Chapter 2045 2 Armies Confrontation [He Lian Xiaolian League]
Chapter 2045 The two armies confront each other [He Lian Xiaolian League]
Lin Ming laughed dumbly when he saw Xiao Moxian. He said, "It's fine, we will suppress our cultivation to the Divine Sea Stage, and we will suppress our strength to the first four gates of the first eight gates of Dunjia. "
Lin Ming and Lin Huang's flesh was naked, and both had the blood of divine beasts.
"It's time to warm up before the battle." Seeing that Xiao Moxian's expression was not very good, Lin Ming shrugged.
However, Xiao Moxian still couldn't laugh. Even with Lin Ming around, it would be difficult for her to relax when facing the Son of Fortune and the most powerful Fortune Corps of the Holy Clan.
All the people in this fleet are the most loyal warriors who fought all the way with Xiao Moxian.
Today, they face death as their fate and face off against the Son of Creation. Facing an enemy ten times stronger than themselves, they can still ignite a boiling will to fight.
All of this came from their racial glory, from the blood in their bones, and from their trust in Lin Ming.
However, although they are not afraid of death, Xiao Moxian doesn't want them to sacrifice like this. She hopes that as many of her followers will survive as possible, they are all the cutest people.
"Well, I see."
Lin Ming understood Xiao Moxian's thoughts and signaled Lin Huang to stop fighting. At this moment, his heart suddenly moved, and he felt the throbbing of the wild soul in his soul sea.
The throbbing this time was several times stronger than the previous encounter with the Legion of Desolation!
To have such a reaction, there is no doubt, there is only one possibility!
"What's wrong?" The sensitive little Moxian noticed Lin Ming's abnormality.
"fine."
Lin Ming waved his hand, walked out of the practice room, and walked towards the outer square of the Hunyuan Temple.
Hunyuan Tiangong has been disguised as the flagship of the Demon Immortal Palace. The Holy Son of Fortune didn't have much impression of the Hunyuan Tiangong. With the camouflage of the ancient seal of the sky, he could not recognize it.
Many of the warriors of the Demon Immortal Palace came to the platform of the Spirit Ship after knowing that Lin Ming had walked out, waiting for Lin Ming.
One by one, they stood up straight like green pines!
This entire army contains a solemn and solemn, iron-blooded imposing manner!
"In a little while, we may have to fight against the ace army of the Holy Race - the Legion of Creation. What do you think?"
Lin Ming asked with a smile. With such a big battle approaching, everyone was tensing up, but Lin Ming was still able to laugh, which immediately made many soldiers stare. As expected of the first hero of the human race, he can still talk and laugh at this time.
Invisibly, affected by Lin Ming's composure, the tight string in their minds loosened a little.
"Fuck them!" A martial artist rolled up his sleeves and shouted.
"Killing one is enough, killing two is enough, even if you bite with your teeth, you have to bite off the head of the saints!"
"Whoever is afraid of death is a bitch!"
There was a soldier who looked like a ruffian and shouted carelessly, but when he shouted these words, he noticed that Xiao Moxian, who was standing beside Lin Ming, was wearing a frosty mask.
He immediately shrank his neck and said, "Whoever is afraid of death is a coward!"
Lin Ming smiled, "You seem to be ready to make sacrifices?"
"Sacrifice is a fart,
Even if it was a knife mountain oil pan, the brothers jumped down without frowning! "
Several big men shouted while pulling their necks, and they waved the big knives in their hands to show their determination to be brave and not afraid of death.
"According to your words, it seems that we are not going to fight, but like... going to commit suicide?"
Lin Ming's sudden rhetorical question stunned the warriors present. Before because of Lin Ming's pre-war mobilization, because they had been suppressed for too long, it was like a powder keg that exploded at one point. Now it is with the Legion of Creation. This frightening enemy is going head-to-head, and they are all ready to throw their heads and shed their blood, which is taken for granted by many people.
This must be a tragic battle, even if Lin Ming can deal with the Holy Son of Fortune alone - the other Heavenly Venerates of the Fortune Corps are not vegetarians, these people alone are ten times stronger than their Demon Immortal Palace.
These powerful and thorny enemies must be handed over to them to deal with. They must hold back this powerful enemy and buy time for Lin Ming to deal with the Son of Fortune.
Most people take it for granted that war should be fought like this, general to general, soldier to soldier!
In the face of a powerful enemy, they might even be wiped out, but they still fought bravely without fear of death. As for how much they sacrificed, they didn't even think about it.
What they want - blood and dignity!
Until Lin Ming asked such a rhetorical question, many people were a little stunned. Could this battle with such a huge gap in strength still have a chance?
It was even possible that Lin Ming had already contacted the reinforcements?
Thinking of this, many people's minds moved.
