Chapter 468 Three thousand heroic spirits appear in the world
At this moment, the mountains and rivers were horrifying, and the heaven and earth were shaking.
At this moment, murderous intent spread across thousands of miles.
At this moment, the beacons on the ancient bronze Great Wall ignited with flames reaching into the sky, instantly dispelling the haze between heaven and earth and strangling all the evil atmosphere.
At this moment, the ancient bronze Great Wall dances like a dragon!
Up and down the battlefield, countless people looked up at the bronze Great Wall.
On top of the city wall that was thousands of feet high, young men in white clothes stained with blood waved war flags and stood weeping. And above the ancient bronze Great Wall, a black cloud appeared...
The moment the black cloud appeared, millions of horses screamed in terror on the battlefield.
Dark clouds are coming over the city!
But the black cloud in the sky seemed to be suppressing the sky.
The black clouds are not black clouds, but three thousand pitch black armors.
Black flags cover the sky and the sun.
Three thousand spears, the cold light shocked the world.
The Evil King raised his head and looked at the three thousand heroic spirits emerging from the ancient bronze Great Wall in the void. His expression changed drastically, and there was deep fear in his eyes.
In my mind, I still remember how terrifying that black torrent was thousands of years ago, and how invincible it was at the tip of its sword!
Although there are no more hundreds of thousands of mysterious black armors in the world, the scene of the banners blocking out the sun and the thousands of troops charging towards them is still vivid in my mind.
Just the majesty and majesty permeating the black clouds at this moment made the evil king's breathing extremely stagnant.
Mingjiao has been destroyed, but the heroic spirit is still there!
On top of the ancient bronze Great Wall, Lin Huang also looked up at the black clouds above his head, and was shocked in his heart. He had never seen such an incomparable magnanimity before.
Even if I have traveled across the vast territory and seen the battles of the Dongtian Divine Sect, or even if I have been lucky enough to witness three thousand Phoenix descendant troops passing through the sky, they are not as powerful as the three thousand mysterious black armors above their heads.
Every heroic spirit among them, even the weakest, has the realm of the King of Martial Arts.
Three thousand Martial Kings.
It is enough to meet gods and kill gods, and to meet Buddhas and kill Buddhas.
At this moment, the three thousand black-armored troops in the void had just woken up from their slumber, and their eyes were sweeping up and down the sky with domineering eyes, sweeping past the million-strong army, and sweeping past the Dongling warriors...
Sweep Xuanyuan Tibing.
Finally, it fell on the evil king, his murderous intent was revealed, and his fighting spirit hung between heaven and earth like a waterfall of thousands of miles.
I saw the leader of the three thousand black-armored troops looking at the evil king, like a vicious wolf eyeing its prey, "Extraterritorial evil demon?"
The Evil King's expression tightened, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
The Evil King has not yet replied, but Xuanyuan Tibing, who was sitting cross-legged in the military formation, struggled to get up and bowed to the three thousand heroic spirits in the sky:
"The thirty-second generation descendant of Xuanyuan Po, Xuanyuan raised his troops to pay homage to all of you. Today I awaken your heroic spirits and ask you to help me, the Dongling warriors, kill the evil king!"
In the sky, the leading heroic spirit's brows were slightly condensed. Even though he had been silent for a thousand years, his memory had not dissipated. He naturally knew about the existence of Xuanyuan Po, and he was considered a powerful general in the entire Qinglong Tribe.
But this alone...can't revive them.
On top of the ancient bronze Great Wall, Lin Huang was covered in blood, flowing along the city wall. He stared at the three thousand Xuanjia troops with a smile on his face.
The evil king's disaster should be lifted...
Qin Xuance's original 20% chance of winning was now 80%.
Then, the leader of the heroic spirit turned his eyes and looked at the young man on the city wall.
Holding a big flag in hand.
White clothes stained with blood.
