The mist is rolling, the sea of ​​clouds is rolling, and the fighting spirit is strong.

The next day, just as dawn, the entire Guangming Mountain was awakened by a loud bell. The disciples of the disciples who had been instructed by the streets were arranged in a row and arranged their own trains according to their own meridians. Under the leadership of Zhao Han, a three-sacrificial ceremony was held, and then a combat supplies were distributed.

By noon, the entire Guangming Mountain was already full of slaughter.

At this moment, Zhao Han was wearing a black gilded robes, embroidered with nine-headed three-legged golden crows, a crown on them, and a scattered pearl garlands hanging down, like the emperor of the Nine Heavens, looking down at the world.

He looked up at the sky and saw the sun hanging high, just at the most violent time of the day, and the time had arrived.

He saw his mind and spirit unity, his appearance was dignified, and his whole body ascended from the Great Light Palace at the top of the Light, like a god-general of the heavenly beings. In the fanatical eyes of everyone, he rose to mid-air and stepped on the clouds.

"Disciples."

Zhao Han spoke, and in an instant, the wind surging, and clouds gathered around him, shaped like dragons and tigers, and a breeze came gently, which made people feel refreshed.

"This expedition is a battle of the rise and fall of our sect. Chang Wang Palace does not cultivate blessings, and uses its power to force others to suppress dissidents, and acts rampantly, and goes against the will of heaven, and goes against the will of others. It has become a disaster. Now, our great day, Wuzong punishes the Heavenly Prevents and shows the world that he is willing to fight with all the heroes!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Han's voice was like thunder, trembling with words, trembling the world. The chaotic mist and bright light and shadow spread out in the sky. When his last word came out, endless golden flowers fell from the sky, fluttering one after another, almost covering the entire mountain of light.

Below, the disciples and disciples scattered all over Guangming Mountain felt their blood surging at this moment, and a huge fighting spirit emerged from the deepest part of their bodies. This fighting spirit was so domineering that even if the heavenly fight dared to break through, the earth dared to tear apart, there was no one in the sky or underground.

As the blood burst out, the essence smoke rose into the sky, spreading all over the mountains and fields, and it was extremely gorgeous.

At the same time, the Changwang Palace, which had already arrived, was no longer covered. It formed a formation behind the Wujian Red Fireworks Sea. The dense heads were almost covered with hundreds of miles in a radius, with at least nearly 300,000 people, which was more than ten times the number of people in the Dari Wuzong!

Moreover, these 300,000 troops have neat arrays and are linked together to form a giant formation with a vast array of energy. Even if they are hundreds of miles apart, they can feel a stream of water and water, which is exactly the same as the energy of Wujian Red Flame.

Before these 300,000 troops, five bronze chariots were lined up one after another, with a strong temperament and a huge atmosphere. You can tell at a glance that they are powerful people of Taixuan level.

Zhao Han's eyes shone brightly and instantly swept the other party's camp, but his face remained silent.

Obviously, in order to completely destroy the Great Ri Wushu Sect, Chang Wang Palace has all the trump cards. Not only did it send as many as five Taixuan Mingwu, but it even summoned many sects under its command to contribute a total of 300,000 elite troops, which made the Great Ri Wushu Sect at an absolute disadvantage in terms of number of people.

If the number gap between the first spirit level and the number gap between the treasure elixir level, it can be said that the Dari Wushen Sect is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of number of people and combat power of all levels, except for the Taixuan level.

In addition, the Taixuan Mingwu of the Dari Wu Sect is different from other sects. It is known for its powerful combat power. They did not melt the Earth Demon Heavenly Gang, but they fully absorbed the Great Sun essence and refined it into the magic power, condensing the Great Sun True Gang, which is far above the ordinary Earth Demon Heavenly Gang.

This kind of Great Sun True Gang is different from the ordinary Earth Demon Heavenly Gang. It is powerful, but it is also extremely dangerous. However, after Zhao Han corrected and adjusted the Dragon Elephant Power Vajra Art, this secret method greatly reduced the difficulty of smelting the Great Sun True Gang.

After half a day of hard practice, all the eight people who advanced to Taixuan have melted the Great Sun True Gang. Such strength is not to say that they can definitely match the Taixuan powers of Changwang Palace, but two-on-one can delay at least for a while and buy time for him.

Once he solves his opponent and frees up his hands, with the combat power of only five Taixuans in the Changwang Palace, he may not be in a defeat.

The only thing that is worrying is that when they are fighting against Taixuan level combat power, if the opponent's middle and low-level 300,000 troops take advantage of the situation to cover up, it is impossible to say that the disciples of the Great Ri Wuzong will be surrounded and attack the crowd with few, and the consequences will be unpredictable.

However, Zhao Han was not unprepared for this. For example, Qingya and Qingyu women told them not to go out and focus on defending themselves in the rear. If the opponent takes advantage of the situation and comes to kill, they only need to organize people to resist the delay.

Once the Taixuan-level combat power is determined, the remaining battlefield is not worthy of justice.

"Zhao Han, come forward and talk!"

At this moment, a bronze chariot drove out of the Changwang Palace camp, crushing the smoke and clouds of the sky and earth. Ignoring the enchanting red flames below, he came to Guangming Mountain with a terrifying momentum to call.

