The battalion looked at the noisy warlock army camp, Ding Zhi was stunned and said, "Xiaolang, they say that you are the master of the Heavenly Palace, what is the Heavenly Palace?"

Ding Zhi, who was far away at the border, didn't know anything about the warlock camp, and no one told him, so he naturally didn't understand what the Heavenly Palace meant to the people in the magic path.

That is comparable to the existence of the five palaces, seven sects and thirteen sects, at least in terms of status, they are equal to each other.

"The Lord of the Heavenly Palace is the Master of the Heavenly Palace! ”

Li Xiaobai has difficulty in naming him, and it is very rare to finally set the name of the Shudao sect, and it is really difficult for him to explain it.

You must know that the name of the Vault Cave Heaven "Langya Heaven" was also finalized after the establishment of the Heavenly Palace.

Ding Zhi's thinking diverged, and he said casually: "The heavenly palace, what about the earthly palace?"

"My daughter-in-law's!"

There's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

If you change it to someone else, you will be verbose, and you will directly raze the nine clans!

“......”

Poor Lao Ding couldn't tell whether Brother Li was telling the truth or a lie.

Rao is some warlocks have seen the Heavenly Palace's exercises in the Imperial Palace's outer imperial capital, and they intend to imitate them, but they have never really practiced, and they don't have any tacit understanding with each other.

After more than a quarter of an hour of chaos, there was still no team that could successfully stand up, these rabble were really disappointing, Li Xiaobai suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

The noisy barracks finally quieted down for a while.

"Rubbish!"

Li Xiaobai's ridicule This time, no one dared to be angry, they only felt ashamed.

When the imperial capital Tianjing was attacked by the Westerners of the Holy Court Flying Boat, the performance of the Heavenly Palace Warlocks and Loose Cultivators was passed on by word of mouth in the Dao, but anyone who knew the shame was very aware of the gap.

Regardless of the cultivation and magic weapons, just this discipline, the spirit of the Heavenly Palace is above these loose cultivators, if the same number of people start a war, the scattered cultivators are probably impossible to win.

Ding Zhi was gloating and watching the excitement, and Li Xiaobai said to him: "Old Ding, you transfer the Thousand Pheasant Army, and the two armies will train together." ”

The two armies are training together? Ding Zhi's mind was a little dazed.

Li Xiaobai saw that Ding Zhi had not come back to his senses, and continued: "Anyway, one group is rushing, and the two groups are also released, so let's practice together!

But looking at these chaotic rabbles in front of them, they are not much better than sheep.

Ding Zhi hesitated: "Eh, this, this is not very good!"

The high-ranking immortal and the ordinary killer are mixed and practiced, which is tantamount to the same team of eagles and chickens.

This picture, this picture is unimaginable.

"What are you afraid of! Disobedient ......"

Li Xiaobai didn't care that his words were heard by others, so he sneered and said, "Kill!"

Shenma bullshit fairy grows, in his eyes, he is a group of miscellaneous fish.

If it weren't for the fact that the Heavenly Palace was still in the development stage, and he was reluctant to pull those disciples out as cannon fodder, he would not be interested in training these rabble, and would directly send him home to nibble on his old rice with a word.

With such an unorganized and undisciplined appearance, fighting with Westerners is purely a head-off.

The murderous tone of the big devil made Ding Zhi shudder, he never thought that the high-ranking immortal chief would be killed by life like a chicken and a dog.

However, at the moment, the warlocks of the Warlock Army were completely subdued by the Li family Xiaolang, and none of them dared to disobey the order, Ding Zhi was not embarrassed, nodded and said, "I'll go and pull people over!"

As Li Xiaolang said, one sheep is to drive, two sheep is to herd, anyway, they are all in the same formation, and there is no difference between the warlock and the new ding in this basic discipline.

The periphery is the periphery, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to go to the real mountain gate, so he has no chance to enjoy the cultivation environment with a strong aura in the Langya Heavenly Blessed Land like the official disciples of the Heavenly Palace.

The tasteless frog fell from the sky, still turning into a charming demon girl, the broken gold in the pupils gradually disappeared, turning into a pair of black pupils, Qing Yao was very dissatisfied, twisted her waist and came to Li Xiaobai's side and complained: "It's really boring, I can't fight a single one!"

The slaves stopped them all. ”

Little Red Carp rarely fought with people, and she didn't expect such a warlock to be so weak.

In fact, with her cultivation at the peak of the Transformation Realm, she can definitely be regarded as a handful of warlocks among the warlocks of the Warlock Army, not to mention the bonus of wind and fire.

