Alien God System

Hum! An invisible spatial fluctuation flashed by, and Yang Feng walked out of the altar.

The patriarch of the Yao clan saw him, and hurriedly led the crowd to greet him with a smile, and bowed down again.

Wow! Like the endless tide, the mountains and plains were filled with dense crowds. They were too numerous to count, and the darkness was overwhelming. They all crawled down, but they said nothing.

Yang Feng was taken aback, not knowing why, he hurriedly came to the patriarch and lifted him up and said, "Patriarch, how come this is so good? You worshiped it again?

Is there something for me to do? "

"How dare?"

With a slight smile, the patriarch suddenly said solemnly: "It's just that from now on, I would like to see Young Master Yang as your head. You will listen to your orders and never dare to violate it."

what?

Suddenly, Yang Feng blinked his big confused eyes, not knowing why.

Although the monster clan is powerful, he has the intention to win the battle in the spirit world this time, but he just wants to form an alliance.

But I never expected that I didn't say anything, these monster clan powerhouses would all automatically bow to themselves.

Is it possible that I have truly become a domineering spirit, and dare not to accept wherever I go?

As if seeing the suspicion in his heart, the patriarch grinned and explained: "My son, this is what our ancestors meant.

As long as you come out of the altar, all the demons will listen to your dispatch. "

"That's it, you are the reinforcements left to me by the same kind above!"

Nodding clearly, Yang Feng couldn't help but said with joy: "It just so happens that I'm going to fight a robbery.

Just send a few people with me to build up your momentum.

There is no danger, mainly for me to hold a scene, hehe. "

"That's okay, how many people do you plan to have?"

"It doesn't need to be too much. Anyway, those people are just slippery fish from the last era. There shouldn't be many people."

Smashing his mouth, Yang Feng thought for a while and said, "Patriarch, can you send me a million eight hundred thousand?"

"One million eight hundred thousand?"

The body shook, the patriarch shouted, seemingly surprised.

Yang Feng couldn't help being taken aback, his brows frowned slightly: "I think your monster clan is the overlord of the spirit world anyway, and 800,000 people should be able to take it out.

Why, are you struggling?

Then... how about eighty to ninety thousand? "

"Eight or ninety thousand?"

As soon as the voice fell, the patriarch yelled again, looking even more surprised than just now.

Yang Feng's brows trembled and he couldn't help but smile, but he smiled miserably: "Why, the patriarch, can the nobleman not even be able to afford eight or nine thousand troops?

I'll go, you mess up worse than me.

Fortunately, I just thought I received a batch of strong aid, but I didn't expect it to be just a group of beggars. "

After a long sigh, Yang Feng said helplessly: "Then you say, how many troops can you get right now?

I first have a mental preparation, don't be happy again. "

"Young Master Yang, you have misunderstood!"

Hearing what he said and looking at his slightly lonely expression, the patriarch couldn't help but smiled brightly and bowed and said, "I didn't think you wanted this 1.8 million troops just now, but too little.

The old man goes out to travel around, and he needs 30 to 40 million troops to follow him.

You are going to war, not to have a wedding wine, just take two bodyguards and just pass by, no eight million is enough, too much for you.

You are the savior, how can you be so shabby when you go out for honors? "

what?

Unexpectedly, Yang Feng blinked his bewildered big eyes: "Then...according to your wishes, I'm going to show off the prestige this time, how many people should I bring?"

"At least bring all the elites of the first column of the First Army."

"The elite of the first column of the First Army?"

After smacking his lips, Yang Feng murmured, "Excuse me...how many people are there?"

Shrugging indifferently, the patriarch smiled faintly: "It's not much, eight billion!"

"Eight... billion?"

Unable to take a breath, Yang Feng was completely stunned.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the patriarch thought he was disgusted, so he quickly explained: "Young Master Yang, our First Army has more than 8 billion, but 80 billion.

Together with the strength of the remaining four armed forces, 500 billion elite troops can be organized, which is not a problem.

But it is really that you suddenly proposed the dispatch of troops and rushed too quickly. We didn't have any preparations here, so we could only spend 8 billion.

If you are not in a hurry, the old man gathers the troops stationed at various points outside and gathers 300 billion troops first, which is not a problem.

If you don't think it is enough, the remaining reinforcements will arrive one after another. "

"Enough, completely enough."

With a smile, the whole face almost didn't bloom, Yang Feng didn't expect that this monster clan was really rich and rich and flourishing.

Eight billion elite soldiers, just take it.

Not only that, the eight billion is actually only a fraction, and there is a continuous supply of energy behind.

But it's right to think about it, how could the demonic race that can divide the world with the entire human cultivator be weak! Now that he has absorbed the strength of the monster clan, he can already compete with the alliances of those super-class families.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng became more confident, and asked: "Then what is the level of these eight billion elite soldiers?

Can it be compared with Bai Lang and Feng Yu? "

"I'm afraid this won't work!"

Frowning deeply, the patriarch shook his head embarrassedly: "No matter how young the two juniors, Bai Lang and Feng Yu, they are of the blood of sacred beasts.

And the bloodline of the **** beast is very rare even in the monster race, it is the elite of the elite, how can there be such a huge number? "

Nodding clearly, Yang Feng expressed his understanding.

The reason why the sacred beast is a sacred beast is that it is rare. How can it be like other monsters, like Chinese cabbage, all over the ground?

Moreover, the strength of the sacred beast is only a little weaker than that of the spirit beast.

If the monster beasts are everywhere, isn't the spirit beast worthless?

Humans still play a ball?

Thinking of this, Yang Feng smiled and shook his head, laughing at his delusion.

He originally thought that thousands of mythical beasts could be assembled, but it was impossible to think about it.

Even in the lower realm, in the territory of the monster race, the total number of members of the five great beast families is less than 100. I am afraid it is the same here... but the patriarch suddenly said: "We can gather at most a hundred thousand divine beasts. It is not the old and the weak, or the children, who cannot participate in the war at all.

It will take hundreds of years for these children to grow up.

So Young Master, we really don't have many mythical beasts. "

puff! A mouthful of old blood almost didn't come out, Yang Feng looked at him in surprise.

Patriarch, you used to talk about cross talk, do you deliberately sway me?

Is this not much?

As a combat power comparable to that of spirit beasts, these 100,000 divine beasts are already equivalent to tens of thousands of spirit beasts.

What Lao Tzu is going to grab now is only thirty or forty thousand spirit beasts. You monster race is really rich and rich. The monster race in the lower realm is simply incomparable with you.

It's worthy of occupying half of the spirit world! Yang Feng secretly admired in his heart, and became more and more overjoyed...