Chapter 220 He really is, I'm crying!

Boom!

At this moment, there was a shaking sound from inside the star gate, and Wu Yangyang's armored figures swarmed out, like an army of demons from hell, releasing a terrifying and evil aura.

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, four hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, six hundred thousand!

Six hundred thousand True Immortal-level Nether Clan soldiers, armed with various weapons, appeared menacingly and stood densely over the forbidden area.

Countless pairs of eyes were full of ferocious fury, ready to move like bloodthirsty beasts.

"Well done!"

Seeing this, Patriarch Tianhong's face turned from worry to joy.

It seems that he uses the tablet of the ancestor to eat.

"Ah ha ha ha, the star gate has finally opened, labor and capital are waiting to trample on the indigenous people here!"

"Tsk, tsk, this world has entered the stage of recovery. If we, the Nether Clan, can occupy the treasure land first, the whole clan will benefit from this, and we will have a huge advantage in the entire starry sky!"

"What are you so happy about? This damn law suppresses me, causing me to only be able to exert my immortal-level cultivation!"

"Bear with it, although this feeling is uncomfortable, come and come!"

"Yes, yes, come wherever you come!"

The six figures talked to each other and walked out of the star gate leisurely, with a fiery look of aggression in their eyes, as if they were treating this world as a colony.

That's right, they are all leaders, and each of them commands one hundred thousand Nether Clan troops.

As the news that Ming Wanjun had opened the star gate before coming came out, several troops stationed near the domain channel rushed over.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Among them, the cheekbones are prominent and the cheeks are thin. After Mingfeng, the most prestigious person in the past few years, came in, he couldn't help but frown.

In the distance, there were seriously injured and dying Nether Clan soldiers all over the place, and there was also a familiar figure, covered in blood and looking very embarrassed.

"Ming Wanjun, who beat you like this?" Ming Feng was shocked and confused.

When several other companions noticed the current scene, their expressions suddenly changed and they felt very puzzled.

In this backward world, there are actually natives who can beat the underworld army to this kind of virtue?

It doesn’t make sense!

After all, in their minds, any true immortal from the Nether Clan who breaks into the Kunlun Realm can stir up troubles in all directions, let alone tens of thousands of Nether Clan soldiers? Is this like a wolf entering the sheepfold and killing them at will?

But now, the scene in front of them subverts their understanding!

Seeing several troops appear from the star gate, Ming Wanjun's original expression of despair immediately turned into a look of joy.

This means that things have taken a major turn for the better!

"Be careful, that guy named Ye Junlin did it all. He is the new island owner of Immortal Immortal Island! He also has an Immortal Lord-level immortal weapon in his hand!"

Ming Wanjun dared to hide it and quickly told the enemy's details.

"What?!"

The six leaders were all shocked and stared at the silver-haired young man, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The identity of the owner of the Immortal Island and the possession of an Immortal Lord-level celestial weapon, the combined threat posed by the two is enough to attract the attention of all races in the starry sky.

Therefore, they felt that they had a reason for their colleagues to make a big mistake here.

"Here, so many immortals? Can Senior Ye still be able to stop them?" Xue Wuhen's expression turned extremely ugly, and her heart sank to the bottom of her heart.

The boiling cheers suddenly stopped.

All the monks in the world were trembling with fear, looking at the 600,000 terrifying figures in the sky, their expressions full of fear.

Such a large number of immortals would crush the entire Eastern Region! ?

This so-called Nether Clan is actually so powerful!

Compared with it, the Kunlun monks are as weak as babies...

"Teacher, can Master still be able to withstand it?" Cold sweat broke out on Li Wujie's back, and his eyes widened.

"We must resist even if we resist. All our hopes now rest on him." Hong Qianye Yin gritted her teeth, clenching the white palms in her sleeves tightly, and a strong feeling of powerlessness emerged in her heart.

Unexpectedly, the realm of true immortals that he was once proud of was so common among the big clans in the domain. He used to sit in a well and look at the sky. What did the glory of that year mean?

"I want to become stronger, I want to become stronger, I want to be slaughtered like an animal!"