"The highest cultivation level is not the Refining God Realm, and they are all mixed rice, so don't expect too much. ”

Li Xiaobai shook his head, several of the disciples of Tiangong Langya Heaven had just broken through to the realm of refining gods, and under the joint force of the martial arts, spiritual energy, and pills, the cultivation progress of these disciples was a thousand miles in a day, compared to these scattered cultivation that could not be further for decades, it was like one was heaven and the other was earth, like two worlds.

Although Li Xiaobai was very disdainful of the warlocks in the Warlock Army, these Warlocks were secretly excited, no one would despise the Heavenly Palace, and now being able to have the opportunity to have a relationship with this rookie of the Shudao Sect is tantamount to a great opportunity.

There was a jaw-dropping spectacle in the army of the Great Wu Dynasty, ordinary soldiers and those people in the art were standing together, men and women, old and young, monks and Confucian beggars, three sects and nine streams wearing heavy armor, shouting the trumpet of "left and right" together, walking in the military camp and lining up, practicing happily, where is there any pride of people in the way.

The drills looked like a joke, and there were always a large number of onlookers, but the warlocks of the Warlock Army didn't think it was a joke on themselves.

On the one hand, they knew that the warlocks of the Heavenly Palace also practiced like this, and on the other hand, it was the Lord of the Heavenly Palace who supervised them.

There is no technical content in the exercise of the pace queue, and the mechanical repetition again and again makes people so sluggish that even their brains become sluggish, leaving only conditioned reflex-like movements, which is exactly what Li Xiaobai needs.

Rather than actively learning to be organized and disciplined, it is better to let their bodies memorize it directly, and once they hear the command, they will respond as soon as possible, and this kind of subconscious action is even faster than the thought in the heart.

The effect of the drill was immediate, and the warlocks were originally inferior to the newcomers of the Thousand Pheasant Army, but driven by the people around them, they quickly caught up with the rhythm and merged with the entire drill phalanx.

The battle with the Westerners at the front seems to have become a daily routine for the armies of both sides.

Every day after sunrise, there will be a formed army to break away from its own military formation, and without hesitation to impact its opponents, shouting, fighting, neighing of war horses, swords and shadows, flesh and blood flying, until they fall to the ground screaming, turning into a cold and stiff corpse.

At sunset, the two sides closed their troops to end the day's fighting, and each other collected the corpses and wounded soldiers of their own soldiers.

The desolate land, once covered with gravel and sand, was watered with blood, taking on a large purple-black color, and this narrow clearing almost became a meat grinder, devouring the lives of many good men every day.

The dense swarm of flies continued to multiply, rapidly expanding into a large black mist, suddenly rising into the air, suddenly falling, desperately licking the remaining flesh and blood on the ground, not afraid of the approaching of the living, and even pounced on the human body.

Thanks to the joint training of the Thousand Pheasant Army and the Warlock Army, the work of the drill was lost to Ding Zhi, and Li Xiaobai had to come to the front of the battle to watch the battle

Looking at the bloody battlefield, bursts of fishy air rushed to his face, his face was a little ugly, and the battle situation was completely beyond his imagination.

Up to now, today has lost another 20,000 soldiers, the Dawu Dynasty has accumulated losses of nearly 200,000, the Westerners are also comparable, the combat effectiveness of the servant army is weaker, the relative number of losses is more, about 250,000, the original difference between the two sides is 200,000 troops, now it seems, in fact, there is not much difference.

The wars that Li Xiaobai has participated in are not as cruel and ruthless as they are now.

The commanders of both sides are well aware of the principle of mercy and not in charge of soldiers, regard human life as a mustard, and sit back and watch their soldiers die on the battlefield one after another, even if there may be their own brothers, nephews, relatives, friends, and a hard-hearted heart will not waver.

At this point, the war was a contest of pure hard power.

The commander of the Westerners did not think about it, dividing his troops to attack, on the one hand, dragging the main force of the Dawu Dynasty, and on the other hand, directly attacking the opponent's imperial capital, and completing his work in one battle.

However, the Dawu Dynasty's reconnaissance flying boat (communication flying boat changed to reconnaissance) came and went extremely quickly, plus there were also warlocks with the imperial sword, in the unfamiliar eastern land, there was no way to avoid the eyes and ears of the Dawu Dynasty, and any rash move would give the other party a chance to take advantage of it.

Completely like a fool, you punch me and punch me with brute force, not only is the Western commander helpless, but also the result that Jing Guogong, the commander of the Dawu Dynasty, wants.

