Chapter 210 Flame! Inflammation!

In the ancient battlefield, the faces of many monks were extremely stiff.

Yuan Fu's expression is very wonderful. Things are changing and life is impermanent.

The people who were standing on the dry shore just now and could laugh and comment were all mute now.

Various emotions such as embarrassment, annoyance, and horror emerged, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressing.

And Yan Nu's aura was very terrifying. His brilliant and fierce artistic conception, coupled with his amazing domineering aura, made no one dare to look directly at him.

Suddenly, his body swayed and he quickly approached the crowd.

The air rippled under his feet, and the figure moved like lightning. He took a thousand steps and spanned twenty miles in just a few breaths.

"It's over! I'm waiting for the news to disappear today!"

"No... stop him quickly! Where is the Yellow Turban Warrior!"

Many monks were almost scared out of their wits when they saw Yan Slave approaching fiercely, with his energy filling the sky.

Fortunately, after entering, you can more directly command your respective yellow scarf warriors.

They hurriedly mobilized hundreds of thousands of yellow scarf warriors to escort them, desperately trying to stop Yan Nu.

The mighty yellow scarf warriors were all ignored by Yan Nu and rushed into the center by him.

He shouted to the sky: "You have to stop me at your own risk!"

There was a buzz, and an even greater artistic conception than before erupted, covering the entire place.

Suddenly, with Yan Slave as the center, a terrible phenomenon occurred.

The yellow scarf warriors were all stunned and lost consciousness in an instant.

The heavy body fell to the ground and spread in patches on the ground.

If viewed from the air, the crowd is like throwing boulders into a calm lake, causing huge waves and spreading in circles.

In the end, hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban warriors had their souls stolen, and not a single one was left alive.

They covered the ground, forming a thick sea of ​​people.

"What……"

"What kind of ability is this? Magic weapon, spiritual puppet, it will fall down with a shock."

Although the monks were fine, they were suppressed by the artistic conception of fire.

This time, not only was the golden body stage unable to bear it, but even the longevity stage was shaken to the point of being in a daze, with blurred eyes and almost fainting.

The elders in the Lichen Stage were shocked by this and were so horrified that they stepped back again and again before they recovered.

"Create formation soldiers!"

"This artistic conception should only be effective for spirituality, and the formation soldiers are unconscious. Everything is just the evolution of the formation..."

"But the formation soldiers are too weak, how can we block them?"

"After all, we can delay it. This calamity has already caused a sensation in the spiritual world. We will definitely be able to wait for rescue!"

In order to stop Yan Slave, more than twenty elders from various factions, as formation organizers, used dead horses as living horse doctors, frantically consumed the foundation of the formation, and created a powerful military force in history.

In an instant, the ancient battlefield stretched for hundreds of miles and was almost full of people.

The Qin army swept across the world and unified the six kingdoms, killing them coldly and coldly.

There are also big Han cavalrymen who live outside the fortress, who are arrogant and passionate.

Three hundred years ago, Youzhou Tuqi, who helped Emperor Guangwu to support the Han Dynasty, gathered nearly a million people in the green forest of Yanbei, and their momentum was like a rainbow.

The Qingzhou soldiers, tiger and leopard cavalry who helped Emperor Wu of Wei conquer the northern region a hundred years ago also numbered hundreds of thousands, and their military power was impressive.

Since the Qin Dynasty, for more than five hundred years, almost all the human armies that once moved mountains and rivers have appeared.

Although it is false, it is just an evolution of the formation.

However, immortal cultivators have been watching for a long time, and the basis for the evolution of formations comes from the past of the human world collected by various sects over hundreds of years.

The Tianhen Formation is a treasure trove of battlefield history for the past five hundred years.

"Block him! Block him!"

The monks from various sects swarmed back and fled. Although there was no way to escape, they still wanted to stay as far away from Xingtian as possible.

Let millions of troops stand between you and Xing Tian, ​​try your best to delay.

Maybe we can wait for a turn of events and rescue from the Immortal Sect or even other caves?

But it's all in vain.

"Alas..." Yuan Fu shook his head bitterly and full of self-mockery. He was like this before, but what's the use?

It's ridiculous to say that a group of powerful people who have lived for hundreds of years in the Dao realm don't even have the courage to fight Xing Tian at this moment.

Instead, he had to hide behind mortals and let countless ordinary soldiers stand in front of him to protect himself.

"Huh? These soldiers, my dominance and artistic conception are all useless, don't they have any consciousness?"

His artistic conception can steal souls, and his domineering power can make people frightened.

Even the monks were intimidated by his domineering power and dared not approach him, let alone the mortals.

