Chapter 1427: Hundreds of Tribes Come Forward

Zhang Jun could not have expected that the counterattack of the nobles of Daxia would be so strong. Almost every city had a large-scale attack on the land and the city god.

Ruyi City in the central region of Daxia. Ruyi City is a medium-sized city in Daxia. There are tens of thousands of cities like this in Daxia. There are nearly 100 million residents living in Ruyi City. It is a beautiful city surrounded by mountains on one side and water on three sides. But today, the local nobles united with the noble forces nearby and formed a group of a celestial master, nine emperors, and hundreds of other powerful lords, leading a large number of monks to attack the City God Temple of Ruyi City. The City God in the temple is not very old, only in his twenties. Zhang Jun's canonization made him a master of Daojue level.

Suddenly, the face of the City God changed, and his figure flashed, and he was outside the temple. Seeing a large number of masters coming, he was fearless and shouted in a deep voice: "Who is coming?"

Among the people who came, the Tianshi-level strong man laughed wildly: "My City God, you have been dominating in Ruyi City for a while, now it's time to step down! Kill him!"

After the words fell, everyone killed him without hesitation. The City God has limited strength, how can he be the enemy of this group of masters? In an instant, the City God was seriously injured and was eventually suppressed by the Tianshi. If no one rescued him, he would have a very sad end.

Not only Ruyi City, every city, mountain, river, and place with land and mountain gods were besieged by a large number of masters. After all, the number of these land and mountain gods canonized by Zhang Jun was small and their strength was limited, so most of them fell. The land and mountain gods were either suppressed or beheaded, and very few were spared.

As the emperor of the human race, Zhang Jun felt many changes at the first time. His face changed and he said angrily: "This is too much!"

At this moment, everyone was still welcoming Hua Buyi. Seeing Zhang Jun's ugly face, they asked the reason. After listening to Zhang Jun's explanation, everyone felt it was difficult. Before Zhang Jun could react, someone suddenly came to report that the envoy of Daxia had arrived.

The envoy of Daxia turned out to be an old acquaintance, Shen Gonghu who had issued edicts many times. Shen Gonghu was very respectful. After paying homage to Zhang Jun, he presented the letter of Emperor Xia with both hands: "Your Majesty, I am ordered to deliver the letter of Emperor Xia."

Zhang Jun took the letter and shook it open, and a ball of light rose. The light evolved and changed, gradually forming an image. On the image, a barren land was shown, which was the western border of Daxia. In the image, there were soldiers lined up in black, and their image was quite different from that of the human race.

"Hundreds of races!"

Seeing this image, people exclaimed, knowing that the hundreds of races had finally sent troops!

Zhang Jun looked calm. He stretched out his hand and the image shattered. Shen Gonghu immediately said, "Your Majesty, hundreds of tribes have raised troops to the north of Daxia. Emperor Xia said that Daxia may not be able to resist with its strength. I hope Your Majesty can send troops to help and protect the human race."

Zhang Jun did not answer, but said, "You have worked hard all the way. Please go down and rest."

Shen Gonghu did not dare to say more and was invited to go down. Zong Yuan hurriedly asked, "Dad, what should we do? Should we take action? I think Emperor Xia must have bad intentions. Once we take action, I am afraid we will be pushed to the front, which will benefit Daxia."

Everyone roughly agreed with Zong Yuan's observation of the battle, and said, "Yes. Emperor Xia must want to push us to the front to withstand the attacks of hundreds of tribes so that he can reap the benefits. We can't be fooled."

Everyone said something at the same time, and few agreed to send troops. Only Qinglian sighed and said, "But don't forget that there are tens of billions of innocent people in Daxia. If we don't take action, their fate will be very miserable."

Everyone wanted to say something, but Zhang Jun waved his hand and said, "You don't have to say more. In this chaotic world, someone has to stand up and do something. Otherwise, the human race will really perish. Daxia alone may not be able to resist the attacks of the Hundred Races."

Speaking of this, he called out Xiaoqiang and said, "How are the war weapons prepared?"

Xiaoqiang said, "Everything is ready and can be used at any time."

Zhang Jun said, "Very good. We will lead the army and advance from south to north to suppress the Daxia nobles who attack the land and mountain gods first!"

"Do we have to kill them?" Bai Yujing asked, "It would be a pity to kill them. It would be better to send them to the army. Since they like to fight, let them fight with the Hundred Races."

Zhang Jun agreed and said, "Okay."

Xiaoqiang has been fully preparing for the war with the Hundred Races. Especially in his cave of refining the plane, there are a lot of resources in the entire plane for him to build war tools. A large number of weapons such as sacred warships, war dragon cannons, emperor armor, doomsday light armor, and devouring light waves were built in the war space.

In order to build this batch of war tools, Zhang Jun's family assets were almost emptied. However, the effect is also very obvious. The equipment he made is now enough for all dragon warriors. Under Xiaoqiang's dispatch, all the dragon warriors who have practiced well were equipped with suitable weapons.

Among them, about 30 million of the 180 million dragon emperors are equipped with emperor armor. This emperor armor is powerful and can increase the strength of the dragon emperor by a level. The remaining 150 million dragon emperors are divided into three armies, each with 50 million emperors.

Each army is divided into five divisions, each with 10 million emperors; then, each division is divided into ten regiments, each with 1 million emperors; under the regiment, there are ten camps, including 100,000 emperors. The smallest unit is called a share, and each share consists of 10,000 emperors.

Each group, that is, the battle formation formed by 100,000 dragon sons, has a total strength of more than 100 billion Jing. However, if they use the third killing formation, this value will increase to hundreds of billions Jing, or even trillion Jing. Moreover, the third killing formation can be infinitely combined, thus producing extremely terrifying lethality.

A group of dragon sons is qualified to fight against a Shuntian monarch. One hundred and fifty million dragon sons are almost equivalent to fifteen thousand Shuntian monarchs!

Of course, the total number of dragons has already exceeded the trillion mark, and dragon sons only account for a small number of them. More dragon cultivators are at the level of Dao Jue and Fa Jue. Among them, there are more than eight billion dragon Dao Zun and more than fifty billion Fa Jue cultivators. The dragon race can achieve such a great achievement, which is naturally inseparable from the ten generations of reproduction in the plane cave and the nourishment of the huge amount of Great Saint Dragon Breath.

In fact, the blood of the tenth generation of dragons is already quite pure. They often have strong strength at birth, and it is reasonable for them to have the current combat power. Zhang Jun naturally had arrangements for these 8 billion Dao Zuns and 50 billion Mages. Every 100 million Dragon Dao Zuns controlled a sacred warship, and every 100 million Dragon Mages controlled a chariot.

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