With a bloody smile on his face, he stood alone on the bronze Great Wall, like a spear from the sky piercing the sky. Like a lone wolf in the wind and snow, he refused to retreat in the face of the torrent.
One person is a flag that never falls.
In an instant, the hearts of the three thousand heroic spirits surged. It was as if they had seen the scene at the top of the Great Wall that covered the sky with a bloody flag, alone fighting tens of thousands of evil spirits from outside the world.
Suddenly, the leading heroic spirit stepped down from the sky and knelt on one knee in front of Lin Huang, with a solemn and solemn expression:
"The last general, Xuanzi of the Qinglong tribe, is encamping at Luocang Mountain and has three thousand troops under his command. He is willing to go through fire and water for the Tuoba family for generations to come, without any hesitation!"
"I am willing to go through fire and water for the Tuoba family era, no matter what!"
Above the sky, three thousand heroic spirits knelt on one knee and roared in unison.
Tens of thousands of warriors in Yin Yang Valley were stunned.
Lin Huang was a little confused, but his expression did not change at all. He could roughly understand that it was because he climbed the ancient Great Wall that he awakened the three thousand heroic spirits.
It's just that... three thousand Martial Kings turned around to pay homage to me. This formation was too big.
Lin Huang has also traveled across the vast territory, and his steadfastness of mind is unmatched by ordinary people. At this moment, he could not help but feel shocked. Then he shook the blood flag in his hand and bowed to the three thousand heroic spirits, "Please help me in the Eastern Spiritual Realm, my lords!"
The leading heroic spirit Luo Cangshan smiled solemnly, and then set his eyes on the evil king again, and his cold scolding voice was like thunder: "How dare you act like a clown on the land of my human race. In this world, as long as there are heroic spirits of my Ming Cult, they will not
If it is destroyed, there will be no hiding place for you, why don’t you die?”
In the void, the Evil King was horrified, and an abnormal cruelty filled his heart. The rabbit bit someone when he was anxious, not to mention that he was the Evil King who had lived for thousands of years.
Even though the Ming Cult could cover the sky with one hand, the three thousand heroic spirits a thousand years later are just three thousand dead remnants of the Demon Cult.
If you fight to the death, there is still no chance of losing your life.
Looking at the three thousand heroic spirits standing in armor in the void, the evil king let out a terrifying roar, and his figure suddenly turned into a sea of blood, escaping towards the world in all directions.
As soon as he takes action, he is running for his life, which is really amazing!
The sea of blood collapsed in the void, flying out in all directions like heavy rain. However, the leading heroic spirit Luo Cangshan smiled coldly, looked at the forest wilderness below the city wall, and said:
"Can I lend you your body?"
Lin Huang paused and turned to look at Luocang Mountain above. Although the latter was wearing armor and full of killing intent, his smile at this moment was a little warm, like the cool spring breeze.
Lin Huang nodded.
Luo Cangshan smiled slightly and continued: "When three thousand heroic spirits enter your body, I will improve your realm. I hope you can grasp that mysterious feeling. Maybe the road to martial arts will go smoother!"
Lin Huang's expression was slightly condensed, and he bowed to Luo Cang from a distance.
Luo Cangshan looked up to the sky and roared, holding the dark spear in his hand, his eyes swept across the three thousand heroes behind him, and his fighting spirit soared into the sky: "Mingjiao! Fight invincibly!"
Three Thousand Yinglin showed murderous intent on his face, turned into three thousand streams of light, and disappeared into Lin Huang's body.
Under the vast and simple bronze Great Wall, Lin Huang suddenly became more powerful, step by step along the mottled bronze wall, into the sky.
Behind you, there is a war of smoke for thousands of miles!
Feeling the overwhelming power in his body, Lin Huang felt a slight tremor in his heart. An extremely familiar power was slowly returning, as if he had returned to the days when he traveled across the vast territory.
Even though he is as tired as a bereaved dog, he is still the Martial Saint - Beilin Huang!