Lin Ming continued: "Not afraid of sacrifice is an essential quality for a legion with combat effectiveness, but not only warriors, but also ordinary people are not afraid of death! Meaningless sacrifice is not advisable, it will only turn you into the enemy's military merit. Talking about showing off, even at the last moment, we should not give up our lives easily, but use it for the greatest value!"
"If each of you can do this, then we will be invincible!"
Lin Ming's words made many human warriors calm down for a while.
A bloody legion is terrifying, but a legion that can calm down in blood is even more terrifying.
At this moment, Lin Ming drew out the Dark Dragon Spear.
hum-
A long trembling sound was transmitted into the starry sky like a dragon roar.
Lin Ming said loudly: "Now, everyone will take their places. You have about a stick of incense to prepare. After that, we will meet the Creation Legion! At that time, everyone will obey my orders!"
A stick of incense! !
Hearing Lin Ming's words, the disciples of the Demon Immortal Palace were all shocked. They heard Lin Ming say "in a while" that they were going to fight, but they didn't expect that this "in a while" was so short!
Everyone ran to their positions at the fastest speed.
"What about me?" Xiao Moxian said hurriedly.
"Just follow me." Lin Ming said as he strode into the Primordial Heaven Palace.
The time for a stick of incense is extremely short. In fact, before a stick of incense was reached, the troops of the human race saw the dark army of good fortune in the distance!
The spirit ships and the Tiangong fortresses are as magnificent as the Great Wall of Steel!
This legion is headed by a huge blood-colored sphere, waving thick tentacles, as large as a star.
This is naturally the avatar of Huang's avatar, and on the side of the avatar of Huang's body is a golden temple.
This shrine is also half the size of Huang, it is sprayed with wanton Gang Yuan, surrounded by a golden mask, this is the Holy Palace of Fortune - the fairy palace of the true gods!
This Immortal Palace, usually located in Shengluotian, is the main hall of the forces of the Holy Emperor of Fortune!
And people call the forces of the Holy Emperor of Fortune, and they are used to referring to the Holy Palace of Fortune. It can be seen that this temple is terrifying, and it can be said to be the landmark of Sheng Luotian.
Now that the Holy Emperor of Fortune has a desolate deity, it is no longer necessary to rely on the Holy Fortune Palace to fight, nor the Holy Son of Fortune, so the Holy Fortune Palace is left to the Fortune Corps as the flagship.
The nine top Heavenly Venerates are now responsible for driving the Holy Palace of Fortune. Together, they can barely exert the power of this terrifying war fortress.
When Demon Immortal Palace and Good Fortune Legion met, not to mention the huge gap in strength, just in terms of momentum, Good Fortune Legion had completely overwhelmed Demon Immortal Palace! The comparison between the two is like a strong man against a baby.
"Hahaha! Ji Xian'er, you are really stupid! You really came to the door." The Son of Fortune stood on the blood and flesh of Huang, laughing wantonly, looking at the fleet of Demon Immortal Palace like a prey. .
In the Hunyuan Heavenly Palace, Xiao Moxian gritted her silver teeth and looked angrily at the Son of Fortune outside the Heavenly Palace formation.
"Although it's not easy to deal with you, I'm enough alone, but I still dispatched the strongest combat power to ensure that nothing is lost. You have no chance, and I will not make mistakes. You should be content to let me deal with you in such a way!"
When the Holy Son of Fortune said this, he suddenly waved his hand, "The space is sealed!!"
After he gave an order, headed by the Holy Palace of Creation, dozens of holy clan spirit ships lit up with divine light. These divine lights shot into the void and formed a huge optical network. The optical network continued to spread, and finally formed A huge enchantment was formed, and the space with a radius of one million miles was sealed.
Such a large formation is based on the main defensive formation of the Holy Palace of Creation. It is not easy to activate or remove it, and it may require a huge amount of energy to activate it once.
After the arrangement of the big array, the general spirit ships do not even want to break through, unless the spirit ships of the Demon Immortal Palace launch a combined attack, but the Son of Fortune will naturally not give them this opportunity.
"Do you like it? Ji Xian'er, this is the cage I prepared for you. I took great pains to catch you, but you will soon understand why I want to catch you so much. After a few days, I will Give you a surprise!"
"If you are more acquainted, then surrender to me quickly, be my slave girl, and serve me well every day, then I will save your life and enjoy it slowly."
The Son of Fortune smiled wantonly, and at this moment, the flagship of the Demon Immortal Palace responded. This was the voice of the little Demon Immortal, cold and crisp—
"Stupid!" The simple words made Saint Son Fortune's face sank.
The crisp voice continued to sound, "If you are more sensible, you can quickly surrender to me and be my dog, but... I still can't stand it. With such a dog, I feel sick."
Xiao Moxian confronted each other, and the Son of Fortune grinned, "Very well, I was afraid that you would not be in the fleet, and let a group of men come down to die. Since you are here, then I can rest assured that the flagship will be handed over to me, and the rest will be handed over to me. For you, kill them without leaving a piece of armor, don't let any of them go."
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