Zhao Han looked up and saw that the man was tall, wearing a standard Changwang Palace robe, with a white cat claw on his chest, his eyes were golden, and a glass-colored vertical pupil in the seal hall. His energy was scattered. He faintly merged with heaven and earth with one breath, which was very scary.

This is a Tiangang-level Taixuan Mingwu.

Zhao Han narrowed his eyes into a slit, but there was no sign of fear on his face. He made a mistake and came less than ten feet away from the other party. He was resistant to the air with a vast atmosphere, as if the Nine Heavens Emperor had a momentum that was not weaker than the other party.

"You are very good." The visitor looked at Zhao Han with admiration, and a light flashed in his vertical pupils between his eyebrows, and then said, "I will be the Changwang Palace Zhehan, who will preside over this conquest."

"Zhao Han, you are gifted and have great perseverance, courage and ability that ordinary people do not have. I am happy to see the hunting. I want to include you as a disciple of the closed school and teach you carefully. In a hundred years, you may go to the Nine-Tail Palace to compete."

The Nine-Tail Palace is to the Changwang Palace just like the Great Light Palace to the Great Ri Wuzong. It is a place where the palace masters can rest and practice. Going to the Nine-Tail Palace to fight means having the opportunity to compete for the helm of the Changwang Palace.

As soon as Zhehan said this, an uproar occurred in the Changwang Palace camp. Although he had guessed that Zhehan admired Zhao Han very much, he could tempt the future position of the Changwang Palace as the lord, which was still beyond many people's expectations.

In the eyes of others, in order to include Zhao Han under the sect, the elder of the Changwang Palace could be said to have paid a considerable price.

Even when the Great Ri Wushu Sect camp heard Zhehan's words, it was quite turbulent.

Only Zhao Han, who faced Zhehan, had his expression unchanged, and his aura was as bright as before, without any fluctuations, which made a hint of unwillingness flash in Zhehan's eyes staring at him.

His vertical pupils gradually began to shine, and he asked Zhao Han: "How about you, are you willing to enter the door wall of my Changwang Palace for me?"

"As for the elders and disciples under your command, our Changwang Palace will not blame you before and can promise that the outstanding ones will join Changwang Palace with you. How about it?"

As soon as these words were said, the elders and sect leaders of the Changwang Palace tried hard to suppress them, but they could not stop the noise of their disciples. It was because Zhehan offered too generous conditions in order to win over Zhao Han.

You should know that these second-rate and third-rate forces under the Changwang Palace may not be assigned to a place to transfer to Changwang Palace for decades or even hundreds of years. Unless they are those peerless geniuses with extraordinary talents and outstanding talents, Changwang Palace will not even look at them.

But now, for Zhao Han, there is a condition that there is no lower limit on the quota. As long as the standards are met, all of them will be accepted. Such a good thing really makes these people ignite by jealousy.

At the same time, a resentment gradually rose in the Changwang Palace camp, and the target was directed at Zhao Han.

"Good means, this is the means of the elder of the Chang Palace. In just a few words, not only did they disintegrate the morale of me and our camp, but they even used a special way to stimulate the morale of our camp without hesitation. This method of turning hands to turn hands to turn hands to rain really surprised me."

Zhao Han remained silent, but he keenly captured the changes in the aura of the two camps, and was even more afraid of the old man who looked at him with kindness in front of him.

"How? Zhao Han, I believe that the conditions offered are already very generous, and it is impossible to put them on others. This is not because I am afraid of you, but because I cherish my talents and cannot bear to go astray. I have died unexpectedly before I really rise. I hope you can think well and don't mislead yourself."

Seeing Zhao Han remained silent, Zhehan's eyes showed impatience. He closed his eyes, and the vertical pupils on the seal hall slowly opened, revealing a ray of withered yellow halo.

"Have you finished your nonsense?"

Zhao Han spoke, but the words he spit out were like a sharp long knife, stabbing into the crowd who stretched their necks and kept paying close attention to him, making them dizzy and lose their ability to speak.

He actually said that what Zhehan said was nonsense? He actually humiliated an elder of the Changwang Palace in full view of everyone? Or an elder who had real power!

How could he? How dare he?

Even Zhehan was shocked by Zhao Han's words. His closed eyes instantly widened and looked at Zhao Han, almost suspected that his ears were wrong.

Zhao Han shrugged and said with a broken and impatient look: "I said, you old man is already at the age of dizzy eyes and tinnitus. Why are you running out and wandering? Are you not afraid that a few waves will end up waving your short time?"

"you……"

"You are you? If you want to fight, you can kill, you can kill, why are you doing so much nonsense?" Zhao Han interrupted the conversation without hesitation and sneered, "I want to play psychological warfare with me and shake the thoughts of all my disciples? With your old methods, you can even use them to embarrass others. No wonder you Changwang Palace has been getting back to life over the years."

"My Dari Wuzong only has people who die while standing, and no ghosts who live on their knees. You do so many small moves, and it is a waste of effort to win over, divide and threaten them."

"Disciples, what I said is correct?"

"right!"

"right!"

"right!"
Chapter completed!