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What a magnificent scene millions of soldiers charging!

From the mountain peak to the mountainside, from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, there are black armored soldiers in Wuyang. Their eyes are full of dense soldiers. The black armor of the soldiers is dark and shining. At this moment, it seems to be woven into a black curtain shielding heaven and earth, and it also seems to condense into a black cloud. There is really a sense of depression that the black cloud is pressing against the city.

In front of the soldiers all over the mountains, there was nothing to stop them. The ancient trees in the sky were directly pushed to the ground by the soldiers and crushed to pieces. The stones on the roadside were turned into dust under the iron horse.

This is an army that no one can be. It's a Ming army that people are afraid of in the kingdom. It has never been defeated by the Ming army of huangquan, because if it fails, the whole army will be annihilated and the battlefield will be washed with blood.

The prestige of the army of the netherworld is the existence of the cry of the baby at night. Every time they leave the army, it is a symbol of death's scythe. No matter how powerful the enemy is, it is difficult to get benefits from the army of the netherworld.

However, now the goal of the netherworld army is not an army or a city. The goal of a million sergeants is Lin Hao alone.

This million soldiers who slaughtered countless people and were bloodthirsty for meat are only aiming at a young man in white who has not been crowned.

This is a battle without suspense.

Among the forces of the netherworld, there are not a small proportion of soldiers who surpass their martial arts masters. Tens of thousands of martial arts masters will be like precision cannons, blowing up Lin Hao who can only be suspended into powder.

In front of a large number of soldiers, Lin Hao is just a trivial Wuling.

Although Wuling is already a very powerful force, even can be called the first echelon of the Kingdom, there is no hope in front of millions of soldiers all over the mountains.

The powerful Wuling can't travel as freely as King Wu. But before this month, no matter how flexible Lin Hao is, he can't escape the attack of tens of thousands of soldiers. In front of tens of thousands of soldiers, one Wuling is really not enough.

Not only that, in order to deal with Lin Hao this time, General Huang Quan deliberately dispatched a large number of martial archers, and their attacks could still hit Lin Hao. Even if the martial arts attack was low, no one could resist their attacks under these hundreds of thousands of numbers, and even the aura mask of level 6 spirit had no support ability.

The difference may only lie in the speed of Lin Hao's fall.

With aggressive eyes, millions of soldiers charged towards Lin Hao.

The mountains and rivers are shaking. At the moment, death's sickle has been waving towards Lin Hao's head.

Before such a huge and terrifying army, Lin Hao was calm and comfortable.

In Lin Hao's eyes, the millions of soldiers and soldiers all over the mountains are just ants rushing to the yellow spring. Their every step is just a step towards the abyss.

Lin Hao is like an abyss. He is the life of a million sergeants. It is hard to shake the abyss.

Lin Hao slowly closed his eyes, and the noise around him became weak. Lin Hao seemed to return to his original state in Fenglin.

At that time, the whole world was covered with monsters. At that time, the wind under the wings was strong enough to make waves. At that time, hundreds of millions of monsters made a sensation in the whole world. At that time, even the throne monsters appeared