Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 1189 One hundred thousand troops march together
"Your shadow?"

Jiang Mo suddenly understood that since the colorful giant has such a huge body, it is normal for his shadow to be shocking.

"Exactly."

The colorful giant nodded, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and his face gradually became horrified.

"This is...the place of returning to the ruins?"

The colorful giant said with some surprise.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo was startled: "How do you know this place?"

"I live in this land, a native of Guixu!"

"I didn't expect that the land of returning to the ruins has changed so much now."

"I remember that there were no mountains surrounded by thousands of miles to the west."

"Didn't I already fall during the great war in the Middle Ages?"

"How did you return to the Land of Return?"

After the colorful giant experienced the initial confusion, his expression gradually became dignified.

"Falled?"

"Could it be that you are from another time and space?"

Jiang Mo was also very surprised. He picked up the ancient magic book of Heaven and Dao, on which it was impressively written about the colorful giant.

"The land of returning to the ruins, the ancient sage 10 years ago. He fell in that battle of returning to the ruins!"

"An ancient sage 10 years ago?!"

Jiang Mo said with some horror.

In other words, the strong man he summoned this time was actually a local strong man from the Land of Return to the Ruins.

But it has fallen since the Middle Ages.

"What level of strength do you have now?"

Jiang Mo couldn't help asking.

As soon as he saw the big yellow cat's expression, he knew that the strength of this Guixu ancient sage was definitely not weak.

Otherwise, with the arrogance of a big yellow cat, how could he show any fear?

"Um……"

The ancient sages of Guixu clenched his fists, and waves of surging power, like the tide in the sea, surged up.

Surging boundless power was rippling in his body and bones.

"Although I am not as strong as I was back then, I should have the cultivation base of the peak of the rank eight pseudo-emperor realm!"

After thinking for a moment, Guixu Guxian spoke.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo and the big yellow cat gasped.

None of them expected that more than 3000 void magic stones would summon a powerful man.

The big yellow cat knew in his heart that even if he mastered immortal martial arts, it would be impossible to cross the border and defeat the powerhouse at the peak of the rank eight false emperor.

If the difference of one star between martial saints is a gap, then the difference of one star in the pseudo-emperor realm, especially after the sixth turn of the pseudo-emperor realm, is the real natural moat, even for immortal martial arts, it is very difficult make up.

"In this way, the current Zhentian Pavilion is my weakest."

Jiang Mo smiled wryly and shook his head.

Many of the strong men gathered under him now are strong men in the pseudo-emperor realm. Although Jiang Mo's combat power is not weak, he can't compare with them for the time being.

"My lord, don't think too much. Compared with your personal combat power, your lord needs to grasp the overall situation. It's more important than what us vulgar people have to do."

"Looking at ancient and modern times, which emperor would fight on the battlefield?"

Guixu Guxian said comfortingly with a smile.

The memory implanted in him by the ancient magic book of Heaven and Dao is to submit to Jiang Mo, and now that he has returned to the place where he returned to the ruins 10 years ago, his heart is full of enthusiasm.

Regarding this, Jiang Mo smiled, and he also knew what his immediate task was.

The entire Zhentian Pavilion must be stabilized. Even though Miluo Tiangong provoked several times, Jiang Mo did not make Zhentian Pavilion launch a full-scale counterattack.

He knows that the most important thing now is to fight steadily, step by step, and accumulate strength!
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Tianwu bank.

At this moment, nearly [-] monks have gathered outside the city.

This is the full power of Tianwu Bank in the land of returning to the ruins. Ever since Jiang Mo started killing here last time, the head of Tianwu Bank has been ordering Tianwu City to close.

During this period of time, he has continuously issued orders to the sub-masters of the other three domains, asking them to gather all their forces and prepare to fight to the northern domain.

As for the sub-rudder in the Northern Territory, it has been wiped out by Jiang Mo.

After all, at the beginning, Jiang Mo brought people with him, but there was a lot of trouble in Tianwu City, and almost everyone saw it.

If this shame is not washed away, I am afraid that Tianwu Bank will not be able to hold its head up in front of people in the future.

"Is everyone here?"

The chief rudder of Tianwu Bank stood in the sky and shouted coldly.

On his left and right sides are the sub-masters of the three domains.

This time, there were nearly six or seven strong men in the pseudo-emperor realm alone, including the powerful casual cultivators hired by Tianwu Bank at a high price.

"The 8000 people in the southern domain sub-helm, the assembly is complete!"

"There are 3000 people at the helm of the Eastern Region, and the assembly is complete!"

"The 1000 people at the helm of the Western Regions are assembled!"

"There are 3 people at the helm, the assembly is complete!"

A series of orderly and dull shouts swept across the sky.

"Okay, today you and I will cross the long journey and fight to the Northern Territory. I will personally behead Jiang Mo's head, and use the blood of Zhentian Pavilion to wash away the shame suffered by Tianwu Bank!"

After the words fell, the army of 10,000+ monks jumped onto the warships in the sky with a bang.

The battleship was propelled by the Yuanli formation, and millions of Yuanshi were thrown into the Yuanli formation.

Tianwu Bank has spent so much trouble, it can be seen how determined it is.

However, Tianwu Bank did not know what kind of bloody storm it would be involved in going to the Northern Territory this time.

If he knew, presumably the chief rudder would never issue such an order.

When the army of 10,000+ monks in Tianwu Bank swept towards the northern region, an old figure from Miluo Tiangong fell in front of the gate of Miluo Tiangong, spitting blood.

"This is... Old Peng!"

The gatekeeper disciple ran over to take a look, and after recognizing Mr. Peng's face, his legs trembled in shock.

Elder Peng's status in the Land of Return to the Ruins is second only to General Tu. Even in the outside world, his status is extremely high.

Who could hurt him like this?

"General Tu, it's not good!"

The disciple guarding the door didn't have time to help Mr. Peng up, so Fei Ye seemed to report the matter.

Not long after, Mr. Peng was brought back to the main hall.

"How is this going?"

Tu Sandao sat on the first seat with a gloomy and ugly expression.

At this moment, after Old Peng took the elixir specially made by Miluo Tiangong, a tinge of blood returned to his face.

"Cough cough..." He coughed, with blood overflowing, and said, "The people brought by this old man... are all dead..."

"The old man almost died there too..."

"That's it."

Old Peng said intermittently.

"How is this possible?!" Tu Sandao stood up suddenly, with an expression of disbelief on his face, "Old Peng, you have the strength of the sixth-rank pseudo-emperor!"

"Hehe, the sixth-rank false emperor? If the old man hadn't had a life-saving talisman bestowed by His Majesty the Empress, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come back now!"

Old Peng smiled self-deprecatingly.

After he finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence...

(End of this chapter)