Empress Xuanji was on the building under the tower, overlooking the 100,000 monks below, without showing any expression on her face.
And the aura emanating from her body was extremely powerful, making everyone moved by it.
Mu Feng looked at the empress sitting there and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.
Because he came from the lower world, he didn't have much respect for the Lord of the Kingdom of God.
But all the other monks were listening carefully to Empress Xuanji's words, as if they were the sounds of nature.
"The purpose of the Holy War of All Nations is naturally to select outstanding talents.
And jihad is very simple to say, we call it ‘capture the flag’!”
"In the front of the battlefield, we placed a hundred flags. In the end, whichever person from the Kingdom of God wins the most flags will be the winner! This is also a very common resistance training among white-armored soldiers."
The empress was smiling and spoke slowly. Her voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears.
Mu Feng dismissed the empress's words. If it were really that simple, so many people would not die in every Holy War of All Nations.
On the battlefield of Miewu, evil spirits permeate the air, and those who walk inside will be subtly contaminated by the evil spirits, and become manic and murderous.
At the same time, there are countless ferocious beasts, gods and demons on the battlefield. They live on the evil spirits and the corpses of monks. They are naturally extremely ferocious and more ferocious than ordinary gods and demons.
So a simple capture-the-flag battle will turn into a brutal battle in the end.
Although Mu Feng has never experienced it, he can still understand how powerful it is.
The reason why the Xuanji Kingdom started the Holy War of All Nations was to give the lower kingdoms under its jurisdiction an incentive to compete. After all, when the war began, the main force was the monks from the lower kingdoms. At the same time, this also served as a platform for the various kingdoms in the middle kingdom. The activity of selecting talents by forces.
"In an hour, the Holy War of All Nations will officially begin. Everyone, please go down and prepare."
The empress said slowly.
All the kings of the lower divine kingdoms left here one after another at this moment, but another group of people came to the empress.
These people are the representatives of various forces in the Xuanji Divine Kingdom. They are here to see if there are any good seedlings that can be accepted into their sect.
After all, sometimes they can't even discover the talents that appear in the lower kingdom of God.
And with the Holy War of All Nations, you can find some.
Wu Yong quickly returned to the monks of Wuyang Kingdom, his face full of solemnity.
I originally thought that in this holy war, with people like Mu Feng in their Wuyang Divine Kingdom, they would definitely be able to achieve good results.
But when he looked at the lineups of other Kingdoms of God, his heart dropped.
In those powerful lower-level divine kingdoms, half of the one hundred monks under the age of fifty have even entered the ninth level of Nirvana. The level is so high that it is staggering.
As a result, they have no chance of winning at all.
However, he still cheered up and looked at the many monks with a determined face.
"Everyone, you have practiced hard to enter the Wuyang God List just for this moment.
I promise that for any monk who can come back alive, I will knight him and accept the enshrinement of Wuyang Divine Kingdom forever!"
"Because he is the hero of Wuyang Kingdom.
No matter what the outcome is, I will order someone to carve an inscription so that future generations will always remember your merits!"
When the monks heard this, their eyes lit up.
They know that if they are knighted, they will enjoy endless wealth and splendor throughout their lives.
Isn’t this the purpose of cultivation?
Being famous all over the world and enjoying endless glory and wealth is really the pinnacle of a monk.
"However, in this battle to capture the flag, your opponents are 100,000 monks, many of whom are stronger than you.
Therefore, we must unite!”
Wu Yong repeated that, in his opinion, unity is the prerequisite for good results.
Zeng Qing stepped forward and said excitedly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, we will fight to the death to capture the flag!"
"Swear to the death to capture the flag!"
The other monks were also infected by this serious atmosphere, and they all became impassioned.
After they heard the rules of Capture the Flag, they all thought it was very easy.
After all, it’s just capture the flag.
But I don’t want to think about how difficult it is to win a hundred flags with 100,000 other people, plus all the factors on the battlefield.
Among the few people who were awake, they all had solemn looks on their faces.
Moreover, Mu Feng was keenly aware of a problem, that is, the empress did not say where the flag was.
Generally, those in the military who use capture-the-flag battles to practice confrontations will know the location of the flag in advance. They use various means to continuously move forward while blocking the opponent from moving forward, thereby capturing the flag.
But now, no one knows where the flag is, so searching for the flag on the vast and deserted battlefield is also a considerable workload.
An hour later, everyone came outside the barrier.
The empress was still sitting on the high tower in the center of the Peach Blossom Garden, overlooking everything in front of her.
"Remember, wherever the flag is located, it is protected by a formation barrier, no matter how big or small."
"On this battlefield, there are not many formations and barriers.
So let’s go now!”
The empress's majestic voice spread instantly, and a large number of monks surged forward like a tide, forming a dense mass of darkness.
The few who did not follow the team were as inconspicuous as water droplets in the waves.
But soon, the torrent began to split into thin streams, running in different directions.
After all, no one knows where the flag is. Even if it is suggested that there must be a formation where the flag is, it is too general.
A formation as huge as Peach Blossom Spring is insignificant in the battlefield of Wuwu, let alone some small formations.
Their search for the flag is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
But it doesn't seem impossible for one hundred thousand people to come and get one hundred needles.
Therefore, the geniuses of each country are looking for the place where their intuition comes from.
The holy war had just begun, so they all still maintained restraint, and no one took the lead in attacking others.
Zeng Qing led more than ninety monks forward. In his opinion, the flag must be deep in the battlefield and would definitely not be placed in a conspicuous place.
He looked back and saw that in addition to Mu Feng, Bai Cang and a few others, some who were dissatisfied with him were also following him.
After all, it would be too dangerous to leave the main force now.
If people walking in twos and threes encounter teams from other countries, they will be like fat meat sent to their doorstep without any resistance at all.
After all, to be able to come here, the gap between the monks is only one big realm at most.
But in the face of numbers, the advantage in realm is gone.