A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The hereditary disciple named King Jia is in front of him.

Although he is at the pinnacle of the Golden Core, even ordinary Nascent Soul Lords must bow before him and dare not think of themselves as seniors, even if all identity factors are eliminated.

"now that,"

"You know you are violating military law,"

The big man in golden armor looked at the kneeling blue-robed golden elixir. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he said calmly: "Then you will deal with it according to my military discipline."

"How about that?"

"Inheritance, you should commit suicide."

Someone said in a deep voice.

"So be it."

The big man in golden armor said calmly.

"I will report to the Heavenly Palace that you died in a heroic battle, and there will be compensation for your family and descendants. Your death will not be in vain."

"Inheritance, spare my life, please let me die as a vanguard..."

The blue-robed golden elixir was frightened, but did not dare to resist, and kowtowed repeatedly to beg for mercy.

The surrounding Jindan monks were also horrified.

Although the military law of Tiangong is strict, it is not so cruel that a peak Golden Core cultivator will be executed for making a slight noise. This is rare in the entire Tiangong.

"I'll give you dignity. Since you don't want it, forget it."

The big man in golden armor showed an impatient look, shook his head slightly, as if there was a fly flying around in front of him, and swatted it down with his palm.

A palm shadow flew out from his hand.

The next moment, it became tens of feet in size, with all five fingers, the palm prints were as clear as ravines, the golden light was bright, and the whole body seemed to be made of divine gold.

As soon as the palm print appeared, it exuded terrifying pressure, and the surrounding space was condensed like iron, making it difficult to move.

One of the top inheritances of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace,

"The Djinn Sutra"!

This is a pure physical cultivation technique, which is said to be directly related to the practice of refining the void. However, due to the lack of resources, the inheritance of the practice of refining the void has been deleted and no one other than Daozi is allowed to possess it. However, it is still one of the top techniques in the realm.

It is extremely strong, extremely large, and indestructible.

Rumor has it that it is an inheritance from the giant spirits and generals of the immortal world.

"inherited!"

"My sin is not worthy of death!"

The big man in blue robe has eyes that are about to burst.

The Immortal Sect monk was self-centered and independent, and could never sit back and wait for death. He instantly burned his essence, blood and longevity with the magic secret method, took out an ancient bronze arrow, and fled madly into the distance.

boom!

The giant Vajra palm fell, beating him and his magic weapon into a ball of flesh.

"Come here, write it down, saying that he fought for the Heavenly Palace and died bravely, and that his family will be compensated according to first-class standards."

The big man in golden armor said calmly.

"Yes, senior brother!"

A Jindan monk came out, took out a jade book, and wrote it down.

"Senior brother, be kind!"

The surrounding Jindan monks were as silent as a cicada, and their faces became more and more respectful as they complimented.

In their hearts, they uncontrollably felt gratitude, admiration, respect and other complex emotions, sincerely.

Some people know that this is the instinctive self-preservation of life, so they produce obedience to the strong and beautify the source of danger. Some people don't know, but no one is willing to think about it further and just express their surrender.

"You don't have to worry, it's just a small sect with more than ten realms."

"When the Immortal Palace army arrives in person later, it will be annihilated in ashes. By then, we will all be heroes of the Heavenly Palace. The opportunity of Nascent Soul will be at our fingertips, and the inheritance of transformation into gods is not a delusion."

After King Jia boosted the morale of the army with blood, his voice became softer and said: "The Dongji Demon Sect fleet has just broken through the boundary and entered, and the army formation is scattered. This is a God-given opportunity for us and other Tiangong monks to make meritorious deeds. After one battle, the Nascent Soul may not be achieved." No, such great opportunities don’t come around very often.”

"Yes, inheritance!"

"We will definitely die for the Heavenly Palace!"

A group of Jindan monks said in unison with burning eyes.

Looking out from here, we can see layers of hidden formations with numerous flags and strict military formations. The monks are all wearing golden armor and have powerful auras. Each has a drum, a bronze bowl, a lyre and other military formation magic weapons.

And so on, there are hundreds of thousands of monks, and the weakest are all foundation-building monks recruited from various small circles. Golden elixir monks are common, and every military formation exudes at least the terrifying aura of Nascent Soul.

The way of military formation,

Originally, the Immortal Sect learned from the Nine Immortal Sects, and then found its own path, thus carrying forward the great achievements.

