"Knock knock ......"

The drums were beating like raindrops getting denser and louder.

In the sky above the entire martial city, there was a surging breath of blood.

"All the soldiers of Wucheng obey the order, from now on, Wucheng will launch a counteroffensive and recover the world!"

Chen Gangdou stood on the high platform, his voice was like rolling thunder, spreading from near and far, trembling in everyone's ears.

"Kill!"

The air is rolling and the passion is surging.

It's been ten years, in that battle ten years ago, the god of war Qin Hong Ling set up the void, urged the formation with his own strength, killed an immortal, strangled hundreds of thousands of enemy troops, and let the enemy fall ten Xuan Shen powerhouses.

And since then, Wucheng has been in retreat. Like an old worm that had been dormant, this old worm had finally woken up and transformed into a nine-day dragon, intending to show its dragon might and stretch out its fierce claws to all the obstacles in the world that stood in its way.

Under the Tianshan Mountain, a million armies have been assembled, whether it is the elders and disciples of the Yan Dao Holy Sect, the Hongjun Holy Temple, the Thunder Holy Sect, and the Fengyang Holy Palace, or the Xuanshi of the Pan Shenxue Palace, the Xiongba Mountain, and the Kulie Dynasty, all of them have put on the standard armor of the Martial City.

At this time, there are no other sects and forces in Wucheng, only Wucheng, only Tianshan Wuzong, even if Wuzong recovers the world in the future, these sects return to the past, but they are still imprinted with the mark of Wuzong, they were the younger brothers of Wuzong, under the command of Wucheng, this is an indelible mark.

Under the attention of millions of soldiers, Qin Hong stepped on the void, wearing a white robe like silver snow, stepping into the air step by step from the top of the Tianshan Mountain, seemingly moving gracefully and slowly, but in fact, it was ten miles in one step, and his body was superb to an unimaginable situation.

"Oooh......"

As soon as Qin Hong appeared, all the soldiers cheered loudly, and their eyes were like bursting into blazing flames, staring at this mythical man.

And not long after Qin Hong appeared, on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, more than forty people flew down again, these people were all disciples of the Martial Sect who had now broken through to the Martial Emperor, and some of them were even cultivators from the Third Rank Martial Emperor to the Fourth Rank Martial Emperor. Inside the Hongyuan Pagoda, they had been cultivating continuously, enjoying the most abundant resource supply of the Martial Sect, and under the high-speed time distortion, they had been cultivating for thousands of years.

More than forty Martial Emperor powerhouses flew down in the air at the same time, following behind Qin Hong, everyone was shocked, the forces of Yan Dao Holy Sect and Hulie Dynasty originally didn't know that Martial Emperor had such a powerful secret team, but when they saw it with their own eyes, they couldn't help but be shocked.

"It's so strong, I feel that every one of those dozens of people is so strong!"

An elder of the Thunder Holy Sect stared at the forty-odd Martial Emperors flying behind Qin Hong, the shocked expression on his face could not be concealed, and he couldn't help but mutter.

And in the same way, the leaders and elders of the other ancient forces were all shocked by this scene, they could feel that these forty or so people were extremely powerful, and they also guessed in their hearts that these forty or so people were all powerhouses comparable to the Xuan God, but none of them dared to say it, because so many strong people comparable to the Xuan God appeared all of a sudden, which was really unbelievable.

"These forty-two people are all from my Martial Sect, you guessed it right, each of them has the strength to defeat the Xuan God!"

Qin Hong's eyes were blazing, looking down on every soldier on the earth, and his voice was like a heavenly sound, falling from the sky, shocking people's hearts.

"Wow!"

Qin Hong's words were like a boulder thrown into the sea in an instant, instantly stirring up thousands of waves.

Although they had vaguely guessed that these powerhouses were all powerful existences comparable to the Xuan Gods, they were not sure after all, and now that Qin Hong said it, they immediately confirmed what they were thinking in their hearts, and they still couldn't help but be shocked.

And in the same way, those ancient forces originally still had a trace of pride in their hearts, after all, they were ancient forces that had been inherited for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, but now that the Martial Sect had shown such a strong strength, it had completely trampled the last trace of pride in their hearts in the mud......

Qin Hong's gaze slowly left the agitated soldiers and flew into the large array in the distance.

That big array was an immortal array, enveloping Martial City in it.

If Wucheng is like an egg yolk, then the immortal array is like an eggshell, completely enveloping Wucheng in it.

And what Qin Hong wants to do is to break this eggshell!

And there is still a buffer land of hundreds of miles between the Immortal Array and the Martial City, and this area will be the battlefield where the two armies are fighting!

"If you want to trap my Martial Sect in this immortal array, and then ask reinforcements to come to the world, I'm afraid it's not that simple!" Qin Hong's gaze swept towards the weather in the distance, and the aura on his body suddenly burst out.

"Kill!"

Qin Hong raised his arms and shouted!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The sound of a beast like a flood resounded through the sky, and after three shouts, the army, under the leadership of the generals of each team, rushed out of the gates in four directions like a torrent.

In the year 9283 of the Xuanwu calendar, Qin Hong Void stood above Wucheng and raised his arms, officially setting off a counterattack by the local cultivators of the Xuanwu Continent against the army controlled by the Immortal Realm, which was a battle of great significance in the history of the Xuanwu Continent, and it was the clarion call for the counterattack of the local cultivators of the Xuanwu Continent against the oppression of the immortals.

Hundreds of miles away, the camp where the army of immortals was stationed, and the temporary castle and military camp made of countless timber and boulders.

For cultivators, it seems that it is not difficult to build a military camp, cutting giant trees, splitting boulders, and building military camps with unsimple layouts in a very short time.

In the past ten years, the army led by Wan Fotong and Wu Qishi has been stationed outside Wucheng, forming a large circle, which happens to be Wucheng in the middle.

Then Wan Fotong, Wu Qishi, Qi Xian and Jiang Chunjun joined forces and spent several years together to arrange the next immortal array, the Great Array of God Destroyers. With the help of this big array, the Martial Sect will be completely besieged in this heaven and earth, and then wait for the strong man of the Immortal Realm to come, and then completely defeat the Martial Sect in one fell swoop.

"Woo ......"

Above the camp of the immortal army, there was a sudden sound of a trumpet.

Wu Qishi, Wan Fotong, Qi Xian and Jiang Chunjun flew into the sky almost immediately.

"Wu Zong actually took the initiative to attack?" Wan Fotong gently stroked the white beard under his chin with one hand, and his face showed a hint of surprise.

"In ten years, then the Martial Sect wants to counterattack, they can hold the city with the help of the Beacon Fire Array, but if they want to counterattack, isn't that looking for death?" Wu Qishi sneered.

A moment later, twenty-nine Xuan Gods, including Gu Jiuhe and Zhao Tianhe, flew out.

"Okay!" Wu Qishi glanced at the twenty-nine Xuan Gods, waved his hand, and shouted loudly: "All the troops obey my orders, kill!"

With Wu Qishi's order, the soldiers stationed in the barracks rushed out one after another, slapping the enemy troops rushing out of the Wucheng like a tide.