It doesn't matter how many thousands of people you have, no matter what kind of regular army and servant army you have, the old man is here, if you don't beat me, I will beat you.

A million people are placed here, no one will rest assured, if they meet a Leng Touqing commander, they don't even want their own imperial capital, follow the road of the westerners' eastward expedition, and kill the past, and the far west with empty troops is properly worse.

If his hometown is turned upside down and turned into a mess, even if the Westerners break through the Great Wu Dynasty, the final result may outweigh the losses, after all, the eastern land is vast and there are many people, and they can recover quickly, and the Westerner Empire, which has finally achieved unification, will be bad, and most of them will immediately fall apart and fall into chaos again.

"What? Xiaolang, do you also want to fight? I see that you have trained well, but if you want to go into battle, I'm afraid you will have to wait a little longer. ”

The Sealing Wolf Dao Festival made Lin Mian come to Li Xiaobai's side at some point, although it was in front of the battle, the Westerners would not come over.

"Those rabble?" Li Xiaobai shook his head and said, "Uncle and adults, it's better not to put your hopes on them. ”

Lin Mianjian raised his eyebrows and said puzzledly: "Hmm? Why?"

The Zhichong Mansion army has a warlock battalion, which can increase the combat power, which has almost become a common practice in the military of the Dawu Dynasty, but not all the Zhichong army can recruit warlocks.

"It's okay to fight a tailwind war, it's okay to bully and bully the bandit rebels, and it's okay to deal with the main force of the disciplined Westerners' regular army, hehe!"

Of course, Li Xiaobai knew that in addition to the cultivation of the Dao of Arts, the will to fight was also one of the important factors that could not be ignored in determining the outcome of the victory.

He dared to guarantee that if the warlock army was led into battle at this time, it would be defeated by the Westerners in less than a quarter of an hour, and it would be defeated.

Therefore, the assessment of the actual combat effectiveness of the warlock army can only be two sneers of "hehe", even if you recruit some peasants from any village to practice for a few days, it is better than these rabble.

"The magic flying sword is no match for the holy art of the Westerners?"

Lin Mian has read the report sent by the imperial court, and there is a detailed introduction to the customs of the Westerners, the conventional military strength, the holy court and the holy arts, but there are not many confrontations between the holy arts and spells.

Li Xiaobai explained to Uncle Lin: "The Holy Court has forbidden spell badges, and twelve junior saints can use them to launch forbidden spells and easily kill the true people of the True Realm, and the junior saints who have arrived in the Eastern Land are at least more than a thousand, and there are also intermediate saints who control the holy beasts, and two intermediate saints can compete with one true person of the True Realm, and the senior saints, only the Venerable of the Divine Power Realm can deal with them." ”

If it weren't for the protection of the Chaos Blue Lotus, he could ignore the holy arts, where would he be arrogant in the fight with the Westerners.

"The Westerners now have ten high-level saints, which is equivalent to ten Divine Realm Venerables?"

I don't know if I don't know it, I was startled when I heard it, Lin Mian gasped, I am afraid that the combat power of the Holy Court that has arrived in the Eastern Soil can only be competed by the five palaces and seven sects together.

But now there are only five palaces and six sects, and each of them can only fight on their own under the attack of the Holy Court and the unexpected harassment of the Heavenly Cult, and there is no way to fight together.

If it weren't for the fact that the Heavenly Palace provided a war machine boat that could fight against the opponent of the Holy Court War, there would soon be a second or even a third sect like the Great Yan Sect that had descended to the Westerners.

For the secular dynasty of the Eastern Soil, losing the protection of the group of cultivators was tantamount to a catastrophe.

"If I can make my Heavenly Palace grow, why not be afraid of the Five Palaces and Seven Sects and the Western Holy Court. ”

Li Xiaobai sighed, the Five Palaces and the Seven Sects pinched their respective secret cave heavens extremely tightly, and only the sect masters, elders, and disciples who had made great achievements could enter the cultivation.

The Heavenly Palace is not, as long as you are willing to work hard, Langya Heaven is open to everyone, there is no shortage of tricks and pills, and the progress of cultivation is extremely fast, but there is not enough time to accumulate, and the achievements of the disciples with income are still limited.

"It's a pity that what we lack most now is time!"

Lin Mian couldn't help but sigh, with the relationship between this young man and Her Majesty the Empress, the Heavenly Palace and the Great Martial Dynasty share weal and woe, if it could be established earlier, why not be afraid of the Western Holy Court coming from thousands of miles to provoke today, let alone care about the attitude of those Dao sects.

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