On the field, as the two armies faced each other, a battle was triggered.

Zhongtian's horn sounded, and on the platform, Xu Zhenjun held a sword.

With a hint of solemnity on his face, he said to the many generals in the audience: "Guard Zhongtian, treat death as home!"

His shout made the faces of the generals in the audience slightly moved, and they looked at Xu Zhenjun with solemn expressions.

For the sake of Zhongtian's future, before the generals go into battle with me, Xu Zhenjun shouted.

For a while, as if inspired, many generals and soldiers in the audience held the weapons in their hands and shouted in unison: 'Guard Zhongtian, treat death as home!'

They are strong men who gallop on the battlefield, and the moment they set out on the battlefield, they have already put their lives and deaths on the line.

Life and death are not the most important thing for them, it is their bounden duty to guard Zhongtian and guard the relatives who are silently supported behind them.

This is also the commitment of the Zhongtian Army to Zhongtian, this kind of commitment, so that even if they face all difficulties, they will choose to face them.

They have experienced so many battles, and they have grown up step by step from Zhongtian, some of them have been guarding the frontier, and it is difficult to reunite with their relatives for several years, and some have died on the battlefield, and their bones are not cold.

Therefore, this battle, instead of crushing the belief of the Zhongtian Army, stimulated the bloodiness in their bodies.

They are not on the verge of death or old men, but a young army.

It seems that the heavens have never treated Zhongtian fairly, and Zhongtian has been called a barbarian land until now, and now it has built a huge empire.

These do not rely on the blessings of God, but the step-by-step efforts of Zhongtian people, who are fighting on the front line, only for the future of Zhongtian.

The shouting and killing on the battlefield has been earth-shattering, and two momentum that is stronger than the Xuan Void Realm and even the immortals have formed, which is the terrifying murderous aura emitted by the Zhongtian Army and the Demon God Army when they face off.

The killing machine was awe-inspiring, even the Seven Great Generals, the Hades Emperor, Xu Zhenjun and others who were in it could deeply feel the strength of this aura.

Their expressions were even more moved, this is a defense war, a war that will be won or lost, and whoever can win will mean who will be in charge of this continent in the future.

Just like Ye Lin said, this is a battle of luck, as a Zhongtian person, you must fight for Zhongtian luck in this troubled world.

On the battlefield, with the first weapon made a sonorous and powerful sound.

Millions of troops, one after another.

This battle was the biggest war in history.

The army of millions of Zhongtian faced hundreds of thousands of demon gods.

Although their numbers were extremely asymmetrical, the Zhongtian Army did not dare to be careless at all, because the Demon God Army was undoubtedly not the strongest combat force.

Looking down from a high altitude in the distance, dense crowds of people are constantly intertwined.

At first, this war only affected the monks and demon god armies below the Daotai realm, but as the battle continued.

The Immortal Emperor, Xu Zhenjun and other monks also joined the battle, because this battle could no longer keep them out of it.

And in the army of the Demon God, Yang Yu, Blood Old Demon, and others have joined this battle.

They are like blazing fires, constantly releasing flames from their bodies, and these flames will incinerate ordinary monks as soon as they come into contact with them.

Before they could even escape, their souls were scattered.

On the battlefield, screams kept coming out, mourning was everywhere, and corpses and bones were piled up.

There are rivers of blood and hundreds of thousands of corpses.

Some of the Demon God Army's arms were cut off, and some of the Zhongtian Army's heads were splattered, and blood was splattered.

The fierceness of the battle was much beyond the ordinary, and some monks were directly trampled to death by the demon god army before they could react, and even more, before they could react, their chests had been pierced.

Two lines of tears flowed from their eyes, which was the regret of not having time to reunite with their relatives, and it was a guilt for their relatives.

Son, I can't walk too much with you, and my father can't take good care of you in the future, I hope you can live carefree.

A sergeant's heart was discouraged, and at the moment of death, all that was left was his son's thoughts, and his son's face flashed in his mind, an innocent smile.

Another monk fell to his knees, blood gushing from his mouth, his limbs severed, but his face showed a determined gaze.

Zhongtian, he will definitely win, the belief in his heart is extremely firm, and the next moment, his head was cut off by the monsters in the army of demon gods.

The monk also recalled his mother, who was like a lamp when he was a child, illuminating his steps.

When he fell asleep in ignorance, his mother had already risen early and had to work in order to make a living.

Night was a monk who worked hard during the day, but his mother had to work late into the night in order to make a living.

Mother, I'm sorry, the child can't serve you, a soldier laughed abruptly, and fell to the ground, his face covered with blood, blood stained his face, but his breath had long been broken, and all that was left was that firm faith.

Every time the Zhongtian Army attacked Yunwai Immortal Island, the resistance it encountered was huge.

