Above the yellow sand desert, the comings are rolling like dragons.
It seems they are late!
But they were not late...
The rise of Mingjiao has just begun.
In the beacon fire that filled the sky, Lin Huang's expression became serious as he listened to the thunderous sounds.
One hundred thousand.
Two hundred thousand.
Three hundred thousand...
The Mingjiao army began to gather.
Even though it is not as powerful as the eight armies that dominated the world back then, everything that should come has come.
The flying battle flags signaled the beginning of the reunion of the eight Ming Cult members.
Thousands of years have passed.
But the blood is still there.
Whether they are the tribes that fell silent thousands of years ago or the descendants of the Ming Cult, they have returned one after another.
Qinglong Department.
White Tiger Department.
Suzaku Department.
Xuanwu Department.
Mingjiao Thirteen Kills.
Haoran Academy.
Shen Ce Mansion!
The Divine Calendar Tribe.
The battle flags of the eight tribes rolled up between heaven and earth.
It seems that there is the sound of a blue bell ringing in the void, ancient and grand. In the sound of the bell, it is accompanied by the roar of tigers and dragons, and the sound of swords.
Accompanied by the sound of war drums and horns!
At this moment... vast amounts of dust and sand were rising outside the desert.
In the dust and sand, there is a black flag dancing like a dragon...
The earth also began to shake with the flying wind of yellow sand.
"The descendants of Sang Hongye, the owner of the central building, and Shang Julu, the owner of the Hulong Clan merchant family, have returned to Mingjiao!"
Between heaven and earth, there was a mighty sound.
I saw that there was a huge word "Shang" in the flag that was like a dancing dragon!
At this moment, countless members of the Mingjiao turned around and looked at the army rushing out from the yellow sand in the sky... No, that was not an army, that was tens of thousands of ancient chariots.
Every ancient chariot is filled with soldiers and armor.
Central building!
In the history of Mingjiao, it is almost not praised by people. To plan the world, there is the existence of Shence Mansion... To conquer the world, there are four sects.
Crossing the vast territory and beheading powerful enemies, there were thirteen kills from the Mingjiao under Qin Changsheng.
To educate the people, there is a Haoran Academy.
It seems that everyone has forgotten the central building.
But...only people from the Ming Cult know that the Central Tower is extremely important.
The three armies have not moved, and the food and grass go first.
During the war, all Mingjiao's soldiers, horses, food, and news transmission... all need the support of the central building.
They have never set foot on the battlefield, but they have provided extremely solid backing for the warring tribesmen.
In the yellow sand, Shang Julu didn't say much.
When the tens of thousands of ancient chariots behind them arrived, they all split up.
Qinglong tribe Qingjia.
White Tiger Silver Armor.
Red-armored Suzaku.
Black armor Xuanwu.
Golden Armor Divine Calendar Department.
The Eighteen Mysterious Heavy Black Armors belong to Cangyun Eighteen Banners!
Even the Thirteen Killers of the Ming Cult have dark night feathers, which are not armors, but have defensive power that can overwhelm all armors.
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Thousands of years of accumulation.
This is the first big gift from the merchants of the Central Hub Building.
Thousands of ancient chariots and millions of soldiers!
When Mingjiao returns, there will be a new atmosphere sweeping the world.
The next moment, Shang Julu flew up and stepped onto the Qingtian Ancient Great Wall of Dafeng. A token for the central building appeared in his hand, "Gentlemen... This is the first time that I, Shang Julu, have appeared.
This is the last time you all see me! Thousands of years ago, when the Eight Tribes were fighting all over the world, the central building was flanked by the rear, and it should be the same from today on!"
"Millions of soldiers are just the first step in the rise of our Ming Cult. Eighty thousand miles outside Zhulu City, there is the Purple Sky Secret Realm... It contains thousands of years of planning by merchants and millions of Nightmare War Beasts!"
"May my Mingjiao's iron hooves march all over the world; may my Mingjiao's battle flag sweep across the world; may my Mingjiao's military fronts slay all the evil spirits! May my Mingjiao's bloody battles forever suppress the eight wastelands!"
In the void, Shang Julu rolled up his sleeves and made a loud voice!
After being lowered onto the yellow sand, everyone in the Ming Cult shouted loudly, and the roar was like thunder.
The central building is here!
Members of the Mingjiao don't have to worry about all the trivial matters, they just need to be guided by the soldiers and move forward without hesitation!
boom.
rumble.
boom……
At this time, the desert was in turmoil and earthquakes shook the mountains.
Hundreds of miles away, there is the sound of a blue dragon roaring loudly in the world!
