Chapter 1608: 50 Million Kneels Together

Chapter 1608 fifty million kneels together

"The Great Chu Heavenly Court." This sound caused a sensation in Xuanhuang, and everyone who listened to it trembled.

At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, Ye Chen, who was buried in his head, raised his head subconsciously, and his dim eyes flickered.

He stared blankly outside the mountain, and the four words of the Great Chu Heavenly Court reverberated infinitely, but it was a roar from the soul.

After more than 300 years, he heard this name in a foreign country again, which made him burst into tears, and made his blood that had been silent for a hundred years boil.

"It's them, it's them." His eyes were full of tears, as if he could see Da Chu's relatives, they, coming across countless thousands of miles.

"Where did this sound come from?" On the throne of Xutian outside the mountain, Feng Xian got up and frowned.

"A huge army of monks has landed in Xuanhuang from Xinghai." The second prince of Jinwu came from afar, and he seemed to have heard the news and came to report the news.

"Huge, how big." Feng Xian couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

"More than five thousand." Second Prince Jinwu said immediately.

"More than 5,000, how dare you call it a monk army?" The third prince of Kunpeng, who was on the side, was amused and laughed.

"It's more than fifty million, that's enough." Second Prince Jinwu glanced at Third Prince Kunpeng.

As soon as these words came out, Kunpeng almost fell into the sky in shock.

Not only was he shocked, Feng Xian was also shocked. More than 50 million cultivators, what a number, spread out in the void of the earth, and it was impossible to see the end at a glance.

"How can there be such a large number of monks' troops." Prince Yaqi and others all looked at the second prince of the Golden Crow, "I know which power it is."

"I don't know how to listen? The one who shouted was Da Chu Tianting."

"Great Chu Heavenly Court?" Everyone frowned and looked at each other, they had never heard of this force in their memory.

"Come here, 50 million have come to Zhongzhou." When everyone frowned, Cangling Divine Son rushed over, and was shocked and pale.

"Come to Zhongzhou." God of Punishment narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wuzhishan subconsciously, "They, shouldn't they be Ye Chen's people! They came to save him?"

"He? Will he be so generous? Fifty million monks,

You look too high on him too. "Jinwu sneered.

"But what if it's true? Now that the battle is going on, this possibility is not ruled out." With a word from the misty goddess, the hearts of the people present could not help but tremble.

If this is the case, how scary Ye Chen's identity must be, and more than 50 million monks are involved in the rescue.

"Whether it's true or not, we'll know after a while." Feng Xian snorted coldly, stepped down, and disappeared into the ethereal nothingness.

Although her cheeks were covered with frost, she couldn't hide her paleness. An extremely bad premonition emerged spontaneously, and that ominous premonition made her heart tremble.

Jinwu Kunpeng and the others also fled one after another, trying to find a place to stare at Wuzhi Mountain, and also want to see if the 50 million monks came to Zhongzhou to save Ye Chen.

"The Great Chu Heavenly Court." The Heavenly Court army was roaring all the way, accompanied by thunder, the mountains and rivers were shattered.

The battle was so great that the monks who were wandering outside hid in the ancient city, for fear that they would be swallowed up accidentally, and even the Great Sage did not dare to come forward.

That is the four pitch-dark oceans, covering the sky with darkness, and the land has lost the light it should have.

"This... Which force is this person!" The ancient city walls were filled with people, looking from a distance, and even the tone of their speech trembled.

"God knows, more than 50 million monks have their own teleportation gates, and teleportation arrays are not used."

"East Wilderness, West Mo, South Region and North Mountain, all of them are going to Zhongzhou. Could it be to save Ye Chen?"

"Not sure, but see you soon."

"Look at the back and follow, you have to take a look." Many daring cultivators have already left the ancient city one after another, trailing from a distance, not daring to follow too close.

Under the attention of the Quartet, the Heavenly Court army that came from Beiyue in the southern region of the East and West Mo, entered Zhongzhou in no particular order.

Their pace did not stop, and they went straight to the Wuzhi Mountain in the center. The icy murderous aura made the world freeze into ice inch by inch, and the air was still.

After the Heavenly Court army, there were also a lot of people who followed. Although it was 80% sure that these 50 million people came for Ye Chen, they still wanted to see it.

"It's really something happened to Ye Chen." On the top of a mountain, Chi Yangzi and the white-haired Wuji were standing as if they could see Wuzhi Mountain through the mist.

"A bloody storm is inevitable." Wujizi sighed, "If those people in Dachu go mad, the entire heavens and myriad domains will turn into mountains of bones."

"Go to Phoenix Valley first." Chi Yangzi turned around immediately, "What nonsense, Phoenix has been self-proclaimed in Xuanhuang for more than a hundred years, and doesn't he know anything about the outside world?"

"In her eyes, there has always been only Taixuzi." Wujizi shook his head helplessly, "Even if she leaves the customs, she will not be able to stop the coming catastrophe."

"The Great Chu Heavenly Court." The roar from Zhongzhou, full of infinite magic power, opened up in all directions.

I don't know when, the roaring roar was annihilated.

The Heavenly Court army has arrived at Wuzhi Mountain, with Wuzhi Mountain as the center, one person standing at a meter, a neat formation of monks, covering a hundred thousand miles of heaven and earth.

