Fantasy Reading Conferred God

Chapter 1545 Hanging in the air, staring at the north
  During this period, the number of practitioners holding red flags appears to have reached 1,000
  At this time, Ye Chen in the sky was hanging in the air among thousands of people, staring at the north, stunned, and couldn't help but murmur to himself:

"What happened? Did you fall? What happened?!

I don't know when there will be a light in 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 terror, and thousands of swords screamed and whispered:

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

"What's wrong? There are so many people, and the monks from Shenzhen Mountain have come out of their nests. Is this to raise their pulse?"

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

Looking closely, Ye Chen in the sky can tell lies even more.

Only tens of thousands of monks lined up neatly and closely in the battle, shining dazzlingly.

At the center of the battle, a dozen ships and chariots were on display, with a large group of monks surrounding them.

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

This kind of momentum is not something that one monk can emit, but many monks gathered together to create such a cool and destructive atmosphere.

Faced with this fierce and fierce battle, even the strong men of the Yuan Dynasty should be very different.

This was the first time in Ye Chen's life that he had seen such a battle, and even after a brief loss, Rao was determined to recover in an instant.

Ye Chen's eyes flashed in the sky, his heart trembled, and he murmured to himself, when he looked at the dark battle formation in front of him, "With the arrival of so many people, such a huge battle formation is not just for the next battle." A mission,” he said.

What kind of 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 hilltop before slowly coming to a halt. The thousands of monks in front of the battle array split into two, stretching from one side to the other, showing more than a dozen warships in the Celestial 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 have different shapes, some have sword holes, some have precious jade carved on them, and are pulled by birds on the wood. They are gorgeous and exquisite.

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

But no matter what happens, these ships have a strong vibe.

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

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

Even the hulking middle-aged man appears on a piece of bronze with a hint of brilliance.

The momentum of the 18-yuan baby brothers came out without reservation at this time. The powerful aura swept across all directions, making every corner of the air full of excitement.

At this time, a middle-aged man with purple hair slowly stood up from his head. His deep eyes glanced around, his solemn openness, 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 god brother practice it?"

To the monks, Turuna was the most terrible soulless place. The spirit of the Himalayas is full, not under the guidance of my God, who is also closest to our blood, for practice, we have no choice but to march! Towards

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

This is a war with no right or wrong! This is the only way to fight! Fight for survival! Towards
  From now on, and until the end of the war, the monks, who no longer had any religious affiliation, were collectively known as the Alliance of the Gods, and each tribe fought as best they could.

During the war, all harvests did not need to be turned over to individuals.

(End of this chapter)