War, for the mortal world of the Xuan Realm, has always been the business of the immortals.

However, under the command of Daojun, the war was intricately linked to them for the first time.

After the priest's theosocratic system was born, an army of mortals was born out of questioning and mocking laughter.

As for the effect, it has been well tested in the process of developing the Yunmeng Mountain Range this time.

The Jade Lion surrendered, and the fall of the Jade Lion Collar was logical.

Without the old lion's domination and protection, most of the wild beasts below the primordial infant fled, but a large number of strange beasts would not abandon their homes like this.

There is no suspense in the ending, but the process is very complicated, and a monk has an idea and says: Isn't there such an army, just right, the big danger no longer exists, let them also contribute.

So, there is the current scene.

More than 10,000 armies were neatly arranged, and the silver armor reflected the sunlight, like a connected mirror, and the armor pieces collided, and the sonorous sound filled the heavens and the earth.

The iron-clad horse stirred uneasily, but barely regained its composure under the comfort of the rider.

Flags were unfurled, golden drums were beaten one after another, and countless soldiers who had been trained for a long time were neatly lined up under the command of flags and drums.

What needs to be conquered is a spiritual mountain occupied by barbarians.

The so-called barbarians refer to the uncivilized "savages".

Savages are also a kind of wild beasts, and they are not the same thing as humans at all.

Savages are not fully evolved, just like humans compared to gorillas, although they have low intelligence and have embarked on a different, completely different evolutionary path, but they live in groups, and have a relatively high social organization and structure compared to other alien animals.

Attacking a horde of savages is naturally nothing to the immortals, but for these mortals who were farmers not long ago, it can be described as the first time in the world.

On the ridge of the mountain, a black line of black oppression appeared, and the savages took their primitive weapons, like wild beasts, and roared at the military formation here.

Roar!

Woo!

The roar was uneven, but when they were gathered together, it was like a stormy wave, and the ferocity, unyielding, bloodthirsty, and violent meaning in the sound made the opposing military formation stagnate, and all the mortal soldiers suddenly turned pale, and they were so cowardly that they wanted to drop their blades and cover their ears to escape.

Look at these barbarians again.

Each one was burly, and the tallest man stood like a wall, and the muscles on his body were like a tangle of iron, even the thinnest barbarians were not comparable to the soldiers on this side of the military formation.

Not only brute force, but also combat skills honed in a treacherous environment, as well as a thousand strange natural abilities.

This battle is not easy to fight, although the number of both sides is 4:1!

An army of more than 10,000 mortals against a tribe of 3,000 barbarians.

Around the confrontation between the two armies, there were still many monks watching from afar, the Jade Lion Ridge had already been taken, and some piecemeal tail sweeping work no longer needed to be like all the people in battle.

The movement of the spectators is great.

These were low-ranking monks, not very old, pointing at this army of mortals gathered by the Holy See.

Talking, laughing, talking, all without looking at it.

The confrontation between these two armies is even more child's play in their eyes.

"Pigs and sheep are pigs and sheep, no matter how many pigs and sheep there are, they can't bite with wild beasts, wait and see, if you don't have three breaths in battle, these pigs and sheep will collapse!"

"Hehe, senior brother is too arbitrary, isn't this a shepherd? Don't forget, people have magic skills!"

"Divine art!?Hmph, what about divine art, divine art can't turn pigs and sheep into beasts out of thin air. ”

"Maybe this army is just a trick, and it's still the main force of the shepherds to go into battle - yes, are they just doing it for us!?"

"Shhhh

"So what, does he dare to shorten our feats? You know, it's enough for the big guy to run to this ghost place where birds don't...... Ah, what bastard sneak attack...... Teacher, uncle, why are you!"

"Idiot, don't get back to me!"

"Yes, yes, disciple, get out, get out!"

There was a burst of laughter left and right, and the middle-aged monk who came in was blowing his beard and glaring.

Everyone was relaxed.

In any case, there is always a place to settle down, although it is still small.

In addition to relaxing, you can also watch this farce of the Holy See, which makes people so serious.

On the hill a little farther away, the elites of each family also looked at this side from afar.

The Holy See's training of mortal armies made them feel absurd and vigilant.

Priests have risen up, and now they are training these mortals!

Although no one fully understood the deep meaning, they vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

As for what is wrong, no one has accurately pointed out it.

