The remnant sun on the horizon is as bright as blood, and the sky is rising in the dark night.

It's a blood-stained plain, and corpses can be seen everywhere.

In addition to the corpses of humans, there are also the corpses of countless monsters.

A large army, scarred and with broken battle flags, stood here in unison.

As soon as Xiu Wuchen opened his eyes, he saw a group of warriors in silver armor, shouting anxiously to him as a young marshal.

Emperor Soul: Your current identity is one of the seven generalissimos on the battlefield of the Terran Ten Thousand Worlds, and the son of Marshal Xiu. This is an identity that I prepared for you a long time ago, and the memory of his life is for you.

When the voice of the emperor's soul fell, Xiu Wuchen's mind suddenly had a lifetime of memories in his mind. This person is exactly the same as him, and the name is the same, it's simple.

The original young marshal, who had died in battle, should have been taken away by the emperor's soul, and then put him here.

"Young marshal, you're finally awake, are you okay!?"

Seeing that Xiu Wuchen woke up, the generals breathed a sigh of relief and asked worriedly.

Xiu Wuchen stood up and found that he had long hair with a shawl and was wearing golden armor, there was no doubt that this was made by the emperor's soul.

"No problem." Xiu Wuchen said lightly: "All the golden spirit beasts have been destroyed!?" ”

"Report to the young marshal, the 106,000 golden spirit beasts have all been wiped out. When our Xiujia army set out on the expedition, 200,000 troops were glorified, 78.6 million soldiers were glorified, and 7,812 soldiers were wounded. A middle-aged general, in front of Xiu Wuchen, reported loudly.

This middle-aged man is his deputy general, called Wu Zhongjun, the strength of the peak of the Ziyang Realm.

The power system here: small star, middle star, upper star, white yang, green yang, blue yang, purple yang, golden yang, sky yang, polar yang......

"Well, young marshal, you, when did you break through to the Tianyang position?"

At this time, his second lieutenant general, Shen Tu Zhan, sensed the breath on Xiu Wuchen's body, and showed a very shocked expression.

"What? Shuai Shao broke through the Tianyang Realm? ”

As soon as Shen Tu Zhan's words came out, the surrounding generals exclaimed in surprise and went to sense the breath of cultivation without dust.

"Oh my God! Young marshal, you, how did you change the skyyang position? It was only in the late stage of the purple yang position before. ”

The generals were all dumbfounded and looked at him in disbelief.

From memory, it turned out that the young marshal was a demon who had not been born in tens of thousands of years by the human race, and he cultivated at the age of 22 to the late stage of the purple yang position that others needed to cultivate for thousands of years.

The 22-year-old late Ziyang position is definitely the youngest late Ziyang stage in the history of the human race, and there is no one before.

Now, if there is an aura escaping from his body, it turns out to be the Tianyang position, which really scares everyone.

Looking at the shocked expressions of the generals, Xiu Wuchen said calmly: "Because Ben Shuai has been hiding his strength, he killed the golden spirit beast in the middle of the Golden Yang position just now, but he had no choice but to break the seal and was attacked a little, but it was no longer hindered. ”

"Whoa!"

As soon as he said this, the more than 100,000 troops standing here suddenly fell to their knees and shouted loudly:

"God bless the human race, God bless the cultivator."

"God bless the human race, God bless the cultivator."

"God bless the human race, God bless the cultivator."

“……”

The sound waves are rolling, straight into the sky.

Xiu Wuchen raised his hand and pressed it, signaling that they were quiet, and then said: "This has nothing to do with the sky, get up, since the golden spirit beasts here have been cleaned up, it's time to go." ”

"Yes, young marshal."

More than 100,000 troops rose up in response, all wearing silver armor and silver long knives at their waists.

Xiu Wuchen said in a loud voice: "Clean up the battlefield and take out the inner tank of the golden spirit beast." ”

"Honorable Order, Young Marshal."

The army said yes and began to clean up the battlefield.

"Young marshal, I just got a message from the marshal, he took the lead in the north with an army of 300,000, and it is very dangerous to go north, we need to keep up as soon as possible." Adjutant General Shen Tuzhan replied.

When Xiu Wuchen heard this, his expression was as usual, and he said lightly: "Why are you in such a hurry to go north?" ”

Shen Tu Zhan said solemnly: "The Blood Messenger has an order, all the races that participated in the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield must all gather at the Blood God Platform after half a month. If you are late, you will be kicked out of the battlefield of all worlds. ”

"Going north, just him alone with an army of 300,000 to the north? Looking for death? Xiu Wuchen said disdainfully: "Ben Shuai remembers that the army will arrive tomorrow, as for being in such a hurry?" ”

Hearing this, Shen Tuzhan said angrily: "The big army has already gone north, we were pitted by the Nangong family, the news from the big army was that the day before yesterday went north, and the damn Nangong family secretly changed the time to go north." Except for our Xiujia army, the remaining six armies have gathered and are heading north. ”

Xiu Wuchen's expression was still the same, and he said lightly: "Pass the order, speed up and clean up the battlefield." ”

"Yes." Shen Tu responded to the battle.

……

In about half an hour, the battlefield was cleaned up, and the army was ready to go.

"Go north." Xiu Wuchen gave an order. Patted the beast hanging from his waist.

"Phew!"

The beast Dai Nei flew out of a golden light, and then saw a fierce bird in the sky, opened its mouth and let out a long roar, the sound wave pierced through the golden cracked stone, the volume was huge, and the feathers were like gold poured, this turned out to be a golden-winged roc.

"Uh~Uh~Ah——————"

An army of more than 100,000 people released the fierce birds in the beast at the same time, all of which were silver.

Xiu Wuchen flew down on the head of the Golden-winged Dapeng and led the army away.

He, the young marshal, is not much less prestige than the marshal. Especially after discovering the strength of his Tianyang position, the hearts of the army can be described as a respected five-body throw.

The 190,000 army soared over the sky in unison on the silver-winged roc, casting a large shadow wherever it passed.

He got the memory of the dead cultivator Wuchen, and he couldn't know much about this battlefield of the Ten Thousand Worlds.

In order to enter the area where the Void Rat is located, you must teleport through the Blood God Platform. And no one knows how dangerous the road to the north is.

All the way is full of god-killing insects, you must hold up the protective shield to move forward, being bitten by the god-killing insects, it will instantly turn into a puddle of pus, no matter how strong you are, even if the god is bitten, you can't avoid turning into pus.

Fortunately, the Godslayer Insect is not very aggressive, if it is to follow the large army and take turns to prop up the shield, it can be easily passed.

The purpose of cultivating Wuchen is to reach the Blood God Stage, as for the final battle of all races, the winner will get the title of the strongest race in the ten thousand worlds, the strongest luck or something, he doesn't care at all. This world, it seems, is not his world, there is no point in staying here for a long time.

The land passed through was desolate, and even the life of the vegetation seemed to be drained by some force.

Night soon fell, and a blood moon hung high above the land.

In the middle of the night, Xiu Wuchen led a large army and landed outside the border line of the Northlands.

It was discovered that there was a large army waiting for them.