Three days later, Yexiao suddenly formed an alliance with the mafia and swept through the Baili forces overnight.

Supper and the mafia were originally super gangsters in two countries, and they were extremely ruthless, and the old and weak women and children did not let go of the souls of the dead, and the women were even worse (I think for myself).

The forces of the night snack and the mafia swept hundreds of miles overnight through Sichuan Province, and many forces have taken refuge in the holy city out of fear.

Jiang Zuomeng is still a lonely sail and has no intention of forming an alliance with the Holy City for the time being.

In one day, the Holy City's dependencies had exceeded 700,000 and were still growing.

With the betrayal of the subordinate forces in the previous time, the people of the Holy City have seen it this time. Let these subordinate forces camp more than ten miles away, and in case of danger, they can come to report to the Holy City, but they must not be stationed within ten miles. Otherwise, it will be treated as a rebel.

Although this order issued by the Holy City caused dissatisfaction among many forces, they dared not speak out in anger under the fence. He only dared to camp ten miles away, and offered a lot of food and equipment to curry favor with the high-ranking officials of the Holy City, hoping to protect himself.

Chen Ji stood on the city wall with his hands on his back, staring into the distance, not knowing what he was looking at.

Meng Ghost walked up to the city wall and clenched his fists at Chen Ji and reported: "Holy Lord, the mafia and the night owl have gathered an army of 300,000 and are coming towards our holy city today. ”

"Are all the traps made?" Chen Ji froze, looked back at Meng Ghost and asked, "How is the high-altitude projection device?" ”

Meng Ghost nodded and replied: "At present, fifty percent of the traps have been made, and it is no problem to kill tens of thousands of people." The high-altitude projection installation is still being studied and is expected to be completed within ten days. ”

"Okay." Chen Ji nodded, didn't say much, and continued to look into the distance.

The night stalkers and the mafia have absorbed a large number of subordinate forces today, and have grown from the original 150,000 to more than 500,000. There are four pseudo-demigods.

In the current direction of the march. Their target should be the Holy City. But now that there are nearly three million people in the holy city, they should not dare to move.

I don't know what they're here for? Chen Ji was puzzled, but he also pondered the different thoughts of these two forces.

The next morning, the alliance forces of the night owl and the mafia were stationed more than seventy miles outside the holy city, and sent more than thirty people towards the holy city, including two pseudo-demigods. The rest are ninety-nine levels.

Sichelle is a pseudo-demigod of the mafia, and a scar on his face is his trademark. Another pseudo-demigod is named Peteem, a pseudo-demigod of the Night Stalker.

Chen Ji held the black eagle in his right hand, standing on the city wall and staring at the more than thirty people in the sky in front of him.

A true demigod is beyond the reach of a pseudo-demigod. Its aura is also extraordinary.

Sichelle was wearing a battle robe today, he looked at Chen Ji with a smile and nodded and said in fluent Chinese: "You are the Lord of the Holy City, Chen Ji, right?" ”

Chen Ji's name is carried out throughout Sichuan Province and is also passed on in other provinces. To march into China. The two big forces, the mafia and the night stalkers, can be prepared.

Chen Ji stood tall and was indescribably arrogant. He nodded and replied, "Yes, what will I do later." ”

The corners of Peteem's mouth twitched, and he said with disdain: "We are here today to let you lead the Holy City to join our night owls and mafia. ”

"Hmph~" Chen Ji snorted coldly, looked at the two of them and said, "You are just a little pseudo-demigod, how can you make the deity subservient." ”

The night owl stood tall and said arrogantly, "Is the demigod strong?" My night owl has more than ten pseudo-demigods in Huaxia. There are two demigods in the local headquarters. Doesn't this kind of strength make you surrender! ”

Chen Ji was a little stunned, could the power of the United States have become so strong? There are already more than a dozen pseudo-demigods in a single night owl. Two demigods. What about the mafia, the soldiers, and the fangs? It seems that he still underestimated those forces.

Chen Ji raised the black eagle and pointed at the two of them and said, "If you want my holy city to obey, then kill me first!" ”

"You don't want to give you face!" Sichelle pulled out the long knife in the Godhead Ring, pointed at Chen Ji and said, "Then I want to see how strong your demigod is today!" ”

If there is discord between words, there will be war.

"If you want to deceive my Huaxia people, have you ever asked the old man." The earth shook, and the chain of laws in the sky trembled.

A voice echoed between the world and the world.

"Who's talking. Get the hell out of here! Sichelle was a little shocked, his eyes twinkling with fear, and he looked around.

The same is true of Peteem, just listening to the sound and the changes in the laws around him, he knows that this person in the dark is definitely not a good person!

"Hum~" A kilometer-long sword jumped up from the ground. It stopped at a height of several thousand meters.

The light and shadow dissipated, and it was an old man with gray hair and a childish face.

This old man and Chen Ji look exactly the same, and their behavior is also partially the same.

"Who are you!" Sichelle looked at the man in the sky, and the fear in his eyes intensified. When he saw that long sword just now, he almost knelt down! You know, he's also a pseudo-demigod! Seeing that this person wants to kneel, how strong is this person's strength!

The old man put his hands behind his back, looked down coldly and said: "The old man's surname is Mo, the name is immortal, and the words are long." It's the guardian of China! If you invade our land and hurt our people, do you want to fall here? ”

In just one moment, the chain of laws was set off, and it hit Sichel and Pitham hard.

The two of them flew into the air like kites with broken strings.

"Boom, boom~" The two fell to the ground and smashed the ground into two large pits before stopping.

"Wow~" Sichelle was the most seriously injured, and a mouthful of blood spat aside. His eyes twinkled with fear, and he stood up and fled into the distance.

Pitham yelled, "Get out! "The old man had just one sentence and he had seriously injured them! With such strength, how can these people be matched!

The two pseudo-demigods fled, but if these more than thirty ninety-nine powerhouses wanted to escape, it was somewhat impossible.

Mo Xian stared coldly at the more than thirty people under him, and slapped it with his right hand.

This palm drove the chain of hundreds of laws, turning into a huge palm that was half virtual and half real in the air, with lightning speed. Kill all the more than thirty ninety-nine powerhouses below!

Chen Ji was stunned when he looked below, who the hell is this person! How could he be so strong, he injured two pseudo-demigods with a single sentence, and killed more than thirty ninety-nine level powerhouses with one palm. Even if it were Long Yuan, I am afraid that he would not have such a strong strength.

"After a thousand years of sleeping, I woke up like this! Chi Zu, I will follow your words and shock me Huaxia Longwei! (To be continued.) )