Not only that, but looking at King Jia, one of the ten kings, the big man in golden armor is surrounded by thick incense and belief. There are actually Mao Gods with green faces and fangs, standing majestically, or holding sacrificial weapons such as swords, spears, axes, and axes. , a total of 1,200, and those with the weakest auras are at the Golden Core stage.

Many Jindan monks just stood by and felt the sharp golden energy coming towards their faces, like thorns piercing their backs. Suddenly, the last thought of disobedience was gone.

Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, the Protector General!

Xuanwu Tiangong's exploration of the way of incense is at the forefront of the realm. The 365 divine generals who sit in Tiangong claim to be able to protect the sect's inheritance even in the era when the power of refining the void is not available.

Under the three hundred and sixty-five god generals, there are a dazzling array of gods.

All the important personnel of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace carry with them the guardian gods. When they are released during a fight, they can easily crush their opponents.

This is still normal.

If there is a war, the guardian gods of important monks will be greatly strengthened, reaching a terrifying level that monks of the same level cannot even imagine.

It can be said that the Small Thousand World and its population are of great importance to the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace. They will never give up, never feel too little, and their greed for the Small World will never end.

Once the small thousand worlds controlled by the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace and the accumulated incense reach a limit, no one can tell whether an incense god above the realm of refining the void will be born.

These were deeply feared by the seven Immortal Sects, and they even had murderous intentions and secretly reached an alliance.

"Big Sun Sword..."

King Jia looked at the Demon Sect fleet in the distance, his consciousness swept over the twelve hundred hair gods who were protecting him, and the hundreds of thousands of troops from the Heavenly Palace further away. He clenched his fists and felt a strong desire in his heart:

"Can you die in my hands?"

"If I become a Taoist, I will definitely thank you very much."

There is an appointment in heaven,

The person who killed the Great Sun Swordsman was personally received by the powerful clone, who helped refine the previous generation of Xuanwu Daozi and turned it into nourishment for the meritorious person, allowing him to be promoted to Xuanwu Daozi!

This rule existed when the Great Sun Sword Pavilion ruled the realm, and it has not changed to this day.

boom!

Boom!

At this moment, the space shattered, and a terrifying loud noise appeared between heaven and earth.

King Jia looked around.

A total of forty-eight Dongji Demon Sect's group army warships guided the air and space fighter planes to fire, and large holes were blasted between the wind layer and the cloud layer, which greatly reduced the impact of the boundary breach.

Then, the most elite First Army Fleet of the Northern Air and Space Force formed a military formation and took the lead in officially entering the boundary. Countless battleships and air and space fighter main guns bombarded the world in unison, which was earth-shattering.

"kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The army of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace also moved, flags and flags fluttering, evil aura rising to the sky, the military formation condensed into countless huge golden light axes and killed the fleet group, the aura of each golden weapon was no weaker than Nascent Soul, it was extremely terrifying.

"kill!"

The ax was chopped down.

The battleship was smashed to pieces by the golden axe, blood and decks exploded, and the air and space fighter planes were turned into powder.

At the same time, the forty-eight army groups whose foothold was not stable fired another volley, smashing countless antique pavilions and pavilions. The Xuanwu Tiangong military formations in front of them were instantly shattered. The huge golden light axes turned into ashes, blood spattered everywhere, and Nascent Soul was shattered. The power of the stage is also useless.

King Jia paid no attention to these bloody battlefields.

"Big Sun Sword..."

King Jia stared intently at the center of the First Army of the Northern Front.

Surrounded by layers of warships and air and space fighter planes, there was a young boy with a young face, sixteen or seventeen years old, handsome in appearance, wearing the uniform of the general of the Dongji Demon Sect air and space force, with a long sword on his waist, and his eyes were calm and peaceful.

His eyes scanned the battlefield and quickly locked onto the golden-armored man among the twelve hundred hairy gods.

Keng!

Draw your sword,

The young man raised his sword, not paying attention to the battlefield that was exploding all the time. He didn't pay attention to the shattered battleships and attics, the shattered space, and the countless blood-splattered corpses.

He did not hide or cover up, facing hundreds of thousands of troops from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace. Step by step, stepping on the void, he raised his sword and walked towards the golden-armored man surrounded by twelve hundred hairy gods.

"You come to die."