The body of the demon god army was really too big, and with a slight sweep of these demon god army, dozens of monks fell to the ground.

Screams came out of their mouths, and in an instant, they would die.

But even so, they still go forward and do not know death.

In their hearts, there is only one belief, that is, as long as they do their best, the war will be won.

Every step of the Zhongtian Army was extremely difficult, but no matter what, they survived, it was like this before, and it is like this now.

All they can hold in their hands is faith, and at this time, they are like a bird that will never perch, in this wind, it will never stop.

When people's wills are highly unified, they are all manifested in the struggle before death, at this moment, even if the sergeants of the Zhongtian army fall, even if they can get up in fear, they can also slash towards the demon god army.

They have already killed their red eyes, and the murderous aura in their hearts has turned into an extremely firm belief.

At first, the Demon God army showed disdain on their faces, after all, the bloodlines of these human and demon clans were too poor, and they could easily crush this little monk to death.

In the beginning, as they expected, the Zhongtian Army was vulnerable, and often with a wave of their hand, they could always kill dozens of monks.

But as the battle continued, the demon gods began to wonder why this little creature had chosen a meaningless moth to fight the flames.

They are looking for death one after another, and this kind of death is, in their eyes, meaningless.

A group of weak creatures, in the army of demon gods, the seven generals said coldly.

But as the battle continued, they gradually felt that even their huge bodies were faintly unable to support these monks, their bodies were huge and their strength was strong enough, but they were unable to move.

And these human beings are like ants invading, they are everywhere, as long as there is qi, they will kill them with weapons.

On the body of the demon god, there are gradually more scars.

As this situation continued, the number of the demon god army gradually decreased, and even powerful demon god monsters died.

Eventually, the original one-sided situation no longer existed, and the battle gradually became balanced.

There was also a hint of shock on the faces of these demon gods, they would also fall, and they would also die in the lower race of the human race. This made them angry and roared, and at the same time, terrifying thoughts grew in their hearts.

At this time, the seven generals took action one after another, fighting with Xu Zhenjun of Zhongtian, Mo Bo Xun, Purple Pupil Fuzhu, Hades Emperor and others.

Battles of this level are much stronger.

As the Hades Emperor vomited blood, the Blood Old Demon among the Seven Great Generals also began to vomit blood.

Then the Immortal's body was beaten to tatters, and he coughed violently, almost falling out of the void.

Beside him, Mo Bo Xun, Xu Zhenjun, and Purple Pupil Fuzhu were all seriously injured.

They exchanged the serious injuries of the four for the heavy losses of the seven generals.

But they can only inflict heavy losses on the Seven Great Generals, but they do not have enough ability to kill the Seven Great Generals.

The seven generals of the Demon God, once they form a formation, are enough to be comparable to an existence close to an immortal.

The four of them also fought hard to disintegrate these seven people from within.

But at the same time, when they hit seven people hard, they themselves were traumatized.

These seven generals are already so difficult, what a terrifying existence the demon god should be, Xu Zhenjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

You still have the ability to fight, the Hades Emperor looked at the few people around him with a weak look on his face.

The true yuan in the body is empty, if we continue to fight, if we are not exhausted, the agitation of the avenue in the body alone is enough to annihilate us, the corpse king Demon Bo Xun coughed violently, and coughed up a large mouthful of black blood in his mouth.

The Purple Pupil Husband sighed and said, "If you don't have the strength to fight, then the Demon God will attack, and the millions of troops on the field, as well as you and me, will all die here." ”

His words seemed to be a wake-up call to everyone, but everyone didn't understand the truth, but they could only bite the bullet and didn't dare to back down.

Because once you retreat, it means that Zhongtian's breath is declining, and then Zhongtian will lose the initiative on the battlefield in this battle.

Just as everyone was thinking, the void was covered with dark clouds, and under the sky, this black aura continued to spread between heaven and earth.

The demonic qi rippled, and everyone's eyes invariably looked at the sky, at this moment, their faces lost the calm color of the past, and there was only one person who could make the Xuanxuan Realm monks throb and move, that is, under this firmament, the most powerful existence - the demon god!

The demon god made a move, and everyone's eyes showed horror.

They were physically and mentally exhausted, and they no longer had any combat strength to fight the Demon God, and although their courage was commendable, courage did not allow them to improve their strength in any way.

Xu Zhenjun gritted his teeth, took out a landscape painting scroll from his waist, and said to everyone: "Now, I can only use those hundreds of forces that are in which world to comprehend. ”

This is the last elite of our Zhongtian, the Hades Emperor couldn't help but speak.

I see, but ...... Xu Zhenjun bit his lip and said, "At the time of Zhongtian's life and death, if Zhongtian is finished, then where should they, the elites of the family, go." ”

The Immortal Emperor let out a long sigh and said nothing more.