The witch cultivator legion! Within the ancient witches, all the major clans and tribes have raised a group of strong men, and these strong men are the witch cultivator legion.
And at this moment.
The big clans such as Yuan, Kang, Feng, and Guan, as well as forces such as Tianwu and Wuzhong, gathered a group of top powerhouses to form an army.
Legion members and those with the weakest cultivation level all have the Nascent Soul realm.
There are more than thirty shaman cultivators in the realm of transformation into gods.
If you add the leaders of each tribe.
In the current battle situation, there are more than forty strong men with the power of transforming into gods.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The strong man's breath shakes the void.
In an instant, the entire world was shaken by this rich aura.
"Damn it!"
Wei Chu's face turned extremely ugly.
The Wei clan also has a shaman cultivator legion, but he only brought ten elites with him this time. After all, the legion needs to guard the tribe.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Chenling and others had already wanted to start a war and brought over the elite legions of their respective tribes.
Swish! Swish! Swish! A group of powerful men gathered together, and the mountains and plains were covered in darkness, covered with human heads.
Full of great pressure.
Faced with this situation, even the war spirit generals such as Long Yuan and Hu Ben could not help but look solemn.
The difference in numbers is too big.
On their side, the combined combat strength of the God Transformation Realm is not enough for ten people.
But on the opposite side, the combat power of the transformed gods alone was several times that of theirs, and there were also veteran powerhouses such as Yuan Chenling and Tian Shixiong who were in the late stages of transforming into gods.
"This farce must end."
Yuan Chenling raised his eyes, scanning the entire scene with indifferent eyes, and then looked at the Yan tribe and other bystanders beside him.
"Yansheng, have you guys thought clearly?"
"Are you going to defect to the ancient witch clan together with Wei Chu, or are you going to join us to kill the rebels and bring order to the chaos?"
Yuan Chenling's tone was calm.
But when the words fell into the ears of Yan Sheng and others, they were extremely shocked.
This is not a question at all.
But press the question.
Force them to take sides.
"Everyone should think clearly, the ancient witch clans are one family. Once the ancient witches are destroyed, you, including your people, will also be destroyed."
Yuan Chenling's tone was cold.
There was a slight silence in the field.
A short, fat middle-aged man looked at Yan Sheng hesitantly. Seeing that he had not replied yet, he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "The An clan is willing to surrender."
Said.
The short, fat, middle-aged man flew towards Yuan Chenling with his strong men.
"Anlong, what are you doing!"
Another burly man shouted angrily: "Yan Sheng hasn't replied yet, how dare you make your own decisions?"
"Hmph, why are you hesitating at this time? My An clan is not big, so I don't dare to take risks with him."
An Long snorted coldly: "Yansheng, the ancient witches must not be in chaos. You know that if the ancient witches are in chaos now, everything may be lost."
"..." Yan Sheng frowned, and there were two leaders guarding him.
Yuan Chenling asked coldly: "Yan Sheng, do you still want to hesitate?
Tell me your decision."
"..." Yan Sheng did not speak, but slowly raised his head.
A scorching sun totem appeared between his eyebrows. Along with this blazing red sun, his black hair turned into red hair, and even his eyebrows turned red, like two flames.
Boom! A fiery red battle armor suddenly covered Yan Sheng's body.
"The Yan tribe organized training to guard the ancient witch forever and safeguard the inheritance of the witch god."
"So, I'm sorry to have to obey my orders."
Yan Sheng's eyes burst with strong fighting spirit, and with a move, a blazing sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"Yanshi!"
"Prepare to fight to the death!"
Yan Sheng let out a low roar.
Wow.
The four strong men from the Yan tribe behind them all burst out with aura, like blazing flames blooming, each condensing a blazing armor.
See the situation.
The two tribal leaders next to them looked at each other, and their eyes gradually became firm.
"Mu tribe, prepare to fight to the death!"
"The Qu tribe, prepare to fight to the death!"
Boom! Boom! Eight more powerful breaths shattered the void.
Yan Sheng came through the air, led the strong men behind him to the back mountain, clasped his fists, knelt down on one knee, and faced Miao Liyun: "Mr. Yan, I am willing to fight to the death for Lord Divine Witch!"
"Mr. Mu, I wish this great witch to fight to the death!"
"Mr. Qu, I am willing to fight to the death for Lord Divine Witch!"
The cold and stern voice echoed throughout the entire venue.
Miao Liyun looked at this scene nervously and at a loss.
Wei Chu looked over with a smile and said with a kind smile: "Master Shenwu, you have the Shenwu totem, and you are the leader of the ancient witch. This is the inheritance from ancient times. The Yan family, the Mu family, the Qu family, including the Wei family, are willing to serve
You fight to the death."
"Thank you, thank you..." Miao Liyun was quite nervous. This was the first time she encountered such a situation.
"Master Divine Witch, you're welcome."
Wei Chu smiled and shook his head, then turned around and faced forward.
The same is true for Yan Sheng and others.
Although there are four big clans on their side, there are fewer people coming after all, but the people on the other side have been prepared and have assembled a group of shaman cultivators.
There are also powerful people from the Demon Sect and Shen Sect.
The disparity in strength between the two sides is still huge.
"very good."
Yuan Chenling's eyes turned cold and stern: "The ancient witch clan needs to be baptized with blood, and it also needs to completely eradicate stubborn people like you before we can usher in a new life."
"Since you are looking for death."
"Then, just go to hell."
Yuan Chenling slowly raised his right hand.
Behind him were hundreds of powerful men, full of killing intent and ready to make a move.
Wei Chu's expression was equally solemn.
Once a legion war breaks out, it will be extremely bloody. With too few people on their side, they will definitely suffer.
"Kai Chong, Yan Sheng, and Mr. Tang."
Wei Chu's face was expressionless, but he secretly sent a voice message: "In a moment, I will fight for a bloody road and ask you to lead the witch master away."
"good."
Yan Sheng responded in a deep voice.
As the leader of the tribe, he certainly knew that his side would definitely lose in this battle, but as long as Miao Liyun was saved, there would still be hope for the ancient witch clan.
The war is about to break out.
Yuan Chenling's killing intent was fierce, just when he was about to wave down his right hand.
Sudden.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Deep in the void, the sound of war drums suddenly sounded.
The sound of the war drums was extremely powerful. Every sound of the war drums seemed to hit everyone's hearts. Their minds accelerated uncontrollably, and a wild fighting spirit swept over them.
Yuan Chenling raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his eyes.
"Um?"
"This is..." Wei Chu's mind moved slightly, he raised his eyes and looked towards - "Boom!"
The sound of a thundering war drum shook the sky, and the void was turbulent, as if sound waves were rippling.
A bright golden light swept across.
Wow! I saw six giant beasts covered in golden armor stepping out of the void. The golden armored giant beasts carried ancient war drums on their backs. Twelve sturdy men with totems tattooed on their shirts were really beating the war drums.
The sound of war drums is inspiring.
One by one, shaman cultivators wearing dark gold battle armor and with majestic auras filed out. At the front, ten strong men in the realm of gods jumped out first, exuding an extremely arrogant aura.
Then, the legions wearing dark gold armor were arranged neatly and strolled out of the cracks in the void.
The fighting spirit is majestic and the blood is soaring to the sky.
"Golden Crow Guard!"
"This is the Jin tribe, the oldest elite regiment!"