Everyone was silent and watching, looking at more than 10,000 people, although they had the advantage of fighting and discipline, they could not hide the apprehension and immaturity of the war.

Besides, even if the mortal fetus of the flesh is 100,000 or million, a low-level monk is like chopping vegetables and melons.

Not to mention that the fight is against a fierce and fierce barbarian who is not afraid of death.

Seeing that they were about to start the battle, the monks who were watching from afar could not help but be a little commotioned, and one of them said:

"Is the Holy See just messing around, and the lives of mortals are not lives?

As soon as these words came out, the silence was broken, and then the gossip and complaints followed:

"This is right, we still go to say a thing or two, but there are some barbarian remnants, and it doesn't take much effort to clean up. ”

"Elder Liu is out of sight, this is not an ordinary barbarian!"

"Oh, what do you say?"

"This is a barbarian and famous barbarian, the name is: Shishou, the weak have a first-order lower grade, and the strong should have the power of a second-order lower grade, not to mention the flesh mortal fetus, even if we are junior disciples, one is not good, we have to hate it!"

"Hey, it's time to be brutal!"

"Yes, the ripe barbarians have been domesticated for several generations, these barbarians are different, they are born and raised, and they survive in the depths of the wilderness, can they really not be fierce?"

"That's a big mistake, so what are you waiting for, don't you ...... soon"

"Forget it, Elder Liu, the Holy See is preparing to establish its authority! Let's be a little restless and see what those shepherds have to do to make mortal iron immortal soldiers!"

In the midst of the discussions, the mortal army was the first to move.

Of course, it was impossible for more than 10,000 people to rush forward to fight, and the four military formations in the front, left, right, and center were even more neat than imagined.

Hope is the instinct of every monk.

Slowly, the laughter became much weaker, and many people's brows furrowed, staring at this first mortal army that had opened the world through the ages.

Stricter than the monks.

More disciplined than monks.

More than 10,000 people are like one person, and each person is like a drop of water, and the fear, apprehension, and cowardice in a drop of water are quickly assimilated by this whole.

The pale face turned into an excited flush, like a drunken drunkenness.

The sound of roaring footsteps, the more you go to the back, the more neat it is, and the momentum that sets off instantly suppresses the roar on the opposite side.

Iron armor, gold face, and the slow trotting of the war horse made the earth tremble slightly!

The monk's brow furrowed even tighter, for the strange, never-before-seen thing, for the inexplicable discomfort in his heart.

A female cultivator who looked very majestic, mixed in the middle of a kind of junior monk, looked at the rolling steel and silver threads in surprise, and said to the middle-aged male cultivator next to her, "Zimu, what do you see?"

Zimu's eyes were deep, staring at the huge banner in the center of the array, and said, "Gather qi!"

"Gather qi!?" the nun raised her voice in surprise.

The aura in the male cultivator's eyes flickered, and a seemingly nonexistent natal phantom appeared behind him, and the big banner in the center of his finger said, "Sect Master, over there!"

The nun looked in the direction she was pointing.

After a while, he nodded and said, "I see!"

"One man is cowardly, but a hundred are like a rock. One person's mind is changeable, but a hundred people are integrated into one! And with this secret method to guide and boost, although more than 10,000 people have achieved a whole. ”

The nun sighed: "The means of the Holy See have always been on the word people's hearts, and the so-called faith is nothing more than that!"

"Yes!" the male cultivator continued, "But this alone is far from enough, the rest depends on how the Holy See makes Fan Tie a strong soldier!"

"It's difficult, although the magic is mysterious, we have long known it. It is not available to those who are not religious, and these more than 10,000 people cannot all meet such standards!"

"The sect master thinks it's bad!"

"Oh, what do you say?"

"Magic doesn't have to be available to everyone!"

The nun was shocked when she heard this, and then looked at the countless flags in the military formation, and suddenly her color flashed, and she exclaimed: "I see!"

In the middle of the conversation, all the noise disappeared, except for the roar of the barbarians and the sound of the orders of the army and the sound of golden drums.

The atmosphere was so solemn that it was suffocating, and some of the junior monks wanted to laugh, but when the words came to their lips, they found that they couldn't go on.

Why!?

Because even the people around him were infected by this momentum, and they were shocked and surprised as if they were meeting these mortals for the first time.

The flesh is mortal, mediocre, once born, once dead, camping and living, and what he pursues all his life is some "inconspicuous" things.