"As long as I can survive this disaster, I will have a chance to climb higher."

"Ye Junlin, you can win thousands of dollars!"

Hong Qianye was very anxious and prayed secretly.

The appearance of the Nether Clan army this time directly destroyed his previous pride. After all, a true immortal who became an ancestor in the 꿗 domain and was worshiped by hundreds of millions of spirits can only be a leader here. Who would it be? They have to break the defense on the spot!

At this moment.

Countless monks from the Eastern Region looked at the slender figure with his back to the crowd, holding a sword alone and facing the army of the underworld. Their hearts were deeply touched. Their eyes were red, and the corners of their eyes were shining with crystal tears.

It is hard to imagine how much pressure Ye Shangxian must face in such a critical situation. Perhaps in his heart, he is also trying to be strong...

He really made me cry to death!

Ye Junlin knew the psychological activities of the group of people behind him. If he had known, he would have cleared his throat and said angrily: "Da 녦놊 must!"

At this time, Ye Junlin faced the extra 600,000 true immortals with an interested smile on his lips.

"Good guy, I'm here to deliver you again."

"Forget it, I'll kill you to my heart's content this time!!"

After a brief shock, Mingfeng was the first to calm down. He raised his hand and summoned a pitch-black spiral spear with a metallic luster. This was a top-grade Xuanxian-level immortal weapon.

"Don't be careless, everyone. Let's directly form a battle array to fight a war of attrition with him! As long as his immortal power is exhausted, there is a chance to win!"

"That's right. Although the immortal weapon of the Immortal King level is powerful, it is definitely not something that a Tianxian-level person like him can activate at will. At most, he will be exhausted after a while!"

"Yes, yes, that's what I thought just now!"

"Me too!"

...

Mingfeng's six men were no longer vague and decisively began to form a battle array.

The 600,000 soldiers of the Ming clan responded and moved, each forming a battle array, moving in unison and very smoothly.

Rumble--! ! !

Countless terrifying energies gathered into six Dharma images, including the earth-shaking red bull, the powerful demon ape, the flying tiger with wings, and the mad lion with flames all over its body...

These six powerful Dharma images each occupied a piece of heaven and earth, forming waves of terrifying ripples in the void, bringing an overwhelming sense of oppression.

These six major underworld battle formations condensed six beast-shaped Dharma images in the sky, and their combat power increased by more than a thousand times?

This is definitely not a pure accumulation of quantity, but a qualitative change to some extent!

Boom boom boom...

The vast momentum turned into a huge wave and surged wildly, crushing Ye Junlin fiercely.

Ming Wanjun was healing his wounds with difficulty, his eyes revealed a venomous look, "I'll see if you can hold on this time!"

He believed that Ye Junlin could continue to attack fiercely. No matter how strong the immortals were, there was a limit, not to mention the immortals holding the immortal king-level immortal weapons.

"Kill!!"

Ming Feng waved his spear and manipulated the Dharma image to rush over.

The other two, all went all out and launched a blatant attack on Ye Junlin.

Swish, swish, swish~

Six huge beast-shaped Dharma images came together to kill this tiny ant.

Ye Junlin sneered, "Want to test my limit? Unfortunately, I will disappoint you."

After saying that, his aura suddenly became mysterious, and two identical handsome young men walked out, their silver-white hair fluttering in the wind, and their black robes rustling.

Standing on both sides of Ye Junlin respectively.

One Qi becomes three pure ones!

Seeing this scene, Ming Feng almost popped his eyes out, looking at the other two figures in disbelief, "What level of magic is this?"

They can sense that this is a deliberately refined clone or puppet, a product evolved purely with great magical powers.

The three cultivation auras are exactly the same, which is equivalent to having two more of themselves helping in the battle!

This is not over yet. Then, in front of Ming Feng and the others' horrified eyes, the other two Ye Junlins summoned the immortal king-level immortal weapons respectively!

One of them held a long flute and put it to his mouth, looking chic and elegant.

One of them held the burial coffin in his hand, his eyes were like a square, and his posture was domineering.

Ye Junlin, standing between the crowd, raised his sword above his head and sneered, "The massacre begins!"

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