"Divine Monarch asked me to tell you, if you don't want complete defeat, send reinforcements quickly, otherwise we won't be able to hold out for long!"

The leader of the men in black said.

Before the high priest could speak, a voice suddenly came: "Our reinforcements have arrived!"

As this voice sounded, the hall suddenly shone brightly, and the chant was swirling, as if a dazzling electric light appeared on the altar.

With a stream of lightning, it was thrown into the white-robed people kneeling in front of the altar.

Then these white-robed people had already stood up, and the power on their bodies suddenly exploded, divine and powerful, and even stretched out their flame-like wings, exuding strong power.

But soon the wings on their bodies were retracted, and the white robes on their bodies were lifted, revealing the bright armor on their bodies.

Beautiful, polished and smooth, as if the whole body is full of crystal, the armor looks very powerful and beautiful.

This made the black-clothed leader recognize it at a glance, and exclaimed: "Bright armor, this is the ...... of God"

With this exclamation, dozens of white-robed people lifted their burqas one by one, revealing the armor inside.

It's all bright armor!

The leader of the Light Warrior had already sneered in his mouth: "Stupid world, resentful of the gods. But they don't know that all things, thunder, rain and dew, are God's tests!

What kind of thing is a mere Wang Zhenling, I will take his life today!"

Saying this, one by one, the flame wings behind him spread out again, and disappeared from the temple in the blink of an eye!

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Just when those bright warriors shouted that they wanted to kill the Spirit Monarch, more than a million ghost soldiers pressed towards Mingsha Mountain City in the netherworld.

Mingsha Mountain City is a dojo under the rule of the god of Mingsha, covering an area of hundreds of thousands of acres, if it is not entangled by black gas a long time ago, many places seem to be extremely decayed, I am afraid that the magnanimity of this city is even more than the Shenluo in the heyday of the year.

Not to mention the current Shenluo......

Although He Jun sought to usurp the throne, after the establishment of the Great Plains Dynasty, the capital was re-established in Shenluo.

However, Ohara's Shenluo is afraid that it is not as good as one-third of Dacheng Shenluo back then.

However, even Shenluo, who was in the heyday of the Dacheng era back then, is estimated to be inferior to this Mingsha Mountain City.

Especially at this time, this Mingsha Mountain City is under attack.

Millions of ghost soldiers have almost besieged the entire Mingsha Mountain City and attacked from all sides.

And the god of the sand is a veteran god, and the ghost soldiers under his command are not only millions? plus with the help of the city, he has a vague upper hand.

The reason why I sent people to ask for help was just that I didn't want to suffer too much loss alone.

Some of the black-clad leaders were right, and some were not.

It is true that the commander of this Yin World attack is Wang Zhenling, but among the million ghost soldiers, only thirty percent are from Lingzhou.

The other seventy percent were recruited from all over the world.

It is the Yin Division that separates each other, but under the appearance of the gods of the Fire Department and the Plague Department, neither side dares to shirk the absence of troops.

At this time, the war was unfavorable, and the commanders of the ghost soldiers on all sides were a little impetuous.

"General, the battle situation is unfavorable, is the army retreating?"

A ghost general couldn't look at it anymore, fell to the ground, and said to Wang Zhenling.

With Wang Zhenling's current cultivation power, prestige and status, presiding over this million-strong army, absolutely no one dares to say anything.

At this time, he just looked outside the big tent, so he said lightly: "Keep attacking, don't retreat!"

At this time, every moment, hundreds of ghost soldiers on both sides were killed.

And it seems that death is meaningless, although those ghost generals feel sorry for the death and injury of the ghost soldiers under their command, but Wang Zhenling does not say goodbye, and no one dares to give birth to the slightest thought.

The Heavenly Emperor has not yet been released, and the Heavenly Court has not yet been completely established.

But every ghost and god should know that this is already the trend of the times.

Those who disobey orders at this time will be the targets of Heavenly Court sweep in the future.

Not to mention, Wang Zhenling's own cultivation, strength, and prestige are enough to suppress these ghost generals.

Rao is like this, seeing that his ghost soldiers are losing all the time, but it is also almost unbearable for those ghost generals.

On the contrary, Wang Zhenling has a lot of time, and the people who rushed in front are not his descendants, and the only use of these ghost soldiers is cannon fodder!

Don't say that the most loss now is only one-tenth, even if it is a full loss, Wang Zhenling's eyelids will not blink.

"This time, my demon department, the fire department, and the plague army are working together, and the purpose is not just the god of the sand......"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zhenling's mouth, and the Fire Department and the Plague Department hoped that the Demon Department would send troops as a bait to mobilize the power of the Flame Country, and at the same time consume the strength of the Demon Department.

But Wang Zhenling easily transferred flowers and trees with one move, and he had already transferred these cannon fodder to those ghosts and gods.

In addition, with him, the deputy of the demon department, the general of Tianling personally led the troops, and no one could accuse them of not contributing to the demon department in the future.

Of course, the idea is good!

So no matter what the war is, Wang Zhenling can still sit firmly in Diaoyutai.

However, at this time, streamers of light fell from the eternally dull canopy of the netherworld, and flew rapidly towards the big tent of the Chinese army.

Immediately, the Chinese army and horses were in a commotion, shouting and intercepting, countless bows and arrows were shot over, and there were ghost generals who led the soldiers and horses to intercept them.

However, these streamers are so powerful, they continue to break through the layers of interceptions, and they seem to be rushing towards the big tent of the Chinese army.

Wang Zhenling asked with interest: "Who are these people? Why are they so reckless?

Immediately, two Quanzhen Dao people stood up and said to Wang Zhenling: "Great general, don't underestimate the enemy, these are the bright warriors of the Flame Country.

Although these light warriors are at most equivalent to the masters of the True Level.

But they were able to cast a divine descent, summoning the projections of those gods of fire to descend on them......"

Oh?

These two Daoists are both masters who have traveled thousands of miles to enter the Land of Flames, listen to the situation, and return all the way.

They were most familiar with the situation in the Realm of Flames, and since they said so, they couldn't go wrong.

Immediately, there were powerful ghost generals, ghost captains and others who stood up, ready to intercept those light warriors.

If it's just fifty Realization Levels of Bright Warriors, then although it's a little troublesome, it's not impossible to deal with.

But if these Light Warriors unleash a divine descent, then the problem is quite troublesome!

When the time comes, it will at least be equivalent to dozens of more Kaifu immortals.

And with the strength of the ghost army, it is difficult to resist.