The Terrans of Jiuli City are the enemy.

Han Muye's words made Zhu Rong stunned.

All this time, he never regarded the Terrans as his enemies.

He subconsciously regarded the Terrans as allies of Liaoyuan City.

Looking at his expression, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

He had suspected Zhuo and Immortal Venerable's intentions before, so he deliberately reached out to probe the memory in the long knife in his hand.

Really.

The human race in Jiuli City is controlled by the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.

They were going to use this Holy Gathering to besiege and kill the Wasteland Terrans.

Even the Chongyun Tianque clan was calculated.

This time, at least ten overlord powerhouses stood together in the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, and they wanted to leave through the Great Desolate Realm.

With so many strong people leaving, the power of the Flood Desolation Realm must have been weakened.

This is also a cause for the wrath of the heavens.

Zhuo and Immortal Venerable didn't know that when he arrived in Liaoyuan City, heaven and earth had already given Han Muye a hint.

How could he have imagined that there were still people in the world who could have such a close relationship with heaven and earth?

"Master Han, if they are really our enemies, then what should we do, should we participate in this holy meeting?"

Zhu Rong looked at Han Muye and spoke in a deep voice.

In his body, there is flesh and blood strength condensed.

With his own control of the power of the fire vein, as well as the improvement of the origin of the fire vein, Zhu Rong's character became more and more like fire.

This is a bad thing, but also a good thing.

He can't control his temper like this, and of course he will make some uncontrollable decisions.

But on the other hand, such a character is also in line with the power of the fire vein, making his cultivation more pure and his strength improving extremely quickly.

Han Muye made a move and covered it up with secret techniques, no one knew that Zhu Rong was already a strong man at the overlord level.

Among the Honghuang human race, except for Han Muye, he was the first overlord powerhouse.

This is also his real confidence.

"Zhu Rong, the flood needs to be led by the human race, and those divine beasts that are not in unison will become a thing of the past."

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Zhu Rong in front of him.

"I, too, will one day leave the flood wilderness, Liaoyuan City, the wasteland, all the human races, need to really gather strength."

Reaching out and patting Zhu Rong's shoulder, Han Muye showed a smile on his face: "This time, you need to lead the Wasteland Terran to the peak. ”

"Crush all the enemies who stand in your way."

Zhu Rong nodded, with a determined look on his face.

From his cultivation getting stronger and stronger, he also learned more and more about the things in this desolation.

As Han Muye said, he will leave after all.

"Master Han, then you-"

Han Muye waved his hand and looked at the sky in the distance.

"You have your enemies, and I have my opponents."

"Flood famine, that's what makes it really wonderful."

……

Three months later, the Wasteland Liaoyuan City raised an army of 80 million and crossed the Butai Mountain.

This action shook the whole desolation.

Countless divine beast races, as well as the human races in the hinterland of the desolation, are all concerned about this matter.

However, after the 80 million army left Butai Mountain, 70 million of them stayed in a radius of 100,000 li outside Butai Mountain.

Zhu Rong led an army of 10 million to start a journey to conquer the Honghuang Terrans.

Zhu Rong's reason is that to prepare for the upcoming Tianyuan Holy Meeting, he must first weigh the strength of the human race, if there is a force and strong man who can defeat him and defeat the tens of millions of troops in Liaoyuan City, Liaoyuan City and himself will surrender.

Not only the human race, but if there is a divine beast race interested, they can also participate in this gambling battle.

Originally, the Wasteland Terrans were forbidden to step out of a radius of 100,000 miles.

But this time, Zhu Rong took the name of the Tianyuan Saint Society's advance communication challenge, and many forces hesitated slightly.

At this hesitation, tens of millions of troops had already stepped out of the forbidden area.

White Mirror City.

It is about a million miles away from Bu Taishan, and it is famous for producing spiritual material white mirror stone.

The White Mirror Stone is a high-grade spiritual material for refining battle armor, and over the years, it has been traded to at least one million catties in Liaoyuan City.

Because of these transactions, Baijing City was also rich in the city, and the lives of 80 million people were turned upside down.

When Zhu Rong led the army to attack and directly killed thousands of miles outside Baijing City, the people in the entire Baijing City were stupid.

Those elders of White Mirror City, the principals are also stupid.

How can you resist an army of tens of millions?

White Mirror City can't organize five million soldiers after collecting it.

The most important thing is that they have a good relationship with the Wasteland Liaoyuan City, and the transaction volume is large, so they already know that the battle formation of the Liaoyuan City is strong.

In the hall of the city of White Mirror City, dozens of human races of different shapes were seated.

These people are either god-tattooed masters or shamans.

There were also several human figures incarnated by divine beasts on the side, sitting on the side and not moving.

