"I, Tang Yan, am with you. Army of the Central Plains Alliance, hold on to your weapons and continue fighting." Tang Yan's firm voice echoed around the world again, causing the fear in the Central Plains Alliance to immediately dissipate and turn into a violent eruption.
Hot blooded.
At this time, all the powerful ghosts in hell were thrown into the battlefield, and the Grave Master system appeared. Mr. Jin led the spirit turtle clan out of hell, and the golden flames burned the night. The Lord of the Fierce Room rolled up the water tide all over the sky, leading several
Thousands of sea beasts appeared, distorting the river tide against the natural realm and affecting space.
Yueying, Blood Chicken and others then walked out of the ancient road of the netherworld.
A fairy as pure as moonlight makes people dazzled and intoxicated.
A majestic spirit filled with pure blood.
This time, there are three more special saints - Elinda! Mu Rou! Yaochi Saint!
They have been living in hell for seven or eight years.
With the assistance of the Golden Flame Turtle clan, the Burning Sky Blue Flame finally contributed to Elinda's realm breakthrough and officially entered the realm of the Saint. The existence of the Burning Sky Blue Flame gave Elinda a unique advantage. Once it adapts and can be refined,
Underworld Fire, the future growth space will be infinitely expanded.
Not only did the Saint of Yaochi regain her full glory, she also made progress due to her special experience and the rainforest environment of life, and assisted Mu Rou to complete her transformation.
Elinda's coolness and coolness, Yaochi Saint's beauty and nobility, Mu Rou's extraordinary beauty, and Yue Ying's alluring beauty all add a special brilliance to the high-altitude atmosphere.
The successive appearances of the seven holy realms, as well as the arrival of the ghost masters of the holy realms such as Cerberus and Dark Dragon, have had a huge impact on the mid- and high-level battlefields, making the saints of the Northern Alliance feel despair and powerless. Just imagine ten
The emergence of multiple holy realms will bring about drastic changes.
"Boom!" Wu Nong was the first to beat the war drum and roared loudly: "What are you waiting for? In ten days, break into the Northern Alliance! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, an opportunity to change the pattern of the Central Plains. We are lucky to encounter it, and we will die.
It’s worth it, fight, fight!”
"The army of hell has opened the way for us and conquered the city for us. What do we have to fear? Hold on to your swords, take your steps, follow in the footsteps of the army of hell, and kill them." All the other counselors rushed towards the ring.
, beating the war drum himself.
Suddenly, the momentum of the Central Plains Alliance surged to the extreme. Their exhausted bodies immediately seemed to be injected with hormones, and they almost jumped up. They roared hoarsely, their eyes turned red, and their blood boiled.
The collective roar formed a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, shaking the wilderness and shaking the dark night.
"This is our last battle. We will die on this battlefield within ten days." The ascetic troops were the first to take the step. They were not afraid and even directly joined the ghost army, starting their final battle with the determination to die.
Blooming gorgeously.
Ma Yama and other holy battlefields regained their vitality, laughed loudly, and launched fierce attacks one after another. "What are we afraid of? What are we afraid of! Fight!!"
Tang Yan's appearance gave everyone reassurance. With Tang Yan's joining, not only did he bring the army of hell, not only the team of saints, but even the lurking Feruk and others could ignore the threat. We no longer have any worries. From now on
When will it be better to wait until the time is not crazy?
"Tang Yan? Tang Yan? Why is Tang Yan here!" Zhao Xiong rushed away from the crowd and looked at the drastic changes that were happening in the distance in shock, his old face becoming very ugly.
Aren't you sure that the Tang Yan outside is fake? It's obvious that he is the real one if he catches it! How could this happen? He has almost forgotten the word 'Tang Yan' these days, but suddenly Tang Yan
It just suddenly broke into his field of vision and disrupted all his plans.
A hell ghost clan actually brought about such a large-scale chaos. The scene and threat were obviously many times greater than when the Xingluo East Frontier battlefield first came. Let alone ordinary troops, even he, the national master, could not see it from a distance.
They all felt creepy.
"National Master, what should we do? What should we do!"
"Do you want to invite Xuanyuan again?"
"What should we do? I saw Uncle Fenghua starting to retreat."
"National Master, think of a solution quickly."
