Immortal Space

Three months later, the Great Chu Immortal Kingdom's 8 million troops had assembled 6 million troops, and the remaining 2 million troops were responsible for guarding the Fengwu Continent to maintain domestic stability.

Six million troops were all gathered around Flying Fish Island, and the murderous atmosphere caused all the fish and shrimps in the surrounding seas to flee far away.

Yang Tiezhu and Gu Wei still command the Chijiawei, as the vanguard of the whole army, they are at the forefront of the army.

After these years of development, Chijiawei has also undergone tremendous changes, and now the total number of Chijiawei has reached 1,000.

Among the thousand people, those with the lowest cultivation must have reached the Nascent Soul Stage, and they must also be those with the strongest combat effectiveness among the same rank.

In addition to Yang Tiezhu and Gu Wei who have reached the stage of transforming gods in the Chijiawei, there are also 20 strong fighters in the stage of transforming gods. The overall combat effectiveness is completely different from before.

Next to the Chijiawei, there is another team that acts as a forward with the Chijiawei.

This team is a bit special. From a distance, it looks like a shadowy figure, full of knives and guns, and one is full of energy and full of chilling spirit.

But if you look closely, you will find that these soldiers are different from normal people, with dull facial expressions.

What's even more striking is that at first glance, the contours of these people's bodies are all exactly the same.

At this time, Yang Tiezhu looked at another team not far away, muttering all the time, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Gu Wei couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Why do you always want to compete with some puppets, puppets are just dead things."

In fact, he probably understood Yang Tiezhu's thoughts. In the past, the Chijiawei had been acting as the striker independently, but now suddenly there was a puppet army, and he hadn't turned the corner psychologically in a short time.

"The Red Armored Guards have always been the sharpest knives in the Great Chu Immortal Kingdom, before and will always be.

If the Chijiawei is not as good as some dead things, then what are we, trash? "

Gu Wei was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing how to refute her nonsense.

At this moment, in Gu Wei's consciousness, a large team of monks was coming here.

The size of this team is at least three to four million people, wearing several kinds of clothing with different logos, obviously they all come from different forces.

The most conspicuous ones in the team were the two city-like flying objects in the center, and the banners hanging above were embroidered with the words Xuanyuan Immortal Palace with gold thread.

"Floating Fortress!"

For this kind of castle in the air, which has been known for a long time but has never seen the real thing, any experienced monk in the world of immortality can recognize it at a glance.

Because this item is only owned by the Xuanyuan Immortal Palace of the human race in the entire Xiaoyuan Realm, there is absolutely no mistake.

Seeing the arrival of the human reinforcements summoned by Xuanyuan Immortal Palace, a team of cultivators immediately went to meet them.

After the reinforcements of the human race arrived, together with the army of the Great Chu Immortal Kingdom, they formed the left, middle and right armies. military.

So far, the power of the entire human race has almost been poured out, hoping to complete their efforts in one battle and solve a big enemy in this battle.

The human race has assembled tens of millions of troops here, and as long as the Huang race is not blind, they will naturally know that since the human race army started to gather, the Huang race is also dispatching troops to gather in the direction of Feiyu Island.

Therefore, the number of the Desolate Race on the opposite side of Flying Fish Island is also increasing.

Naturally, the big move between the Human Race and the Desolate Race cannot be hidden from the other races in the Little Yuan Realm. Everyone has their eyes on this place and has their own plans.

On the mainland of Hezhou, several Void-refining powerhouses from the Monster Clan gathered together.

The Yaozu was the first to enter the Xiaoyuan Realm through the void passage, and it originally had some opportunities.

However, they seem to have been unlucky. At the earliest time, the void channel was destroyed by the human race, which affected the traffic efficiency.

Later, one of their Void Refining experts didn't know why his head was cramped, and he disappeared alone with the mysterious red-clothed woman.

Although this matter is somewhat different from the facts, everyone now thinks so, and they themselves understand it this way.

Not only did this matter not gain any benefits, but it brought endless troubles to the Yaozu.

And the cultivator who went to explore the secret realm last time also died at the hands of human Wang Hong.

In this way, the Yaozu lost two Void-refining powerhouses, and the Void-refining powerhouses are not Chinese cabbage, even in their original world, they are also the top small part of demons.

That's not the end, just a few decades ago, the Demon Race and the Ming Race went crazy and forced their way into their territory. The two sides fought a few times, but they didn't suffer too much.

But these two clans didn't talk about cultivating virtues, and secretly slaughtered hundreds of demon-turning powerhouses from the monster clan, which caused the strength of the monster clan to drop a lot.

Every time the high-ranking members of the Yaozu recalled their experience of entering the Xiaoyuan Realm, they would have tears of bitterness. They wondered why the Yaozu was so unlucky.

Therefore, the Yaozu does not want to participate in this battle between the Human Race and the Desolate Race. The Yaozu just needs to wait for the opportunity and reap the benefits.

No matter which side of the Human Race and the Desolate Race wins in the end, it will definitely lose a lot of strength.

