Chapter 409： : 0 million troops come, fart, one person (1/2)
Xuan Tianzong.
Today's Xuantian Sect is running at high speed, and all the disciples are preparing how to deal with the next battle.
But outside, countless monks were watching.
They are here to witness the demise of Xuan Tianzong, and to witness the fall of a generation of Tianjiao Chu madman.
On a certain mountain peak, there are more than a dozen people surrounded here.
They are all saints, including Taoist Taixu, the great monk of Leiyin Temple, the great demon of the underworld and so on.
At this moment, they were looking in the direction of Xuan Tianzong with strange eyes.
”You said, can Madman Chu survive this time?” said an old man with a whisk in his hand, who was also too imaginary saint.
Hearing his words, the sage of the underground palace next to him sneered and said: ”Keep it through? You look too high at Xuantianzong, right? Xuantianzong has only three or four sages to survive. How can a madman alone stop the unknown.”
The others also agree.
Tai Xuguan saint also said something casually, and after hearing the words of the underworld saint, he did not refute.
He also thought that Xuantianzong was in a catastrophe this time. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, ”It's a pity that Madman Chu, a generation of Tianjiao was so defeated by the current situation, otherwise, with his rising speed, it will not take a hundred years, I am afraid It is really invincible in the world.”
”Yes.”
”indeed so.”
Even the underworld saint who had had a lot of grudges with Madman Chu had to admit that the other party was amazing.
But he still said: ”It's a pity, this person is too arrogant, otherwise he won't fall to this level, blame him for not knowing how to keep a low profile.”
”Look, here it comes.”
Suddenly someone exclaimed and looked into the distance.
I saw one immortal boat flying by from a distance, and on each immortal boat, there were cultivators standing densely packed with countless numbers.
A breath of incomparable horror poured out from these immortal boats, slapped against the void like a tide.
An army of millions of monks came, and there were even various saints among them. The scene before him was so shocking that many people were lost in their eyes.
Even the saint could not help swallowing, shocked.
”There are so many monks, there are millions.”
”It's amazing.”
The monks who were watching near Xuan Tianzong were speechless.
The scene before me was too terrifying.
”It's over.”
”This time, Xuan Tianzong is really finished.”
Inside Xuantianzong.
The second ancestor Xuantian, the third ancestor, Xuanqi, Elder Ruyan, Saint Thousand Moon, and others have also seen the dense army of monks.
All of them have an extremely solemn color on their faces.
”Far more than imagined.”
”Most of them are monks from Thirty-Six Islands. They have the deepest grievances with the headmaster. I heard that the headmaster killed their snake **** or something.”
Immortal boats surrounded Xuan Tianzong tightly from all directions.
The endless coercion is like a tide, covering the entire Xuantianzong.
Under this coercion, all the disciples couldn't help but pale, and even the Taoists couldn't help but sweat on their foreheads.
The mere coercion made them unbearable.
How do you fight this? !
Even if they have a mortal heart, they can't help but feel desperate and helpless. The gap is too big.
Right now, Xuantianzong had only 10,000 disciples, but there were a million troops on the opposite side, and there were still many saints.
On the other hand, Xuantianzong, aside from the madman of Chu, the sage is also the Thousand Moon Sage, the second ancestor of Xuantian, the third ancestor, the sage of Qingshuang, the one from the Qingyun Dynasty, and there are only five people who are full.
There is no fight at all!
The coercion of terror escalated from the army of monks.
The second ancestor Xuantian, the third ancestor and other saints are also urging coercion to resist pressure for everyone, but it seems a little insignificant.