A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Beiyuan.

In the Tushan Courtyard, in the Black Demon Palace.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes on the Six Paths throne, his consciousness spread out, and scanned the four directions.

"Greetings, Heavenly Lord!"

"Greetings, Lord!"

"Greetings, Jianzi!"

A sound like a tsunami erupted around, and more than 600 Yuanying Zhenjuns all bowed and saluted, coming from all places, systems, and sects in the Tushan Courtyard cultivation world.

Each of them is the master of a place, a Zhenjun with a lifespan of 1,200 years, and a Yuanying old monster with a strange temperament in the eyes of countless low-level cultivators, but here, each of them seems so ordinary, and each one is as neat and capable as a military officer, without the sharp edges of the Yuanying cultivators.

Whether they were in seclusion, refining treasures, or trying to break through the transformation of the gods... No matter what they did, they came out of seclusion and did not dare to delay.

Because of an order from the Black Demon Palace in the Tushan Courtyard.

Because of the will of the young man in blue on the throne.

Not only these Yuanying cultivators, but also outside the Black Demon Palace, the Great Sun Long Sword City has 100,000 sword cultivators, the Tushan Maids Group has 108,000 maids, and the Hunyuan Fatian City has 1 million cultivators.

It can be said that they have gathered all the elites, countless foundation-building cultivators, golden elixir cultivators, and Yuanying cultivators to form an army of 1.2 million cultivators!

This is the elite cultivator army formed by the two generations of Yuanying True Lords who have been constantly training, honing, updating formations, and manipulating and practicing formations since the unification of the Tushan cultivation world for hundreds of years. The strength is far beyond the beginning of the army.

Many cultivators in the army thought to themselves that even if the peak of the transformation of the spirit was here, they might not be afraid.

This is such a terrifying force.

Who is it for?

Who else?

Icefield Heavenly Lord, Ten Thousand Spiders Heavenly Lord, Centipede Heavenly Lord, etc., the army can just send out a part and wipe them out, why bother with so much trouble?

Could it be that the Heavenly Lord wants to review the Tushan armies?

Many Yuanying Zhenjuns were puzzled, their thoughts were flowing rapidly, and all kinds of complicated and uneasy thoughts were born in their hearts. Some people even speculated in fear that this was the suspicion of the hero in his later years, and his temperament changed drastically, so as to purge the internal forces and pave the way for future generations to take over.

People are so complicated and changeable, and the belief of the last moment may not be the idea of ​​the next moment.

Some Yuanying Zhenjuns who are in charge of relevant government affairs have more speculations.

At this moment, not only the 1.2 million most elite field armies in Tushan Zhongting, but also many B-level and C-level cultivator armies were recruited and stationed in various sects and spiritual veins in various places, with a number of tens of millions.

This is not the limit.

In addition to the B-level and C-level armies, even the most ordinary Qi-training cultivators, who have not undergone military training, are in training at this moment. They train one day every ten days after production and training, which has lasted for decades, forming the lowest-level D-level army to ensure that they can fill the formations in various places at critical moments and provide relevant mana.

These weakest human demons practice Qi, and the number is as high as hundreds of millions!

It can be said that every bit of power in the Tushan Zhongting cultivation world has been mobilized and is making preparations, and no cultivator can be an exception.

For the first time, the giant Tushan Zhongting, which has never appeared in the small world, has shown its full strength, and its tentacles extend to every corner and every person. No one can stay out of it.

They have enjoyed a peaceful and relaxed cultivation environment, and now it is an obligation.

No one can have rights but no obligations. Tushan Zhongting, the immortal organization, does not allow such a thing to happen.

In addition to the transfer of personnel, there is also the transfer of materials from all over the country. A large amount of natural treasures, elixirs, and talismans are stored in the treasure houses of various sects, so that they can sustain themselves even if the outside world is cut off.

There are also military formation trainings that have become more and more frequent over the past few decades...

The soul calculation power of the Yuanying cultivators is very strong. When all kinds of conditions are connected and associated, many Yuanying Zhenjuns begin to tremble and their hands are shaking. Thousands of years of practice cannot prevent the panic in their hearts.

This is a full mobilization!

This is a full war!

What kind of enemy is this war against? !

As a result, the invincible Tushan Tianjun made such a desperate decision to go to war, revealing a resolute and determined will to perish together.

"Tianjun..."

Yin Dao Zhenjun is now the chief of Hunyuan Fatian. He asked with a dry mouth and a trembling voice: "Is it, is it, the immortal cultivators from outside the world coming?"

This word seemed to reveal a layer of fog.

Many Yuanying Zhenjun suddenly became clear, looked up, and looked at the blue-clothed boy on the Six Paths Throne. Many thoughts and doubts in their hearts were answered instantly.

Yes, immortal cultivators from outside the world!

The immortal cultivator world outside the world!

That's the only way.

In the small world, Tushan Zhongting is already invincible, so what else needs to be fought?

Only outside the small world!

At this moment, many cultivators fell into deep fear and trembled.

At this moment, many cultivators' eyes suddenly brightened, and their bodies trembled, not because of fear, but because of excitement. The blood in their bodies was agitated, as if they had seen the bright road.

The hall suddenly became noisy and chaotic, and many True Lords could not control their emotions.

"Quiet."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

The whole hall was quiet.

Order was restored in an instant, and more than 600 True Lords stood in awe, and you could hear a pin drop.

"Wait."

"Be patient, don't be agitated, you will lose your composure and it will be bad for the big things."

Jiang Ding did not explain anything to them. He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, slightly closed his eyes, and continued to wait.

There were still three days before the time of the arrival of the upper realm as mentioned by Da Ai Zhenjun.

Due to Da Ai Zhenjun's own confidentiality requirements, he did not explain anything to these Yuanying cultivators, because it was indeed difficult to explain, and he was unwilling to find a random reason to cover it up. Lies were not what he liked.

Tick,

Tick,

Tick...

In the anxious sea of ​​consciousness of many Yuanying Zhenjuns, time dripped like water drops, and every breath was crisp, splashing circles of ripples in the sea of ​​consciousness.

They tried their best to use the secret technique to soothe their souls, so that they could barely calm down, and stood in the hall and waited quietly.

Three days passed slowly as the Yuanying Zhenjuns waited silently.

Everything was normal.

Nothing unexpected happened.

Da Ai Zhenjun was in the hall, and at this moment, his heart was chilled, and it was icy cold: "Tianjun, please..."

"Don't worry,"

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist."

Jiang Ding's voice came to his ears, with gentleness and kindness: "In the way of heaven's secrets, errors are normal, and this lord is not a harsh person."

"Let's go for another three years."

"It's okay, it's okay."

His voice was very gentle, which was unprecedented.

Da Ai Zhenjun's heart trembled more and more.

However, he didn't say anything else, took a deep breath, and continued to close his eyes and rest, waiting for time to pass.

A few months passed again.

Time seemed to stand still.

The Tianjun on the throne closed his eyes and rested, and a group of Yuanying Zhenjun stood quietly, and the 1.2 million elite field troops in Tushan Courtyard stood quietly, like neatly arranged statues, motionless, and wind and rain could not affect them at all.

At a certain moment.

Boom!

Outside the Small Thousand Worlds, a terrifying thunder burst out, forming a terrifying celestial phenomenon. Countless lightning snakes emerged, swallowing up the sea of ​​stars, covering the sky and the sun, and reflected in the Small Thousand Worlds, known by billions of sentient beings in the Small Thousand Worlds.

Countless Yuanying cultivators shuddered.

"The upper realm, the army of cultivators in the upper realm..."

Jiang Ding sat on the throne, opened his eyes, and said slowly.