Overlooking the sky, it is a black cloud curtain, covering 100,000 miles of sky and 100,000 miles of land.

They are all carrying swords on their backs, holding war swords in their hands, men wearing armors, women wearing battle clothes, and their cloaks are swaying with the great Chu battle flag.

The barren grass on Wuzhi Mountain was full of blood and bones. Ye Chen was under the mountain and was crushed for a hundred years.

"We're late." Xie Yun, Situ Nan, Xiong Er, Shangguan Hanyue, Shangguan Yuer and the others had already rushed forward, tears streaming down their faces, and they could not cry.

Across the mountain, they could still see the old body, whose hands, feet and neck were chained with chains.

He is Ye Chen! The Holy Master of the Heavenly Court, who is the most powerful in the world, and the commander-in-chief of the Great Chu, is now so humble and worn down by the years.

Looking at him, everyone's eyes were full of tears, blurring their vision and blurring their minds.

It was him who led the entire army of Dachu monks to charge.

It was him who paid the blood debt for Da Chu Yinghun.

It was him who came to the heavens and the world from the faraway Great Chu, carrying the hope of his hometown, just to bring them home.

A hundred years of black holes in space, a hundred years of hard searching, and a hundred years of dark suppression, the best three hundred years of his life, all in the loneliness along the way, dedicated to the sad years, and became old and unbearable.

"I have seen the Holy Master." More than 50 million cultivators of Chu choked in unison, and countless ancestors and juniors all threw off Lie Lie's cloak at the same time, slammed, and kowtowed to Ye Chen collectively with one knee.

This sound, like a thunder in the sky, filled the sky.

As soon as he knelt down, the earth of 100,000 miles swayed.

This should be a shocking picture.

More than 50 million cultivators, what a huge array, and collectively kowtow, what kind of glory is that.

"Ye... Ye Chen arrives... where is it sacred!" Looking at the more than 50 million monks kneeling on the ground, everyone was shocked, and their hearts trembled with the words.

"More than 50 million cultivators kneel together, this kind of supreme glory, only the Great Emperor can bear it!"

"This scene should be a legend, and it will definitely become a myth, and it will be passed down by future generations."

"I said, what is the origin of that kid!" On the top of a distant mountain, Long Jie scratched his head fiercely, looking at Kui Niu and Little Ape Emperor, "Fifty million people kowtow, give it to me quickly Terrified."

Not only he was watching, but the Southern Emperor and Beisheng were also watching.

"The Holy Master of Heaven, the Emperor of Great Chu." Kui Niu's lips were a little dry, "That's what the old man said."

"Holy Master of Heaven, Emperor of Great Chu?" Everyone frowned. Rao, the experienced Southern Emperor and Northern Sage, also looked at each other, and then shook their heads.

"It's impossible." On a mountain farther away, Feng Xian, Jinwu Kunpeng and Ye Chen's many enemies were all pale and could not accept this fact.

They don't know who Ye Chen is, and they may make fifty million monks kowtow collectively, and they know how terrible Ye Chen's identity and origin are with their butts.

They were afraid, and their hearts could not help trembling.

It was only at this moment that they really understood what kind of existence they had provoked, and one of his orders was enough to make the blood flow into the rivers of the heavens and the world.

At the bottom of the Five Fingers Mountain, Ye Chen's old body was already trembling, and the old tears dripped wetly on his face and beard.

For more than 300 years, he did not expect Heavenly Court to remember him, so he did not hesitate to come to Xuanhuang across the star field.

At this moment, although he was surrounded by a strong death energy, his spirit seemed to be a little younger.

He finally lasted until this moment, was not swallowed up by the years, and lasted until the day when the heavenly court reunited.

"This shouldn't be your tomb." Situ Nan hissed and smashed Ye Chen's tombstone standing at the foot of the mountain with one palm.

"Boom, blast away this damned Wuzhi Mountain." Xie Yun wiped away his tears and roared frantically.

When the words fell, he raised his hands to the sky and mobilized the source.

Just like him, the 50 million monks in Heaven suddenly stood up, raised their hands, and pointed their fingers to the sky.

But seeing that each of them is surrounded by divine light in the palm of their hands, that is the power of the source and the foundation of cultivation.

Under the gazes of all directions, one after another divine light soared into the sky, gathered in the sky, and gathered into a round of suns.

Suddenly, the virtual sky collapsed, the sky exploded, and it became pitch black, leaving only the bright sun.

It is like a scorching sun at the end of the day, any light in the world, in front of it, is dim to colorless.

It is too big, like a giant mountain of 8,000 feet, overpowering the world and shocking the world.

The monks from the four directions, with their legs bent, couldn't help kneeling down. The pressure of the sun made the world tremble.

The quasi emperor, who was hidden in the world, was also under pressure and looked apprehensive. Even if it was them, they couldn't catch the sun.

It is too domineering, and it is a blow gathered by 50 million monks with their original source, which is enough to instantly destroy a quasi emperor.

"Hit." As the fifty million Heavenly Court monks shouted in unison, the sun slammed down into the sky.

It can be seen that wherever it passes, the virtual sky is collapsing inch by inch, and many silent visions dance together.

It seems that everything in the world will be annihilated into ashes and turned into nothingness under its destructive power.

The crowd raised their heads, their eyes fixed, only to see the sun, in their eyes, magnifying without limit.