The escort is about to collapse. The situation has evolved to the current situation, and they really can't hold on. They were already defeated in all directions, and now a hell suddenly appears. The Northern Alliance really doesn't have more power to contend with all this. If Zhao
If Xiong does not bring hope to the overall situation, the Northern Alliance is bound to collapse one after another.
Zhao Xiong's chest heaved violently, and his old face was distorted by the blush. He even had the idea of retreating, but he and the Daqian Dynasty had put everything on the Northern Alliance. Retreating was not an option now.
Where can I evacuate?
Counting on the Samsara Clan? Impossible! The Samsara Clan is becoming more and more mysterious, making him unable to figure it out.
Counting on the Yin-Yang Clan? Impossible! The Yin-Yang Clan has tried their best, but they really can’t squeeze out more power.
Holy Spirit Temple? No more extravagant hopes! You can only give them hope yourself, otherwise they will suddenly evacuate at the critical moment. Zhao Xiong saw this clearly.
Soon, Zhao Xiong's eyes were fixed and he ordered decisively: "Inform Zhao Kuo and give him a chance to show off. Doesn't he want to be the true prince of my Daqian Dynasty? The opportunity lies in the Thomas Feyson United Empire! I have given him
The foundation has been laid, it’s up to him whether he can win or not! Give him five days, if he doesn’t succeed, let him die there and be buried for the empire!”
"Ah?? This..."
"Go! What are you doing standing there in a daze? You are accompanying Zhao Kuo to the Thomasfield United Empire!" Zhao Xiong almost roared.
"National Adviser, it's not that we don't accept it, it's just... how can this mission be accomplished? How could the United Empire of Thomas Pherson send troops at such a juncture? They are not fools, they will not fail to see our defeat."
"They are not fools, they are smarter than anyone else. They understand that if the Northern Alliance loses, the entire Qitian Continent will belong to the New War Alliance and them. By then, the United Empire of Thomas Feyson will be isolated and will survive. They will listen.
If people act with their eyes, they are not far from destruction.
They understand that joining the Central Plains Alliance now is the icing on the cake. They will not benefit much from dividing the Central Plains afterwards. Only joining the Northern Alliance will be a timely help and will be regarded as a savior.
They knew that as long as tens of millions of troops and a dozen saints were deployed here, they could steadily control the defeat of the Northern Alliance, inject new power into this war, and the Northern Alliance would not be defeated.
They understand that war does not rely on ordinary armies. The one who truly dominates the war situation is...the emperor! The greatest advantage of the Northern Alliance lies in the emperor!"
Zhao Xiong's words were sonorous and powerful. He had sent letters to the Thomas Feyson United Empire many times before, and the stakes had been stated. In the past, the Thomas Feyson United Empire would not easily send troops, but now, the time for drastic changes in history has come.
If they take action, they will never have the chance to take action.
"But..." The guard troops were hesitant. They knew very well that it was easier said than done. Thomas Feyson was a joint empire. It was simply impossible to get there and reach negotiations within five days. Besides, , even if Thomas Feson understands the importance, he will not make up his mind easily. It must be a matter of life and death for the empire. The whole country needs to be mobilized to resist the Central Plains Alliance, and some powerful methods are needed to deal with the current war of public opinion.
"Go! If it's easy, what else do I need him for?! The Northern Alliance's survival is now at stake. If I don't save the situation, the alliance will be defeated! By then, the Yin-Yang Clan and the Samsara Clan can just slap their butts and leave, and the Peacock Saint King and the others will We can retreat to Beihai, and they will all be safe and sound. Only we can retreat to the Great Qian Dynasty, where can we retreat? Where else can we retreat?" Zhao Xiong almost roared, his eyes were blood red.
"Understood! We'll go right away!"
"Quick! The Northern Alliance's last chance is in the United Empire of Thomas Feyson. You must succeed and you must be quick. If you can't win there, I will commit suicide here and die with you." Zhao Xiong looked at the vastness of the bloody rain. On the battlefield, your hands are clenched tightly, and you have to fight for the last time. If you don't succeed, you will be defeated.
"National Master, take care!" All the guards collectively cheered up, knelt down heavily and hurriedly left.
It's just that no one noticed that while they were talking anxiously, there was a black shadow silently lurking in the dark corner, silently probing into their argument. When they left, one of the black shadows quietly followed them. As he went up, there was another group of black shadow following Zhao Xiong.