At that time, the Yaozu can send troops from Hezhou Island, all the way to the west, wipe out the desolate people in the Jue Linghai, and then go west to occupy the entire territory of the human race.

Every time the high-level Yaozu thinks of this, they can't help laughing out loud. The Yaozu has been unlucky for so long, and finally they have a chance to turn around.

However, in the battle between the Human Race and the Desolate Race, it was not just the Yaozu family who had the idea of ​​picking up the loopholes.

The Demon Race and the Ming Race have been allied for a long time in history, and the relationship between the two parties has always been good. In addition, the two sides suffered a disaster together decades ago, and then chased them to the Monster Race's territory together. In this way, the relationship between the two parties has deepened .

Generally, those who can share weal and woe will have good relationships before they develop.

This time, the Void Alchemists from both sides actually got together again.

"Brother You Ming, do you have any ideas for this battle between the Human Race and the Desolate Race?" A strong Demon Race asked.

"I don't know what's the best opinion of fellow Daoist Demon Soul?" The strong man of the Ming clan didn't answer directly.

"Fellow Daoist You Ming, do you still remember the mysterious master who ravaged our two clans decades ago?"

"Of course I won't forget this. Back then, you and I hunted down the Yaozu together. How could we forget?"

The strong man of the Ming clan still feels aggrieved in his heart when he recalls this incident.

"Does Fellow Daoist You Ming really think that the demon clan did it?" the demon clan asked with a sneer.

"Hey! So what if this matter is true, so what if it is not, if you say he is, then you are not."

In fact, the two clans of Mo and Ming quickly came to their senses at that time. This was obviously a disaster for others, and they could naturally guess one or two.

But since he had already made a mistake at that time, and had already killed the Yaozu once, he naturally couldn't admit his mistake again, and he mobilized a large number of people to come out, at least he had to have a scapegoat.

Afterwards, they can also guess a general idea, among which the human race is the most suspected.

"This time the human race came out in full force, and the rear was extremely empty. Should we take the opportunity to send troops and dig out their lair?"

Now that the two sides have reached a consensus, they naturally want to find an opportunity to avenge the human race, and the present opportunity is just right.

"I also have the same intention. I don't know when to send troops?" The strong man of the Ming clan did not hide his true intention at this time.

"We can't rush this matter for the time being, the human race is now fighting the barren race, although the rear is empty, but the strength has not been greatly affected.

Although you and I are sure to defeat the human race together, it will also cause huge losses, which is not cost-effective. Instead, it is easy to be taken advantage of by other races and make wedding dresses for others.

Therefore, we can't participate prematurely, and don't even reveal our intentions in this regard, so that the people can feel at ease to fight with the Desolate people.

When the strength of the human race is exhausted and the war with the barren race is stalemate, our two races will take the opportunity to send troops, and the two families will divide the land of the human race equally.

Of course, if there is an opportunity, it is not impossible to recover Jue Linghai together.

What does Brother You Ming think? "

The strong Nadir immediately clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Fellow Daoist Demon Soul is more thoughtful, so let's make a deal and go back to prepare now."

Naturally, Wang Hong didn't know the plans of the various ethnic groups behind the scenes.

In the deepest part of the floating fortress of Xuanyuan Immortal Palace, in a small hall, Wang Hong and Lingyuan were sitting opposite each other.

Bai Lingzi took a sip of the spiritual tea brought by Wang Hong, stroked his beard and said:

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I've already summoned reinforcements for you. As for how to fight, it's up to you to decide. If you need the two of us to contribute, please feel free to call, you're welcome."

"Thank you for your support, the two elders. Now that the Desolate Race is gathering, the Human Race has taken the upper hand. I plan to launch an attack on the Desolate Race tomorrow."

Wang Hong is very grateful for the support of the two elders of Lingyuan. In the war, it is most taboo to have two voices in an army, so it is difficult to achieve unity and coordination.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, you don't need to be polite, you and I are all for the future of the human race."

Wang Hong discussed some details with the elders of Lingyuan, and then left.

Although the elder Lingyuan said to let Wang Hong decide, he couldn't act arbitrarily, at least he had to respect each other.

The next day, before dawn, there was a sudden loud drumming on Flying Fish Island.

The Human Race's Left Army and Center Army set up their formations, pressing all the way in the direction of the Desolate Race.

Now that the armies of the two races are here, neither side has the chance to use any tricks, so they can only fight with all their strength.

Therefore, the human race did not carry out any tentative attacks, and they went all out when they made a move, taking advantage of the current opportunity to maximize their advantages.

Only the right army led by Zhang Chunfeng was left as a reserve army.

Before the Huangzu could organize their formation, the human army had already entered the Huangzu.

At this time, the Huangzu didn't have time to set up their formation, so they could only rush to fight.

I saw a team of more than a thousand people at the front, everyone dressed in red armor and holding black long knives, led by a baby-faced woman, rushed into the army of the Desolate tribe.

In front of this team of thousands of people, the army of the Desolate race was as delicate as freshly made tofu, it would shatter when touched, and no one could stop it even for an instant.