Chapter 1354 The Central Army Invades

The Central Army is Coming

After a short break, Zhang Xing continued to draw the lottery.

Ding! Congratulations on getting a thousand chances to draw the lottery!

Ding! Congratulations on getting three million experience points!

Ding! Congratulations on getting a thousand chances to draw the lottery!

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The system that has been stopped for three years is all back with big gift packages.

Lots of benefits, lots of opportunities!

In the end, he actually saved up 11,000 chances to draw the lottery.

800 million universal experience points.

Zhang Xing's confidence is unprecedentedly high. Now he can not only upgrade all the ninety new dragons to the ninth level.

He can also upgrade more than twenty dragons to the tenth level.

Once the ancient dragon breaks through to the tenth level, his combat power will increase exponentially.

According to Zhang Xing's estimation, the combat power of a tenth-level dragon can at least match the strength of a three-star human war saint.

And his own upgrade path is even smoother.

As long as he can draw an upgrade task, he will definitely upgrade the dragon to the ninth or tenth level, and he will no longer worry about upgrading.

Unconsciously, the sky was bright and Zhang Xing left Dragon Island.

The sandstorm that had been blowing for a day and a night had dissipated.

The people in the town began to get busy.

Just when they had packed up and were about to set off.

Suddenly, many people looked up at the sky in surprise.

"Oh my God! What is that?"

"The sandstorm just left, is it going to be another storm?"

Zhang Xing also discovered the abnormality in the distant sky.

His eyes narrowed and he looked over.

"It's not dark clouds, but a large number of flying monsters."

In the distant sea of ​​clouds, flying monsters of various forms filled the range of vision.

There were warriors of varying numbers wearing clothes of various colors on the backs of the monsters.

"I'm afraid this is the Central invaders that Master Zhang Xuan mentioned!"

Judging from the scale, it is estimated that there are at least tens of billions of people.

There may even be tens of billions.

Obviously, the population of the Central Continent is too large, and everyone knows the purpose of launching such a war.

Not long after, these dark clouds that looked like black spots were gradually seen clearly by the people in the town.

"Ah! It's the sand bandits!"

A man in the caravan screamed.

"Idiot! Are there so many sand bandits?"

The leader of the caravan slapped the man.

"Then... who are they?"

The man rubbed the back of his head in confusion.

"Those are all warriors, but I don't know which sect they are from?"

The leader stared at the sky with a heavy expression on his face.

"Boss, let's hide quickly!"

"Where to hide? They should just be passing by!"

The leader of the caravan was a little unsure.

The flying mounts those people were riding were obviously faster than theirs.

Even if they ran now, they couldn't run far.

Besides, the major sects in the south were not war profiteers. They killed people and robbed things when they saw them.

How could they know that these people were war profiteers!

After a while, a team of about a hundred warriors rushed down from the sky.

The leader was a young man in his twenties, with a cultivation level of eight-star war master.

He came to the top of the crowd and shouted proudly: "You are recruited, ride your mounts immediately and lead the way."

"Recruited?"

Everyone was confused.

"I wonder which sect this gentleman is from?"

A seven-star warrior walked out of the crowd and clasped his fists.

"Shut up, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, if you talk too much, I will kill you without mercy!"

The young man's face turned cold and he scolded.

The seven-star warrior was choked for a moment.

He looked at the powerful aura emanating from the young man and the countless troops behind him, and endured it.

He glanced at the seven-star warrior, watching him lower his head and retreat, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Even a nine-star venerable would be scared to swallow his anger when he saw their army.

What's more, a small seven-star venerable!