"Elder Hu Ji, you are the one in charge of my army in White Mirror City, you say, what are the chances of our White Mirror City?"

Above, a white-bearded old man looked to the side and asked.

"Yes, relying on the city, as long as we can have a five-point chance of winning and insist on the rescue of other cities, then Liaoyuan City will collapse, once they collapse, we will take advantage of the situation to cover up and kill, and roll Bu Taishan, cough cough, of course, Bu Taishan still has 70 million wasteland army......"

As soon as the speaker said that he was excited, he thought that this was impossible, and he was suddenly a little deflated.

Kill this ten million, and there are still 70 million.

In the lobby, everyone's eyes slowly turned to the big man in black half-body armor.

The big man's face was calm, and he slowly stretched out a finger.

This finger silenced everyone.

"Hey, is there really only a 10% chance of winning?" The old man sitting at the top of the table had a complicated face and shook his head.

"Yes, there is only a 10% chance of winning, even if you gather the people from all sides again, I'm afraid you can only increase the chance of winning by 10% or 2, it's really not good......"

"It's not a 100 chance of winning, it's a 10 percent chance of winning." The voice of the big man in black armor rang out.

There was silence in the lobby.

Odds of winning?

Is Liaoyuan City too strong, or is White Mirror City too weak?

White Mirror City relies on the city, and none of the surrounding forces say that they will be able to defeat themselves.

What's more, today's White Mirror City is not the White Mirror City of the past.

Now there are not only dozens of divine beasts attached to the city, but also hundreds of thousands of formed armies, and many soldiers with battle armor.

"Elder Hu Ji, are you a little alarmist? Is there really no chance of winning? Not far away, an old man in a black robe spoke.

His robes were rich, and they were clearly from the wasteland.

Hearing his words, that Hu Ji turned his head, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Alarmist?"

"Do you know that the tens of millions of troops in Liaoyuan City are all wearing armor?"

Everybody wears armor!

Everyone wears such a heavy armor on Hu Ji's body, which is invulnerable, and the divine beast is difficult to hurt.

"In this army of tens of millions, everyone has a war horse, forming a battle array, and the divine beasts are like hares in front of them."

"Don't talk about White Mirror City, even ten White Mirror Cities can't resist it."

Elder Hu Ji showed disdain on his face and turned his head to look at the younger Terrans on the side.

"You can't be as stupid as them, are you?"

Hearing his words, the young clansmen shook their heads.

They went to the wasteland and practiced the Divine Pattern with Master Han.

They knew how powerful Liaoyuan City really was.

"Hu Ji, what do you mean?"

"Bold, Hu Ji, you control the army in the city, and you are so cowardly and cowardly?"

"Hu Ji, do you want to be a traitor?"

A series of shouting voices rang out.

Those elders of noble status in the city all stood up and stared at Hu Ji.

"How can I, Huji, be a traitor?" Hu Ji shook his head and smiled on his face.

He looked around, and then said loudly, "I will mobilize a million troops to confront the million army formation of Liaoyuan City. ”

"If they don't have the guts, then I'm wrong."

Million-strong army battles?

Everyone in the lobby looked at each other with a chuckle on their faces.

What you want is this, delay the pace of the army of Liaoyuan City, so that the rescue of other forces can arrive in time.

As for the million-strong army of Hu Ji and White Mirror City, let them slowly consume it.

Anyway, Hu Ji has become more and more domineering recently, and it is time to let it die.

A divine beast in the White Mirror City carried a stone slab on its back and sent the agreement on the victory or defeat of a battle outside the city negotiated by the million-strong army outside the city to the army of Liaoyuan City.

Zhu Rong gave the reply that he would arrive in three days.

Three days later, between the smoke and dust, a million army slowly arrived hundreds of miles outside the White Mirror City.

At this time, there were also a million troops in Baijing City, led by Hu Ji, rushing to the tidal wasteland ahead.

"Hu Ji won't surrender with this million army, right?" Above the city, someone whispered.

"Impossible, since Hu Ji wants to lead a large army to fight, he will inevitably fight with all his might, and he can still do this."

"I'm curious about how strong the army of Liaoyuan City is."

There were many people in the city, and the power of the strong soul slowly poked out.

Divine tattoo masters and shamans are originally powerful gods.

In the sense of these strong people, the smoke and dust in front of them were filled, and they didn't know what was in it.

Is this due to their own lack of strength, or is the other party too strong?

There is no room for them to think about it, and the answer emerges automatically.

"Boom-"

A battle array of thousands of people, led by a thousand god generals, rushed forward.

Holding a spear, the body of the fiery red armor was already condensed, and he crossed dozens of miles in one step, and swept directly with one shot.

The battle array behind it gathers strength, and every soldier wearing battle armor, holding weapons, and driving war horses has unimaginably powerful power.