Between heaven and earth, there is billowing green air hanging down!
At this moment, on the yellow sand desert, the returning Qinglong tribe raised their eyebrows. They listened to the mighty dragon roar in the void and turned their heads to look behind them with excitement.
Only half an hour...
Above the sky, a green dragon formed by the condensation of billowing vitality protruded.
There is a young man on top of Qinglong's head.
He is rarely seen wearing white clothes and green armor.
He is holding an Asiu golden gun in his left hand!
On the right hand stands a blue dragon battle flag that stretches for dozens of miles...
The strong wind was blowing, but the young man on the head of the green dragon had a solemn expression, with a arrogant look on his eyebrows that looked at the world, "Qinglong Department... the second-generation commander Xuanyuan Han has raised millions of troops... join us!"
In the void, Lu Han's voice resounded throughout the world. Before he finished speaking, a blue dragon tribe's inheritance token appeared in his palm.
And below, the million-strong army that caused the earth to shake also emerged.
They rolled in, like a dark tide, crashing through the mountains and rivers, giving people an incomparable shock.
Even though the level of each person in this million-strong army is not high, their Qi and blood are now connected, and coupled with the Qinglong Luck given by Lu Han's separation, this million-strong army is invincible!
The members of the Ming Cult looked at the million-strong army, as if they were looking at a black dragon emerging from the world, sweeping across the world.
"Fight, fight, fight!"
Millions of troops roared, and the sound penetrated the sun and the moon.
Their expressions were solemn, and there was murderous intent in their eyes, which made people dare not look down upon them!
Looking at the millions of troops in front of him, Lin Huang suddenly felt a sense of emotion in his heart...
The Xuanyuan family has guarded Dongling Realm for many years.
How many years has passed since Xuanyuan Tibing died in battle...that human myth of the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Now, Mingjiao is back!
But a handful of loess buried all the heroic souls of the Xuanyuan family.
Now... Xuanyuan Han has raised millions of troops to march out of Dongling. Has Xuanyuan raised his troops and fulfilled the long-cherished wish of the Xuanyuan family?
Lin Huang walked out of the beacon fire and appeared above the millions of troops in one step.
He opened his arms, and suddenly a shadowy figure of an immortal appeared behind him...
The moment the immortal appeared, the fighting spirit of the million-strong army suddenly gathered together and turned into a giant blue dragon that was thousands of miles long!
The giant dragon was born, and the heaven and earth shook.
——That is the martial spirit of Xuanyuan who raised millions of soldiers!
The next moment, Lin Huang slapped Lu Han with a palm.
"What your father once entrusted to me is now entrusted to you! Raise millions of troops and conquer the world. May my Mingjiao... be invincible!"
In the void, Lu Han nodded and did not refuse Wuhun's offer of millions of troops.
He lowered his head and looked at the millions of troops below, the fighting spirit around him rolling like a dragon!
"Since the First Emperor raised his army, the war in the world has stopped! Emperor Wu has opened up the territory and shaken up our sky! Emperor Ai has personally conquered and guarded our vast land!"
At this moment, a mighty sound echoed between heaven and earth.
Black and white chess pieces flew into the air and turned into large golden characters, illuminating the heaven and earth.
A young man in white clothes came walking on black and white chess pieces in the yellow sand in the sky.
"Whenever evil spirits cause chaos, men must sacrifice themselves to the army and sacrifice their bodies to defend the soil! Even if their bones are turned into mounds and rivers of blood are spilled, they must not humiliate our common people or lose our territory!"
The young man in white walked towards the ancient Great Wall of Fengqingtian step by step. Behind him, the shadows of thousands of scrolls appeared, and the words in the scrolls were exquisite and incisive!
Fourteen secret strategies!
Between heaven and earth, the awe-inspiring sound remains the same, and the golden words transformed into black and white chess pieces remain the same. Each word is like a golden mountain, extremely thick!
And below, the members of the Mingjiao tribe were listening to the "Complaint Against Rebellion" written by the Eleventh King of Tianji when the Mingjiao raised its troops a thousand years ago, and their followers couldn't help but read it.
Suddenly, countless voices roared across the mountains and rivers, shaking all directions:
"Sir, show your courage and courage!"
"Will, live in the blade!"
"Handsome, his sleeves are full of blood!"
"King, Blade Glow!"
"We have no elders, no seniors, no seniors, no seniors or juniors. We must work together with one heart and soul to pour out the waters of the eight wastelands, break the waves of the seas, guard the land of the sky, suppress the armies of evil tribes, suppress the bandits who bully us, and defeat the enemies.
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"The sea is now flowing across the sea, and we stand upright with no shame!"