However, countless armies were densely advancing towards him without any sign of retreating.

Yan Nu stared at a legion at the front. Its military discipline was strict and its array was neat.

He is wearing black armor and holding a sword, with a solemn expression.

Although they have vivid expressions, Yan Nu cannot seize their souls. In other words, they have no spirituality at all.

This hard-clad and tenacious iron army rolled forward, and a low and solemn military song sounded.

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. The king raised an army and repaired my spear. I share the same enemy with you!"

The heroic voice echoed in the air, and the dialect was so strong that Yan Nu couldn't hear it clearly, but he still felt the strong momentum of sharing the same hatred and the unyielding momentum.

Most of them are just one-yuan tempered bodies, but they give people the feeling of being crushed by a torrent.

"Great Qin warriors..." Master Yuan Fu muttered to himself from behind, with a rather nostalgic tone. He was from that era and had seen such an army with his own eyes.

Yan Nu's ears were sharp, and when he heard this, he realized that this was the Qin Army.

The last one, the army established by the Human Emperor.

"Tutu tutu!"

The Qin army pulled their powerful crossbows, and a rain of arrows covered the sky and sun.

Yan Nu charged forward, and the arrow rain tickled him like dust in the air.

"kill!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The horn sounded, and the Great Qin warriors kept their formation fixed, with firm eyes, determined to block the Yan slaves.

However, with a bang, Yan Nu instantly overwhelmed them. With such huge power, he was like a big plow, cutting through the sand.

Yan Slave had no interest in fighting these nearly illusory soldiers, and did not want to nor bother to kill them.

However, something amazing happened. His speed became slower and slower, and his body felt heavier and heavier.

"Um?"

Yan Nu was shocked. He was covered with people. These people hugged him tightly. The combination of hooks and physical bodies entangled him tightly.

And if that's the case, it's impossible for the army to stop him, because he has the power of a thousand dragons.

The power of one dragon is one hundred and twenty-five thousand catties, and the power of a thousand dragons is as high as one hundred and twenty-five million catties.

The Yellow Turban Warriors couldn't hold him down before, so how could he be held down by a mortal?

He turned around and was surprised to find that the densely packed army, after discovering his invulnerability, hugged each other, forming countless human-shaped chains, connecting each other's power.

He was dragged down by the weight of a million troops.

Such execution is obviously terrifying.

Because there were so many people, it seemed to be twisted into a rope at this moment, an extremely heavy rope.

But obviously, this comes at a high cost. Everything hanging on Yan Nu's body, and even the warriors near him, were all dead.

The pull of force made them no longer human, and their flesh and blood were mutilated.

There were at least tens of thousands of people, only corpses were left and they were still fighting each other. If there is a break, a follow-up army will immediately fill it up, and the discipline is extremely strict.

"Can it still be like this? My power can't even bear the strength of a half-immortal, but I am held back by an army of ordinary people?"

Yan Nu was surprised, even though he could break them up and get rid of the entanglement as long as he punched them repeatedly.

But what this legion did shocked him.

It's not like he has never fought against a million-strong army before, but compared to this army, the previous Yellow Turban Warriors were like a piece of loose sand.

Even if the strength of each individual body can crush this army countless times, at the same time, Yan Slave can only face dozens of enemies at most.

It wasn't until he faced this mortal army that he could clearly feel what it was like to be enemies with a million people.

You know, this number of people is really huge, like an ocean.

Many soldiers were so far away from him that they couldn't actually see him and didn't know what they were fighting.

But he still became part of the chain, executing orders and completing his own small set of missions.

Even though they were dragged and pulled to death by the terrifying divine power, they still held each other tightly and twisted together.

Everyone is a cog, and millions of people have one mind, just like one person, forming a huge war machine.

For the first time, Yan Nu realized the power of numbers.

"Isn't it said that I am unconscious? According to my situation, I used my weight to form human-shaped chains..."

Yan Nu was shocked and a little strange.

Yuan Fu told him a lot of things before, so he knew that the Zhen Qi Hua Bing was just a replica of the army from that year.

The tactics that can be executed are all the tactics that have been recorded and used before.

In other words, what Qin Jun did was not based on his current situation, but based on previous experience?

What kind of enemies did this legion have faced in the past, and it actually had such experience against terrifying divine power?

"Bang!"

Yan Nu stopped, but the army did not stop, and countless troops came forward.

The elite soldiers of Great Qin were not the only ones who evolved the formation. Everywhere they looked, there were all heroes.

Although the other armies were not as terrifying as the Qin army, they were also very brave. They used normal battlefield slashing methods. After finding that it was useless, they had no special tactics and just immediately changed to defending.

