Chapter 1545: Hanging in the air, staring at the north

During this period, the number of practitioners holding red flags seemed to have reached one thousand and zero

At this time, Ye Chen in the sky was among thousands of people, hanging in the air, staring at the north, stunned, and couldn't help muttering:

"What's wrong? Did it fall? What's wrong?!

I don't know when there was a light under the northern sky.

However, this time, it was everywhere, and when I looked at it, I couldn't see the limit at all, there were thousands of people.

Seeing this scene, even the hyenas couldn't help but be filled with fear and fear, and thousands of swords rang and whispered:

"A thousand brothers, only pioneers, the real army has just appeared. "

"What's wrong? So many people, the monks of Shenzhen Mountain came out of their nests, is this to raise the pulse? "

The endless army of monks swept the sword across the sky. Although the speed of the sword was very fast, its shape was very neat, and it approached in the blink of an eye.

Looking closely, Ye Chen in the sky would lie even more.

There were only tens of thousands of monks neatly and closely lined up in the battle, and the dazzling light was shining.

In the center of the battle, there were more than a dozen ships and chariots on display, and a large group of monks surrounded them.

Such a battle formation of 10,000 people, like a war barrier, spread all over the world, advancing forward, showing a strong momentum of unity.

This momentum is not something that can be issued by one monk, but many monks gathered together, Become such a cool atmosphere of destruction.

In the face of such a fierce and fierce fight, even the strong men of the Yuan Dynasty should be very different.

This is the first time that Ye Chen has seen such a battle in his life. Even after a short loss, Rao is determined to recover in an instant.

The sky Ye Chen's eyes flashed, his heart trembled, and he muttered to himself, and when he looked at the dark battle array in front of him, "With so many people coming, such a huge battle array is not just for the next task," he said.

What mountain is Shenzhou Mountain? Is it necessary to attack the entire Mount Everest? "

Soon, the monk answered Ye Chen's question with practical actions.

The huge battle array passed through the top of the mountain before slowly stopping. Thousands of monks in front of the battle array split into two, extending from one side to the other, showing more than ten warships in the Tianchao army.

A total of ten ships and eight chariots slowly floated up to the front line from the passage on the battlefield and floated on the top of the mountain.

Some chariots are of different shapes, some have sword holes, some are engraved with precious jade, and there are flying birds on the wood, which are gorgeous and exquisite.

Some warships were in complete darkness, surrounded by magic fog, and when the magic fog overflowed, they were hidden from time to time, and some were surrounded by the seven treasure structures and lucky clouds.

But no matter what happened, these ships had a strong atmosphere.

In this breath, Ye Chen just touched, his face was changing, and his heart was full of tears.

18 chariots and warships were released, and there was a person standing on each warship, and the people on the warship came out of the cabin and stood above the bow.

Even the sturdy middle-aged man appeared on a piece of bronze, with a glimmer of brilliance on his body.

The momentum of the 18 yuan baby brothers, at this time, came out without reservation, and the powerful breath swept across the ten sides, making every cusp in the air full of excitement.

At this time, a middle-aged man with purple hair slowly stood up from the top of his head, his deep eyes swept around, his dignified opening, and his voice was full of the meaning of Xiao and death.

"This is a war without choice. The spirit of the Himalayas is exhausted. If we can't find a new spiritual vein, how can my brother God practice?"

For the monks, Tuluna is the most terrible place without souls. The spirit of the Himalayas is full, not under the guidance of my God, and is closest to our bloodline. In order to practice, we have no choice but to march! Towards

Only by gaining a foothold in the Himalayas can our patriarchal system continue to be passed down, and we can continue to practice! Towards

This is a war without right or wrong! This is the only way to fight! Fight for survival! Towards

From now on, until the end of the war, the monks will no longer have any religious beliefs, collectively known as the Alliance of Gods, and each tribe will fight to the best of its ability.

During the war, all gains do not need to be handed over to individuals.