After Nighttwilight finished speaking, the Yan Wolf Army fell silent, and after a while, a large number of soldiers stood up.

"Commander, our talent is not good, our cultivation is not enough, and we may only be able to cultivate here in this life, so we will stay to protect Shangyang, protect Chaohua, and cultivate a new batch of Yan Wolf Army, so that the commander has no worries." Looking at the near-ordinary soldiers standing up, there was a flash of loneliness on their faces, but they were well hidden.

"Who said that you are not talented enough, let you stay in Shangyang, just let you rest and recuperate, and when we have a place in the upper realm, we will come to pick you up soon. Therefore, every soldier must not waste his cultivation! Nightshade used the power of chaos to deliver the words to everyone's ears.

"Yes!" The eyes of the soldiers left behind lit up instantly, and they replied in unison.

"Commander, there are three thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight people who have cultivated above the peak of the Spirit God Rank." After Ye Qianzhan counted the number of people, he reported it to Night Twilight.

"Hmm." Night Dusk Han nodded, not much different from what he had estimated, and with a wave of his hand, two hundred jade bottles appeared out of thin air in front of him. Everyone's breath was instantly scorching, and what was contained in it was the Broken Mirror Pill. The Broken Mirror Pill was distributed, and Night Dusk Han began to prepare a large number of purple spirit stones and materials for arranging the Spirit Gathering Array. Thousands of purple spirit stones were piled up into a small mountain, which made several old generals on the side look dumbfounded, even the treasury of several countries in the Chaohua Continent together is not worth so many purple spirit stones.

As the soldiers swallowed the Broken Mirror Pill, the night twilight cold began to crush the purple spirit stone, and with a grip in the air, one-third of the hill turned into phosphorus powder, and the majestic and pure spiritual power turned into mist, floating around the soldiers who were cultivating on their knees, and the huge spirit gathering array also began to operate, absorbing all the spiritual power of this side of the world.

"Boom! Thundered! Dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder roared out of the clouds, as if to intimidate the ants below who were delusional about it. But in the next second, the thunder stopped abruptly, and he instantly hid in the clouds, as if he saw some demons and monsters.

"Hey!" Nighttwilight looked up and smiled brightly at the thunder.

Thunder: It's too late! Why is this big demon king again! Boom, the part that was bitten off last time hasn't been cultivated yet, why is it her again!

"Tut-tut, old night, your granddaughter is really promising!" Old Man Tong spit out a sentence slowly, but there was a strong sour taste in his tone. 's own little granddaughter, day by day, is only interested in those love words.

"Hahahaha, that's not it!" The old man of the night looked proud, and he couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

"That's also the old man's granddaughter!" Hearing that the old man opened his mouth angrily, he seemed to be dissatisfied with the fact that the old man Tong only envied the old man at night.

"The cold girl is your granddaughter." The old man raised his eyebrows and provoked the old man Wen.

"What's the matter, my granddaughter is not a granddaughter!" The old man slapped the back of the old man's head at night.

"Old and immortal! How dare you hit me! The old man of the night was slapped by this slap and squirted out the tea he had just drunk. If you are angry, you have to start with Old Man Wen and compare with him.

"Grandpa, grandfather." Night Dusk Han's attention was attracted by the two, and the two old men who had known each other for half their lives still wanted to fight, and their faces were full of helplessness.

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

The old man of the night and the old man Wen were shouted by the cold of the night, and they stopped cooking at the same time, but they still kept making small movements under the tea table. You step on me, I kick you, the silent contest between the two is hot, several old generals at the tea table are speechless and choked, looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, as if they are showing yin, they don't know them.