They raised their large shields, one after another, forming an extremely thick human wall, squeezing him.

Sure enough, the Qin army is special. Qin Jun's response was shockingly skillful.

However, the large number of powerful armies of the past dynasties are still very powerful. Although they are not as powerful as one person, they still know how to cooperate much better than the yellow scarf warriors.

Yan Nu took a step forward, and countless soldiers were killed. However, the soldiers that followed followed one after another, with no end in sight and high morale.

God knows how many powerful armies there have been in the past five hundred years. The monks from various sects are terrified. In order to stop him, they have created countless virtual people.

It's like a vast ocean.

Yan Nu took a deep breath and began to feel in awe of this dense, single-minded scene.

Thinking about it in his mind, of course he can kill them all. After all, he has endless physical strength and is immune to damage.

But this is such a waste of time, it's unnecessary, just go around it.

"call out!"

Yan Nu struggled hard, shook away thousands of people, and jumped up, like a meteor flying backwards into the sky.

Then it slipped from the sky and jumped up again. Repeatedly, the human army cannot fly and cannot stop him.

After several ups and downs, Yan Nu tried his best to reach the highest point.

Slamming into the air, flying into the void, like a meteorite, it struck diagonally towards the rear of countless armies, heading straight towards the trembling monks.

"boom!"

This blow was devastating and earth-shattering.

The monks from various sects wailed, shaking like dust, scattering in all directions, turning into a rain of meat and blood.

The Golden Body Stage and the Longevity Stage were unable to fight back at all. At such a close distance, they were completely enveloped by Yan Slave's domineering aura.

This is not just a feeling, but directly enters the scope of Chi You's domineering characteristic effect.

The shooter dare not shoot to the west because he is afraid of Xuanyuan's platform.

This kind of domineering force will forcibly arouse great fear in people's hearts, amplifying all the effects of panic and shock.

Don't dare to look directly, don't dare to be an enemy.

Such a harmonious artistic conception weakens the suppression, and many monks are extremely frightened and shaken.

Looking at Yan Nu is like seeing a godless king.

Some people knelt down in fear, while others fled in fear, but once they entered this formation, there was no way they could escape.

This is the formation they set up themselves, and they are reaping the consequences at this moment.

"Puff puff!"

Yan Nu went on a killing spree, killing them like dogs bereaved. The punches hit the flesh, and flesh and blood flew everywhere around them. These advanced people were reduced to bones and meat paste one by one.

This scene is like a trance when the scholars faced such a heroic man like him when he was conquering the Zhang family.

Among the immortal cultivators in the crowd, there were also strong warriors, but they were far behind compared to Yan Nu.

In fact, in the past three hundred years, the martial arts of aristocratic families has gradually faded away, and even the practitioners mostly prefer to be free and elegant magicians, rather than delving into the brutal and tyrannical methods of warriors.

"Xingtian! You alien thug! Barbarian beast!"

"You slaughtered us all today. This will definitely arouse the anger of the people, and the whole world will attack you together!"

"It's not a good death!"

The elder-level figure still had some backbone. Although he was frightened by the domineering force, he did not run away. Instead, he cursed loudly and did not want to die in embarrassment.

This is determined by the era in which they were born. Many great powers in the Lichen Stage were born in the Western Han Dynasty, and their personalities were extremely proud.

Yan Nu said in a deep voice: "Fight them together? If they don't look for me, I will look for them."

"The people of the mountains and seas are all human beings, but they have been slaughtered by you for three hundred years. I have to fight through every cave and sect one by one!"

Seeing that at this time, he was still saying nonsense that the people of Shanhai were human beings, many monks couldn't help but change their expressions.

I have heard this many times, but now I have a different feeling.

I used to think that Xing Tian was talking nonsense, and he said this deliberately so that they would not throw the Shanhai people in, or even get all the Shanhai people out, so that Xing Tian could go out.

But now that they have all rolled in, let alone the people of Shanhai, even they themselves can't get out, and they are being killed here like chickens and dogs.

Xing Tian dominates the audience and has life and death at his fingertips, so why should he insist on this point of view?

"Impossible... How do these alien races look like humans? Why do the gods want to lie to us?"

"Kill Xing Tianqian if you want, don't mess with my Taoist mind!"

Elder Lushan retorted excitedly, unwilling to accept such a thing.

This kind of truth is really devastating. Many of them have the blood of aliens on their hands and they simply dare not believe this kind of thing.

Even though in my heart, I have begun to believe it.

"Please go die." Yan Nu didn't bother to explain. He really had no evidence. He kept holding on and the monks died one by one.

