation, which can crush Meishan at any time.
However, Yang Jian was still beating the drums.
It is not a drum to strike, but a drum to summon.
This formation is waiting for the soldier and horse that should have arrived first.
Yang Jian didn't expect the opponent to send troops, but simply wanted to give the descendants of the ancient Meishan race a long-awaited opportunity for revenge.
To break Meishan, he alone is enough.
Relying on the strength of the troops, it only made the Yaozu give up on this place, and would not dare to harass it in the future.
Meicheng, under the wall, has become a mess...