Although the monk came from the mortal, he completed the leap from the moment he ascended to the immortal, and in the future practice, he gradually cut off from the ordinary.

Monks and mortals are fundamentally two species.

No monk cared about mortals, and the only exceptions were his own descendants.

Even if it is a blood relative, after a few generations, the distance is far away, and the kinship and bond become blurred with the erosion of time.

Especially for those high-level cultivators, a hundred years or a thousand years are only in the flick of a finger, and for them, their relatives and descendants are more in the interests of themselves and their sects.

To the monks, mortals are just a number, just "pigs and sheep" to raise, and they are inseparable from it, but they have never looked at it squarely.

Now, I suddenly discovered a possibility, pigs and sheep can not be pigs and sheep, they can give birth to sharp claws, they can strengthen their bodies, and they can obtain extraordinary powers that only monks can find from other ways!

That's how pastors are.

But pastors have thresholds after all, and there are also limits to the number of them.

But now it's different, it's different!

This is the reason why there is a general discomfort and awkwardness in the hearts of monks at this moment.

It's just that few people are aware of this now.

The barbarians on the mountain beams also moved.

Chaotic, roaring, roaring, waving thick stone tools and wooden sticks, they rushed down from the mountain beams with amazing momentum.

Whining!!

A terrible trumpet sounded, and countless white figures took off from the mortal army, and then spread their arms and chanted loudly in praise of the Lord, and milky white holy light poured down from them!

Hiss!

The nun couldn't help but gasp, and all the other monks couldn't hide their shock.

Can magic still be used like this?

The holy light is like water, filled with more than 10,000 troops.

Countless ordinary bodies are bathed in it, and the changes visible to the naked eye are blessed one by one.

Agility, Strength, Perception, Courage, Immunity from Damage, Mind Defense - each effect has a color representation, and each effect lasts for a long time.

As a result, the entire army stepped on the colorful energy halo, like a heavenly soldier in the Shinto!

"All glory to the Daojun!"

"All glory to the Daojun!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Ordinary is therefore not ordinary, and humble is therefore not humble.

The hoplites of the front army leveled their spears and suddenly erected a dense and sharp forest, and everyone was excited, and their courage was like an inexhaustible force.

The barbarians came, Hihi Songsong, procrastinating, the first of the strongest warriors had already hit the tip of the spear, and the last man was still in the part of the mountainside.

The tip of the spear collided with the stone stick, and the result spoke for itself.

The spear broke, and the mortal soldier flew up like a piece of rag, but the gap was instantly filled by the one behind, and another spear stabbed at him!

Roar!

The barbarian was like a tank in the shape of a human, and the earthy yellow aura flickered all over its body, and its dark skin suddenly turned into a rock, and it did not dodge, and it came towards the spear.

Burst!

Toda made the barbarian warrior pay the price.

Although the aura on the spear is dim, it has several special effects.

Armor-piercing, corrosion, tearing—each of them was not strong, but with the blessing of the military array, it easily pierced his rockified skin and penetrated deep into its body!

Roar!

The barbarian did not lose his combat effectiveness, but the injury aroused his ferocity, and with a stick he slapped the mortal soldier in front of him into meat powder, grabbed the broken spear, and pulled it out alive.

Blood!

Blood shoots out like arrows!

The barbarian warrior roared in the sky, but in the next second, the profits stabbed from all directions pierced him completely!

"Kill !!"

A samurai who looks like a captain slashes off the head of a barbarian warrior with a sword, and roars like a ghost!

"Kill!!"

A small phalanx, hundreds of people roared with all their might!

Another piece of holy light was sprinkled, and countless people and countless wounds were restored and restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dao Jun is supreme!"

As soon as the trumpet sounded, the knight leader drew his long sword, and his face under the iron mask was hideous, and a broken cry was like a collision of steel!

"Dao Jun is supreme!"

Thousands of knights drew their swords in unison and roared in response!

The leader's long sword slashed down, and then an explosion sounded: "Kill!"

"Kill!"

A thousand steel-clad war horses, a thousand knights with a long-tailed flame aura - moved, moved, the momentum of a landslide and a crack in the ground, unstoppable.

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves made most of the monks change color, and then look at the white figures that are constantly flying, and the magic is attached to them as if they don't want money, and when the more than 1,000 cavalry crashes into the barbarian crowd, they are all like golden-armored gods!

"This, this, this......" The nun stuttered a little.

Not only her, but most of the monks were in an uproar.

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