At this time, Luo Yan's voice suddenly came from behind: "Of course it's because of the Jedi Heavenly Power."

"Di Gaoyang expelled the gods, how can we believe the words of the gods? Zhuanxu in the God Realm today is just a false god."

"The gods are the agents of heaven. They override people's hearts for the destiny of heaven. What can't they do?"

"The ancient ancestors finally drove away the gods and made people's hearts higher than their destiny. But you have made the same mistakes again and are bent on serving the way of heaven. How sad."

Yan Nu turned around and saw Luo Yan and Miao Han coming in.

"Why did you come in?"

The remaining monks were also very surprised. Didn't Luo Yan want to guard the Wall of Withering? Not an expounder? Why don't you care? Actively enter the Tianhen Formation?

"Don't you want me to find out the truth? Why not stay here." Luo Yan said with a smile.

Yan Nu groaned: "What can you do?"

Luo Yan looked at the mighty human army and frowned: "You will withdraw the troops as soon as possible, otherwise I will let you have a taste of my devil's method of torturing the immortals."

The twenty-odd elders of the Lichen Stage, all of whom were forming formations, twitched their mouths after hearing this.

However, the elders of Lushan looked strange. They knew that this was spread by the Immortal Sect.

In fact, the demonic way is famous for torturing the immortals, just using some immortal cultivators to test the rare objects.

However, these human armies are indeed useless. The lives of the remaining people are in Xingtian's hands. There is no point in resisting. Instead, they want to see whether the so-called truth is true before they die.

As a result, the formation organizers waved their hands and dispersed countless formation soldiers.

This allowed the tens of thousands of Shanhai citizens who were thrown in from a distance to run over quickly and gather behind Yan Nu.

They beat their chests and feet, roared out ancient songs, and prostrated themselves in worship.

Yuan Fu also walked over silently, looking thoughtfully at the worship of these strange people towards Xing Tian.

"Don't kneel, get up." Yan Nu shouted.

But they couldn't understand Yan Nu's words.

"Have you learned their language?" Yan Nu asked Luo Yan.

Luo Yan shook his head: "No, but it's not difficult."

As a master of the mechanism, his thinking speed is extremely fast and he can make thousands of turns. The ability to learn languages ​​can be said to be very strong.

It's just that he didn't consider this before and didn't study the language of the people of Shanhai.

After all, as a person in the demonic path, it is difficult to come to the cave. Every time I come, I just run away after getting into trouble, so I don't have the skills.

"Just now outside, I have collected the language data of the Shanhai people, and they are generally able to communicate."

As he spoke, he cut open his heart and lungs and took out a piece of bronze organ.

"This is part of my wit. Use it to speak and you can translate."

Sure enough, as soon as Luo Yan said these last words, the bronze organ immediately made a strange sound. The people of Shanhai who were nearby were stunned and looked at Luo Yan, because they understood.

"In this illusion, the mechanism can still be used?" Yan Nu was surprised.

Miao Han explained on the side: "This formation does not understand the way of mechanisms, and Luo Yan's mechanisms are actually his body, so they are all counted as physical functions."

Yan Nu suddenly understood, Luo Yan smiled, and immediately took out another piece and threw it to a Shanhai citizen in the field.

This allowed everyone to finally understand the call of the crooked fang.

"Emperor Yan! Emperor Yan!"

The Shanhai nationals shouted towards Yan Nu, and everyone present was stunned.

Isn't it Xingtian? How to call him Emperor Yan?

Miaohan looked at Luo Yan and asked, is there something wrong with your translation database? Or maybe Luo Yan joined the private trade and deliberately recorded Xing Tian as Emperor Yan.

After all, Yan Nu wants to become the Heaven-defying Immortal Emperor, and since he is a fire virtue and his name is Yan, it is just appropriate to call him Emperor Yan.

But there is no need to endorse him with the title of Ancient Emperor. The title is not important. This is a bit unnecessary for Luo Yan.

Miaohan persuaded in a low voice. Unexpectedly, Luo Yan was also confused and stunned when faced with this situation: "Don't look at me, there is no way I can do this."

Miaohan was also confused now. Isn't Yan Nu's decapitated image obvious? Why call him Emperor Yan?

"Take off the horns." Miao Han looked at Yan Nu and found that he was wearing a horn helmet. This was probably misleading.

Yan Nu did as he was told and took off the horns, but the sound continued to come out of the bronze organ.

"Emperor Yan! Emperor Yan!"

"Fire! Fire!"

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p.s: Sorry. Just this chapter, actually there are quite a lot of words. The explanation behind it is a bit complicated, and I’m still struggling.