Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"General Huang is mighty!" After the people of the Yaoguang Division were stunned, bursts of cheers broke out.

The Seven Tribulations Loose Immortal is a very rare existence among generals.

Their old general turned out to be a Seven Tribulations Loose Immortal.

"What's the matter?"

Yu Yue was stunned and couldn't believe it. He had followed Huang Ling for many years. He knew that Huang Ling was definitely a loose immortal of the Three Tribulations before. When he passed through the Three Tribulations before, he was still protecting the law.

Yu Yue thought of a possibility.

Devour the robbery baby!

Only with this explanation could Huang Ling break through so quickly.

"Seven tribulation loose immortals need at least a five tribulation or even a six tribulation immortal infant. Where did the big brother come from?"

Yu Yue thought to himself.

Suddenly, his expression changed in shock.

The Immortal Infant of Six Tribulations! Didn’t Mo Yang die for six calamities?

Thinking about it carefully, Yu Yue was horrified. Could it be that there was an inside story behind Mo Yang's death?

Yu Yue remembered that Mo Yang had been targeting Xiang Chen, and when Mo Yang died, only Xiang Chen was there.

He seemed to have discovered something, and looked fearfully at Xiang Chen, who was lying there pretending to be unconscious, and felt a chill in his heart.

"Mo Yang's death was not an accident! I'm afraid it was General Xiang who killed him, and Jie Ying was given to Huang Ling."

Thinking of this possibility, Yu Yue felt a little scared.

But he wouldn't say anything, and he didn't dare to say anything.

This guy looks honest and honest, but his thoughts are so delicate.

Nothing is perfect, as long as there are knowledgeable people who carefully consider it.

However, no one cared much about the cause of Mo Yang's death, which also showed his poor character.

If Xiang Chen is killed by Yin, his brothers will definitely get to the bottom of it, avenge him at all costs, and then inherit the title of protagonist.

Huang Ling crushed the three of them, and all three of them looked at him in fear, not daring to speak.

With the cultivation of the Seven Tribulations Loose Immortal and the immortal weapon, Huang Ling has the ability to easily kill three people.

Seeing that the three of them had shut up, Huang Ling said domineeringly: "Since the three generals have no objections, then our General Xiang will take over the position of general."

"General Xiang, General Xiang!" The people from the Yaoguang Division shouted Xiang Chen's name excitedly.

Xiang Chen became the general, and from then on they were also the direct line troops of this legion, superior to others.

"General Xiang does have excellent prediction and military command capabilities. If he hadn't taken the lead in this battle, let alone victory, our entire army might have been annihilated."

"Yes, although General Xiang is slightly inferior in cultivation, I think his ability is indeed the strongest among all generals. Now that he is assisted by a strong man like General Huang Ling, he must be even better than General Mo Yang."

"General Huang, a Seven Tribulations Loose Immortal, is willing to assist and submit to General Xiang. This shows his ability. Why should we be uneasy?"

The soldiers of other divisions also started talking, and there were many voices of support. Everyone's eyes were sharp. Everyone could see Xiang Chen's decisive role in this battle.

To make iron, you need to be strong. He doesn't have this ability, and Huang Ling alone can't raise the morale of the army.

Huang Ling, on the other hand, just removed the stumbling blocks on his way and created a wave of momentum.

"It's so noisy..." At this moment, someone who was "in a coma" woke up leisurely.

"General, you are finally awake. Please take over the position of general and command our Eighth Army."

At this time, Huang Ling came over, knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists, begging,

"Please ask General Xiang to take charge of the position of general and command the Eighth Army."

The people from the Yaoguang Division immediately followed suit and knelt down to ask for orders.

Kou Fangting, Yang Dingfang, and Sun Ziqiang had ugly expressions on their faces, but they did not dare to say anything and remained silent.

"What's going on? Why was I put in charge of the Eighth Army? What happened? Aren't there three lieutenant generals?"

Xiang Chen looked confused and said he didn't know anything.

Pretend, pretend again!

Kou Fangting and the other three cursed Xiang Chen's eighteen generations of ancestors in their hearts. If you hadn't secretly instigated him, would Huang Ling have jumped out to fight for this position?

The three of them knew it in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say it openly.

Huang Ling said: "The general saved our Eighth Army in this battle. The three lieutenant generals are also grateful. They admire the general's ability and are willing to let the general take charge of the general's position."

"Yes, you three, you are also convinced by our general." Huang Ling sneered and looked over threateningly.

"Yes, yes, this battle is thanks to General Xiang. With your ability, we can take charge of the Eighth Army. We can rest assured."

"I also support General Xiang."

The three of them smiled and congratulated each other on the outside, but they were full of mmp on the inside.

"Oh I got it."

Xiang Chen suddenly realized, looking at the three lieutenant generals whose arms had been chopped off and had not yet grown, he said: "The three generals are so humble. Since you think so highly of me, I, Xiang Chen, can't live up to everyone's trust. "

Xiang Chen stood up tremblingly and looked at the soldiers around him. He suddenly became full of energy and his body was upright, not looking like a seriously injured person at all.

He said loudly: "Everyone, Mo Laogou... ahem... General Mo just died. We have no time to grieve. As the saying goes, a group of dragons cannot be without a leader for a day. Thanks to everyone's respect, I, Xiang Chen, will follow. Military spirit, the position of acting general.

From now on, I will regard the officers and soldiers as brothers, love soldiers as sons, lead everyone to create the glory that belongs to our Eighth Army, lead everyone to build our hegemonic prestige and future, and achieve a great cause together! "

Xiang Chen raised his arms and shouted, Qilin's sage aura was released, and he was born with an inspiring aura that unites people's hearts.

"Okay, okay, okay!!"

"General Xiang!"

"Meet General Xiang!"

The soldiers of the three armies cheered loudly and raised their arms in response.

Crash lala...!

More than 200,000 people knelt down in unison, and the sound of armor scraping echoed throughout the world.

"See the General!"

Two hundred thousand people knelt down on one knee and clasped their fists to salute.

Xiang Chen, on the other hand, stood on a high platform with his hands together, overlooking the 200,000 troops, and bowed in salute.

The ceremony of worshiping the general was completed, and Xiang Chen asked everyone to exempt themselves from the ceremony.

Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis, because one general will make thousands of bones wither!

Mo Yang's death also paved the way for Xiang Chen to move forward.

Sun Ziqiang, Yang Dingfang, and Kou Fangting sighed in their hearts. They had been in the army for so many years, but their position as general was actually taken away by a boy who had joined the Eighth Army less than a month ago and had reached the realm of eternity. The three of them felt aggrieved.

"Brother, when did you get promoted? It was too fast." Yu Yue whispered beside Huang Ling and asked.

"Brother, don't ask anything. Don't say anything if you guessed it. Follow General Xiang well. If you can succeed in the future, the benefits will be yours."

Huang Ling responded in a low voice, with a hint of warning.

Yu Yue nodded slightly, basically confirming his suspicion.

"General, now that the boulder city has been destroyed, what should we do next?"

Yang Dingfang suddenly asked deliberately, wanting to see what else Xiang Chen could accomplish.

Xiang Chen glanced at the old man who was recovering from his broken arm. He still had to continue hammering. Xiang Chen said seriously: "Come here, get on the map."