The leader of the Mingshui Kingdom looks like he is protecting food.

The leader of Hanming Kingdom had to give up.

There is nothing we can do about it. After all, this purple-shirted prince is his younger brother.

Being respected by the two kings, the purple-shirted monarch was not happy, and he raised his middle finger to the two people in his heart!

"These two dead Japanese melons! When Taishan Temple is destroyed, you won't have a good outcome! Just wait until I am embezzled by you!"

He doesn’t want to be the younger brother!

Now I have no choice but to work as an undercover agent.

The only thing that comforted him was to play with the two kings in the midst of applause.

If he wants to be a minister, and with his brains, why not become a prime minister?

It's just that he is destined to become the overlord of one party!

"Taishan Temple, I will unite the two countries and 90 million troops, you will die!"

He seemed to have seen the day when Taishan Temple fell, and his smile changed shape with joy.

Ninety million troops covered Mount Tai, like black clouds pressing down on the mountain!

"This is the place occupied by Taishan Temple!"

The purple-robed monarch stood on a hillside and pointed in a direction to the leaders of the two countries.

I, the purple-shirted prince, will definitely leap into the sky this time and become the most powerful person in this underworld! Just wait!

The two heads of state looked at the place he pointed at, their eyes sharp.

"Taishan is really easy to defend but difficult to attack."

But this is nothing!

Their ninety million absolute is enough to destroy everything in the underworld! What else can rival them?

No need to talk nonsense, just fight!

"Swallow them all!"

With a burst of orders, hordes of 90 million troops spread like ants into the depths of Mount Tai.

Many races are watching the battle secretly.

The Tarzan Temple is absolutely doomed!

Who can rival such a powerful force?

By then, the underworld will be a different world again.

"I, the purple-shirted prince, am finally proud and proud!"

The purple-shirted monarch stood on the hillside, looking at the Taishan Temple, and he was in a good mood.

The Mingshui Kingdom's army, with its various exquisite array inscriptions, appears to be very organized.

The Hanming Kingdom's army is like a ghost, with wind under their feet, soaring in the air, and burrowing into the ground like a dragon. Their shapes are abstract and fuzzy, weird and weird.

Seeing those low-quality Yin soldiers who were included in the formation, they were all embarrassed.

Damn it, why are you fighting?

These timid ones were all low-quality troops drawn by Wang Xian, but under Yue Fei's training, they managed to hold on and did not run away. They didn't know why, but after Yue Fei's training, their feet felt like glue, sticking to the ground.

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All living creatures are waiting for Wang Xian's army to be destroyed.

Who can compete with 90 million troops? It depends on how the Taishan Temple responds.

Right now, it would be great if only one-half of the 15 million legions that Wang Xian has drawn out can be used!

Fortunately, his 500,000 Yue family troops are good enough, and one can be worth a hundred.

There are also 20 to 30 million troops that he has trained for several years! After all, it should be enough.

When two parties fight, every second counts.

Yue Fei deployed, and ten million troops formed a waterfall formation.

Ten million legions surrounded Yinshan on three sides and fought forward.

There are still 15 million legions, of which 7 million still dare to charge into battle. The remaining 8 million are simply rotten persimmons. They want to run away when they see the enemy! But because their feet are stuck with magic, they are exposed.

An expression of bitterness and fear!

Wang Xian asked, isn't this evidence that the system is taking kickbacks? Just draw cards, and half of them are bad.

This is equivalent to traveling to a scenic spot and being pushed by the tour guide to buy souvenirs and stones. You spend a huge amount of money, but you get back half of the defective products.

This heart is not as tight as usual!

Under the control of Yue Fei, his waterfall formation evolved into a big roc, flying in the air with wings thousands of miles away, covering the entire Mount Tai.

Those 90 million legions eroded over without hesitation.

Everyone seemed to be here for afternoon tea with a very relaxed mood and attitude.

Everyone thought that the Taishan Temple was going to be defeated.

"rush!"

Yue Fei waved a battle flag, and the seven million useful legions followed the instructions to resist or attack.

In the sky, a huge magic circle is continuously shining on the seven million legions below, making them full of strength and full of confidence in fighting! It's like they have been injected with chicken blood!

This is Yue Fei's use of divine spells to give bonuses to the troops below, in order to allow them to take less damage and at the same time be able to exert all their strength!

And those eight million useless legions were ignored by Yue Fei.

"Please help me, Lord!"

Yue Fei said.

He knew that with so many enemy troops, it was really difficult.

Even if the army you train is one to a hundred, the opponent's number will be too many, much more.

"All gods rush!"

Wang Xian gave an order, and the black and white underworld envoys, the gold and silver envoys under his command, and the masters of each hall rushed forward one after another.

Killing people is like chopping vegetables, just like a chef at work, chopping carrots and greens in one meal!

The enemy also had capable generals who fought against these gods, but they were all defeated!

But something happened later. Even though our god was a spiritual cultivator, he couldn't bear the opponent's advances.

How could Wang Xian not have a solution? He made a seal with his hands.

"Black Lotus Fire Formation!"

Then, a huge and ethereal black lotus rose into the sky, surrounded by bursts of black air, radiating nearby. Its special black flames burned the clouds. It seemed that there was thunder hidden in the clouds, which was ignited and launched towards the ground!

For a time, the thunder knife mixed with firepower kept hitting the local army!

All the enemy Yin spirit soldiers who came into contact with the fire and thunder power were stunned!

Wang Xian continued to follow up the attack.

Several firebirds were born from the black fire, flapping their wings and attacking the enemy!

Wang Xian used the rain ink again, and countless ink droplets came out, forming white-armored immortal soldiers in the air!

The white-armored immortal soldier held the weapon and waved it casually, and the opponent's Yin Spirit Legion was quickly cut with a huge gash!

Wang Xian either doesn't make a move, or if he does, it will be fatal.

Now, who has the most say in the underworld, the answer is about to emerge.

Any time he takes action, he will destroy at least three to four million legions!

This is the power of God!

Although the enemy army is still increasing its strength, in his eyes, it is just a matter of working overtime for a short while.

The two leaders, who had always been optimistic and observed the battle situation, changed their expressions and looked at each other in confusion.

"The gods can be so scary!"

"Who said Mount Tai is weak?"

The leader of the Kingdom of Mingshui feels like he has a headache.

"We have seriously underestimated the power of God Taishan. If he kills him now, I am afraid that our 90 million troops will be lost in his hands! His strength, in my opinion, is no less than that of the Ancient Chaos Master on the shore of Dongchui.

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The Ancient Lord of Chaos has existed since the moment all creatures were born. No one knows how long he has lived.
Chapter completed!