Saint Ancestor of All Demons

Tianyun Islands, this is a large island group, which is a large island group in the Bei Yao Sea.

Ziyun Island is an island within the Tianyun Islands. At this moment, the 200,000 horses assigned to Xiang Chen are waiting for him here.

These people, in twos and threes, gathered in small groups, chatting extremely noisily.

There are also many residents on this island, with a population of hundreds of millions and more than a dozen cities.

Ziyun City is the only third-tier city on this island, and the rest are fourth- and fifth-tier cities.

Xiang Chen arrived at the military camp, followed by Chen Bin and Wang Qingyun.

He looked at the scattered troops and frowned slightly.

These people are all new recruits. Although all of them have extraordinary cultivation and are above the level of Lord God, most of them have no military experience and come from different families. There are also many ordinary residents who come to join the army.

When Wang Qingyun saw Xiang Chen frowning, he hurriedly stepped forward and scolded: "Quiet, please, what's the point of making noise? The Lord of the Chinese Army is here, why don't you pay your respects quickly!"

His voice and coercion overwhelmed everyone, and everyone suddenly fell silent. They looked at Xiang Chen standing in the sky, and they all hurriedly clasped their fists and cupped their hands. Their voices were also mixed.

"Greetings, Lord Zhongjun!"

"Meet General Xiang!"

"Meet Mr. Xiang——"

For a time, there were all kinds of salutes and all kinds of names.

Xiang Chen said expressionlessly: "All officers above the rank of lieutenant colonel come out!"

As soon as the words fell, nearly a hundred officials of the rank of middle school lieutenant came out of the crowd. Most of these people were above the level of Heavenly Dao.

Xiang Chen said: "Starting from today, I will start a three-month training course for you, and teach you how to train an army with the most basic qualities!"

Everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to say anything. For them, three months passed in a blink of an eye, and they didn't take it seriously.

"Others will stay in the military camp, and you people will live together. In the next three months, I will live with you, disband!"

After Xiang Chen gave the order, everyone dispersed one after another. Many people were still confused when they left. What kind of trick did Xiang Chen want to do? Instead of training ordinary soldiers, he trained officers first.

"What are you looking at? You two are the same!" Xiang Chen glared at Wang Qingyun and Chen Bin.

The two smiled bitterly and then joined the officer corps.

Those officers above the rank of lieutenant colonel were arranged by Xiang Chen to live in a large collective dormitory.

The next day, when it was just dawn, about six o'clock in the morning, many people were still practicing and entering samadhi. Suddenly, there was a burst of piercing whistles outside.

Everyone in the dormitory was awakened. Many people had no reaction and opened their eyes with doubtful expressions.

There were also people who were interrupted from trance, showed angry expressions, and cursed angrily: "Who is he calling a funeral so early in the morning?"

However, there were also people who released their spiritual thoughts and went out, only to see Xiang Chen wearing a military uniform and armor. He was already standing outside, and he was whistling.

"It's Mr. Zhongjun!" When he found out it was Xiang Chen, he ran out immediately.

"What kind of tricks is Xiang Laoliu doing?" Some people cursed in their hearts, but they also followed him out awkwardly.

Soon, within thirty breaths, everyone was standing outside with impatience or confusion.

Xiang Chen looked at them with stern eyes, completely different from his usual attitude.

He said coldly: "From the time you heard the military whistle to the time you reacted, it actually took thirty breaths to assemble. Thirty breaths is enough for you to travel through space and cover a distance of several light years."

"And I am only a hundred meters away from you, but you actually spent thirty breaths, all of you, to seal the mana, bear the weight of the stars, and do a hundred thousand tiger sleepers. When will it be done, when will it end!"

"Lord Zhongjun, we are practicing and it will take some time to finish the week." Someone explained quickly.

Xiang Chen sneered: "If the enemy comes, will he give you time to end Zhou Tian?

From now on, whether you are practicing, entering samadhi, or having enlightenment, the first thing you do when you hear the whistle is to come to my place to gather, and the time cannot exceed an instant!

Even if they are going to be counterattacked, they must come here to gather! "

A moment here represents one thousandth of a second.

Everyone cursed secretly when they heard this, but they didn't dare to say it out. They all immediately followed the request and sealed their own magic power.

Xiang Chen waved his hand, and more than a hundred star weight-bearing clothes flew out and were put on everyone. Putting on these clothes, everyone immediately felt a strong load.

The star weight-bearing garment is really as heavy as a big star.

"Tiger push-ups, 100,000, completed in one hour, ready, start!"

Soon, a group of Taichu Holy Emperor warriors immediately lay down on the ground, put their hands on the ground, and began to do tiger-ups with breathtaking speed.

However, at the first 10,000 people, everyone was very fast, and then slowly started to slow down.

At the 30,000th hour, some people's speed was so slow that it was as fast as a mortal. Every time he pushed on, the muscles all over his body were twitching and sore.

At the 50,000th hour, someone couldn't bear the bombardment and fell to the ground, moaning in pain.

Xiang Chen whipped out a thunder whip and whipped the person up.

"Which group has someone lying down, the whole group will follow and practice a thousand more!"

"It's a nest!" The people in that group were so angry that they bitten to death. The person lying down gritted his teeth and started doing it again.

In an hour, everyone completed their goal, but each of the Taichu Holy Emperors was lying on the ground without any image at this moment. They were lying on the ground twitching, their arms could not be bent, and their chest muscles were about to explode.

After letting everyone rest for a few minutes, Xiang Chen began to practice the basic movements of formation, standing at attention, striding and turning at a moment's notice, as well as forward steps, formation, and walking in unison. The group of people practiced vigorously.

"Damn it, what's the use of practicing these things?" A middle lieutenant who was moving step by step communicated with his companion next to him.

"Yeah, it's useless. How will these things help in fighting? How will they help improve our personal combat effectiveness? Wenren Xiaotian has been purchasing a large amount of supplies to prepare to improve the cultivation of the soldiers below."

"Can't you figure out what he's thinking?"

"General Xiang must have his reasons for doing this."

"There's a ridiculous truth. I've never seen soldiers training like this. We are not soldiers yet, we are officers!"

"What do you know? This is how Lord Xiang trained his troops in the world of military chess. It can train discipline, obedience, and strengthen teamwork."

"But we are powerful people in the holy realm, not mortals."

Everyone secretly complained and began their military careers.