Chapter 749 (1/2)

”It's coming so soon... Is it that the God of fire wants to vent his anger after losing the fire on the dark moon night?”

At first glance, he looked at the endless crazy sand. With Xiang Yang's current eyesight, he looked high, and still had a panoramic view of the situation thousands of miles away.

Under the night, the colorful lights were incomparably gorgeous. It was the vision brought by the sacrificial souls with teeth and claws. The sacrificial Dharma altars were moving forward slowly in the sand, and countless barbarian soldiers covered the whole sky.

”Well, that's...”

Suddenly, Xiang Yang's heart moved and turned to look back.

At the top of Qixian City, there are patches of green light flashing, forming many green lotus. Among the green lotus, there are four shadows hanging in the air, but they are blocked by the green light, not to mention ordinary friars. Even Xiang Yang can't see his true face clearly.

”This is what Luo Tianxin said about the three saints and the woman? The woman must not be Niuniu... But it's strange why there is a familiar feeling...”

Xiang Yang frowned, but he didn't think of where the sense of familiarity came from.

If he wants to pry with divine knowledge, he can do it naturally, but he is afraid that he will disturb the other party, and some gains are not worth the loss.

”Let's have a look first. If the God of fire comes, these people will have to fight. Then we can know...”

Xiang Yang no longer thought much, mixed with Luo Tianxin and others in the crowd, came to the second wall and looked into the distance.

Half of the monks in Qixian city were gathered here, which was specially set up for reinforcement. There were also many real emperors. A group of people crowded there. Xiang Yang changed his appearance a little, and no one cared.

A few miles ahead, a Pangu soldier, dressed in black standard armor, scattered at the forefront of the defense, relying on the standard Dharma boat and taking other monks to stand by.

In five years, the first batch of 300000 Pangu troops have become the backbone. Based on them, more than one million troops have been developed.

After feeling the benefits of the militarization of monks, even the eight wastelands Supreme Master had a good impression on this army. After taking office, he did not reduce it, but promoted it more vigorously. Now it is one of the most important combat forces in the immortal world.

”Those savages are looking for death again...”

”A few days ago, at garrison No. 6, the holy master scared the shit out of them with just one blow, but he didn't give up.”

”A barbarian is a barbarian. He is no different from a beast. How can he have any brain?”

”Alas, I don't know when the three saints will kill these barbarians with us... We don't know what happened to the mountain gate after so many years...”

”Your hometown is also from Western China?”

“......”

There was a rumble of drums amid the noise.

Before the drums stopped, three figures appeared in the air. In the middle was a middle-aged man with elegant face. There was one standing on both sides. One of them, Xiang Yang, recognized it. It was the great uncle.

Tens of thousands of monks bowed down and worshipped. The middle-aged man gently raised his hand and said with a gentle smile: ”I just came to watch the war. Don't be polite. I'll give it to you, uncle and deputy general...”

Uncle Tai smiled, nodded and took a step forward. There was a flash of light under his feet, carrying him floating and falling. Before people arrived, they had already announced orders again and again.