These war horses galloped and gathered a thousand god generals.

Is this the army of Liaoyuan City?

"Boom-"

The god stabbed out a shot, and the heavens and the earth shook.

Countless streamers exploded, and the army of White Mirror City collapsed directly.

It's just a moment.

The god did not stop, and rushed to the city wall in one step, and the spear in his hand slashed down.

"Bang-"

The entire city wall was directly shattered and shattered.

It doesn't matter if you're a god tattoo master or a shaman, whether you're an elder or a general, under this shot, you'll all be turned into ashes.

The bodies of those divine beasts manifested, and then they ran away.

If you don't run away, will you look for death?

With one blow, the White Mirror City was destroyed.

This scene stunned countless forces who were waiting.

"Burning the Plains—"

"Victory—"

When Zhu Rong looked up to the sky and roared, countless long shouts resounded through the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth changed color.

The Liaoyuan City army that swept through White Mirror City did not stop at all, and went directly to the next Terran city.

It is impossible for a human city to be able to hold back the army of Liaoyuan City.

Ten days later, the 50 million people of Yuliang City directly announced their submission.

What if you don't surrender?

With a single blow of the spear in the hands of the generals, the heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles were imprisoned, and if they did not surrender, the entire city would be directly shattered.

The army led by Zhu Rong did not stop, and after a little trimming, they crossed the long river and went to the next city.

All sides of the flood were watching and were horrified.

In the past, I didn't look down on the wasteland at all, thinking that these human races were just barbarians, but now I know that they are completely beasts.

No city can resist it.

As the army captured more and more cities, Zhu Rong and the army behind him became stronger and stronger.

This blessing from the power of the origin made their strength swell to the extreme.

Zhu Rong's mount, the Black Tiger, is now a high-level divine beast, with a rich aura to the extreme, and there is the possibility of marching towards the highest level of overlord.

Of course, if you want to become a hegemon, Black Tiger still needs a great opportunity.

Cloud Holy City.

It was one of the hundred great cities in the midst of the wilderness, with 300 million ethnic groups, surrounded by one great city.

The army of 30 million has been assembled, relying on cities one by one, waiting for the arrival of the Zhurong army.

Behind these cities, there is also a magnificent force.

A blue water unicorn.

The Qilin Divine Beast is the totem divine beast of Cloud Holy City.

The three-headed overlord-level blue water divine beast returned from outside the flood wilderness, and the other high-level divine beasts were at least a hundred.

The blood qi rushing into the sky caused the heavens and the earth to shake.

As long as Zhu Rong's army is blocked, the Qilin Divine Beast Clan will directly step forward and crush the general array.

A majestic unicorn turned into a big man in cyan armor, his gaze swept around.

"I'm a little interested in that Zhu Rong, I'll kill him directly and devour his origin later." The big man sneered and spoke loudly.

It was only before he finished speaking that he suddenly looked up.

"Boom-"

When the army arrived, there was a tremor in the void.

"At such a time, who is still in the catastrophe?"

Tribulation?

It's not a catastrophe.

Between heaven and earth, thunder descended.

"It was Han Muye, the Divine Pattern Master of Liaoyuan City, who made a move!"

A divine beast shouted, and its body turned into a hundred-zhang unicorn, crashing towards the thunder overhead.

The only person in the world who can control the Heaven and Earth Thunder Tribulation is this Han Muye of Liaoyuan City.

"Boom-"

Endless thunder and light covered the blue water unicorn clan.

Han Muye held his hands behind his back and walked forward in the void step by step.

Around him, endless thunder swirled.

"Han Muye? Look for death! The green-armored man snorted first, and a pair of spears in his hand triggered a stream of water and crashed towards Han Muye.

This water flow constantly vibrated and turned into ten thousand water dragons.

The blue water unicorn is the overlord of the origin of the water vein, and its strength is strong, and the water in the world is under its control.

"Then Han Muye has always been favored by heaven and earth, I don't know what his strength is?"

"Overlord level, or a powerful divine beast like a Qilin, he can't resist it, right?"

"It's really bold, and one person dares to challenge the Bishui Qilin clan."

In the surrounding void, countless divine souls sent messages.

Qilin, Canglong, Phoenix, Kunpeng, these are the top divine beast races in the Flood Wilderness, and the clan has a hegemon.

The most important thing is that their own bloodline strength is a few strong, and the individual strength of the clan is strong.

Each race has many high-ranking divine beasts.

"It was not unreasonable for the galaxy universe to slaughter and enslave the flood at the beginning." Han Muye put his hands behind his back and whispered in his mouth.

"A bunch of guys who don't know the height of the sky, they need to be beaten well."

He slowly raised his hand.

In front of him, the same long dragon was converging.

Water vein to water vein!