Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"Ten thousand troops have arrived in Shanshuihou's territory! Fight for the vicissitudes of life and the right path!"

"The territory of Qingshan Marquis, 30,000 troops have arrived! Fight for the people of Li!"

"Twenty thousand troops have arrived in Honghuahou's territory! Fight to wipe out the unruly king!"

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One after another, the roars were uniformly uttered from the mouths of tens of thousands of people at the same time, forming a huge wave and torrent of sound, like thunder, resounding throughout the sky.

As the roaring sound came to mind, vast battle formations floated into the sky from the thirteen outer cities.

Each battle formation has the Wanjindan cultivator as the base, and a powerful person with divine cultivation as the formation eye. All the forces are combined into one, forming a terrifying vitality force. After the influence of large Taoist weapons and even holy soldiers The blessings and buffs condensed into terrifying laws and avenues, which were enough to easily kill the gods and seriously injure a true saint.

to the end.

"Jianghan City, a hundred thousand troops, fighting for the Purple Shirt Marquis!"

As the loudest roar rang out, the most vast formation also rose from the sky in Jianghan City. This formation, with a radius of dozens of miles, is composed of countless densely packed and sharp warriors, guarding a handful of holy soldiers, each one a powerful god.

In this formation, the aura of every warrior is extremely powerful, their eyes are as cold as iron, and they are so firm that there is no emotion at all. It seems that no one can shake their fighting spirit. And the aura of a hundred thousand golden elixirs gathered together like a trickle into a stream, a stream into a big river, and a big river into the sea, forming a heart-stopping and terrifying momentum, filling the void, causing the earth to tremble and the buildings to shake.

"horrible."

Seeing this scene, even the battle-hardened Princess Mo Yu's pretty face changed color, her delicate body tensed up, and her heart skipped a beat.

The Hidden World Sect is high and mighty, while the Holy Land Shen Sect has a long history and is powerful.

In terms of individual strength, a semi-saint-level elder from the Holy Land Shen Sect is enough to defeat an invincible opponent in an empire and kill anyone, including the king of a country.

But why does this rarely happen?

Secular dynasties and hidden sects often do not interfere with each other.

Can some degree of balance be achieved?

The reason lies in the power of the battle formation!

A battle formation can be broken into parts and gathered together into a tower, just like a single ant is insignificant, but ten thousand or hundreds of millions of ants, if commanded appropriately and with tacit cooperation, can kill an elephant, forming a counterpoint. The ultimate deterrent of the hidden sect prevents them from easily invading the secular world and offending a dynasty!

Now, eleven princes, eleven armies, eleven battle formations, and more than 200,000 soldiers with golden elixir cultivation gathered in Jianghan City!

The momentum is amazing!

Possessing the power to crush mountains and rivers, tear apart the sky, and destroy everything!

It can be said that this is the strongest power in the empire, surpassing the royal family!

No one can take advantage of it!

"woo woo woo woo!"

The desolate horn blows.

The horns are rising continuously from all directions, from far to near, which means that the battle formations are quickly approaching the main city of Jianghan City.

This horn, even if it is hundreds of miles apart, still seems to ring in everyone's ears, as if it touches the law of music. It can boost the morale of soldiers, make their blood boil, and their fighting spirit surge. It can also shock the enemy's spirit and disrupt the battle. consciousness.

Although the effect is far inferior to the Langhuan Twelve Divine Sounds, it essentially follows the same path.

The battle formation in Jianghan City was also the first to approach at the fastest speed.

"freed!"

"war!"

One hundred thousand monks, the spiritual armor on their bodies glowed at the same time. Countless mana, from each person, gathered into the Purple Shirt Hou's body through the spiritual armor and magic circle.

The Purple-shirted Marquis leaped into the air, his aura rising steadily, opening up the realm, and transformed into a gigantic giant with a height of a thousand meters.

This giant looks like him, with his feet on the sky and the earth, holding an ax in one hand and a shield in the other. As soon as he appears, terrifying waves fill the void. The power is much stronger than returning to the void in half a step, causing the mountains and rivers to explode, chasing the real The saint who returns to the void. He was so confident that he wanted to kill Jiang Tian and Princess Mo Yu as if he were searching for something.

"Princess, do you still dare to fight me?"

The Purple Dressed Marquis stood tall, full of arrogance, and looked down at Jiang Tian and Mo Yu like ants.

"war!"

The monks in the battle formations were all shouting, activating the golden elixir and making roaring sounds.

The rolling vitality gushes out from the Dantian, and after being transformed, blessed and condensed by the magic circle, it finally converges on the respective princes, or on the Taoist tools and holy weapons 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 princes in the south may shine with golden light, or burn the sky with red flames, or roll with black tide, or cover the sky with silver wings. They have evolved different dharma and divine realms, standing more than ten miles apart. Princess Mo Yu and Jiang Tian were surrounded.

Each one of them has increased in strength and become incomparably stronger, more than ten times or dozens of times their original strength.

Going after Fang Jinlong and Princess Mo Yu directly was even worse.

"Catch me? Punish me, the Marquis of Zishan, for his crimes!"

Zishanhou was very proud and sneered.

"Dare I ask, why do you do it?"

Hou Zishan shouted, looking confident.

"this……"

At this moment, under the questioning of Marquis Zishan, Princess Mo Yu had an angry look on her face, but she was speechless.

In fact, if the armies of the four great dukes gather together. It even only takes two great dukes to compete with it.

But the problem is that the princes are just a piece of loose sand and cannot unite!

It is even more impossible to unite to defend the Eastern Royal Family!

If the Purple Shirt Marquis can gather the 23 armies of the southern princes, he will be invincible and unstoppable!

Strength is always relative, not absolute.

At this time, she couldn't help but panicked and sent a message to Jiang Tian with her spiritual consciousness: "Mr. Jiang, what should we do now? I didn't expect that the Marquis of Zishan moved so fast. In just three days, he secretly gathered hundreds of thousands of troops. You even escaped the surveillance of many of my spies. You, you are too reckless this time!"

The operation was quite hasty.

Because she expected that Zishanhou would take extreme actions, these days, she did not dare to leave the palace, because the palace was also guarded by a divine formation, which gave her a home advantage. Once you leave the palace, it will be even more dangerous.

But suddenly, Jiang Tian came.

Without saying a word, he put Lin Yang and the little princess Dongfang Ying into the created space using the method of "having everything in his sleeve", and then brought the eldest princess Mo Yu over to "settle accounts" with the Zishan Hou.

Due to the sudden incident and the fact that Jiang Tian taught Lang Huan's Twelve Divine Sounds, Dongfang Moyu also trusted Jiang Tian quite a bit, so he followed over without any further questions.

Now, Princess Mo Yu regrets it endlessly. She is surrounded by eleven battle formations, which is like giving away her life.

Jiang Tian seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't say a word, as if he was speechless.