With Yang An's order, a young man stepped out among the generals.

His body was not covered with armor, his sleeves were floating, but a sword was hanging from his waist. When he stepped out, he was like a crane flying in the sky, unspeakable and free.

Everyone looked at it and saw that the sword was quite strange and had three sides.

There are unknown words engraved on it, and the principles of talismans and laws are intertwined, which contains endless sharpness.

"Yuwen receives the order!"

Yuwen Mu bowed his hand to take the order, waved his sleeves and stepped out, leading the vanguard army out of Tianqi Mountain.

"It seems that this person has never heard of..."

In the crowd, Qi Tengyi's eyes flashed.

Yuwen Mu's every move was like a Taoist, obviously a master, but he had never heard of this person's name.

Huh ~

As Yuwen Mu stepped out, the mountains and rivers behind Yang An rippled on it, revealing the scene on the battlefield.

"Everyone will follow me to watch the battle."

Yang An looked casual and smiled faintly, asking the generals to watch this battle. It seemed that the person who had taken the domineering move before was not like him.

"yes."

Many generals bowed and looked at the map of mountains and rivers.

I saw that Yuwen Muti's army was pressing against the mountains and rivers, and he was surrounded by a general of the Shang army with a 100,000 miles apart.

"He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to decide the outcome..."

Zheng Zha's eyes moved slightly, and such an idea came to his mind.

However, in this chapter of the Gods, it is a tradition for two armies to fight against generals, and he was not too surprised.

In such a high-level world, any master is a master of the world and no surprise attack can do anything.

After all, it is a dream to have millions of troops at all times, and it is simply a dream to not miss the situation.

Ordinary soldiers do not have the secret means of players. If they want to attack surprises, they will be discovered if they are thousands of miles apart.

"Hey, that person..."

In the Shang army's tent, many generals also watched the battle through the void.

Simple Yuwen Mu's big sleeves floated, and all his heart moved.

"He's a master."

In the corner, Nezha's eyes lit up, and he was quite eager to try.

Over the years, he and Yang Jian have never taken any action except killing their own false bodies, and have not even attacked the injured tribes.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little quiet and moved.

"You and I can only watch the show, don't act randomly."

Yang Jian glanced at Nezha indifferently.

Among the Shang army camps, of course, the strongest people were him and Nezha. They were real bodies, unlike these generals who were fake bodies.

However, this world is too strange. Although it is a fake, it cannot be underestimated.

Many masters he has come into contact with will not be inferior to them in the time and space in his memory.

For example, Zhang Guifang's soul returned to the list of Gods and became Daluo. Before that, he might not have been as powerful as this fake body.

"Second brother is too careful!"

Nezha muttered.

"You don't understand..."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly.

This place time and space are too complicated. They are not the only ones who have come to this world. He has already felt some aura that makes him afraid.

Too high-profile is just a way to die.

Participating in this war is just because it is more eye-catching if you don’t participate.

"Once a war begins, it will not be so easy to stay out of it."

Nezha didn't say much and looked at the battlefield.

.........

On the battlefield, it is tens of thousands of miles wide, like a river of heaven, lying across the river between the two armies.

"Zhang Guifang... General of Qinglong Pass of the Great Shang Dynasty, Wen Zhong, is the best in human immortals, and possesses extraordinary skills..."

Yuwenmu stood by the river, filled with water vapor, and already knew the origin of Zhang Guifang.

"Using this boundary system, it should be the twelfth order..."

Yuwen Mu's eyes fluttered, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"It's a pity that I have been here for tens of thousands of years and I've been at the thirteenth level!"

Although, it is only the thirteenth level in this world.

Of course, he did not achieve Daluo, not only him, Yang An, Kong, Bai Ziyue, Zen Silver Gavel, the Taoist of Changsheng, the Taoist of Creation, and even the ancient emperors and saints of the Yangshen world... It can be said that except for the nil and the dream god, he did not achieve the real Daluo.

However, in this world, the thirteenth level is the real Daluo.

Kill this person with one sword!

Rumble!

The surging sea water rolled and hit the two sides, and the sound was like thunderstorms.

Zhang Guifang led the army and stood with a knife, shouting:

"Zhang Guifang, the general of Qinglong Pass of a certain big merchant, is here to be the general's name!"

"The one who killed you, Xiqi, Yuwenmu!"

Looking at the army opposite the river that was ten times more than him, Yuwen Mu let out a long roar.

"kill!"

The army attacked and the battle broke out!

The players mixed in the two armies are the most fanatical, only kill but not defend!

...........

Just as the two armies were in contact, Zhang Guifang and Yuwen Mu fought in Tianqi Mountain, and countless players were mixed together, using their own means to stir up the storm.

In Xiqi City, calm has temporarily returned to its original state.

In the mansion of the Marquis of Xibo.

Hong Yi, dressed in white, sat against the Meng Shenji led by Gao Guanbo and played chess.

The indifferent expression stood behind Hong Yi and watched the two play chess.

Since Hong Yi achieved the true shore and advanced to Daluo, the world of Yuanyang God was swallowed by him in one bite and turned into Yi Dao.

Naturally, the Yang God has been in countless epochs, and from ancient times to the present, all the outstanding talents in ancient history are in his control.

However, even if he travels across the realms, he reverses the eternal cycle of reincarnation in the Yang God Realm, reincarnation again and again, and experiment again and again.

Those who can achieve great success are only Wuyi and Meng Shenji.

"The thirteenth level in this world is more similar to the fruit of heaven and earth. It is not true cultivation. This world is naturally a true Daluo, but when he reaches another world, he does not exist. It is worse than the position of the Heavenly King of the Gate of Eternal Life. However, it is also of great benefit to be able to understand the power of Daluo in advance."

Meng Shenji looked calm and sighed softly:

"It's hard for Daluo to reach the sky."

In the Yangshen world, Hong Yi restarted the timeline thousands of times, and he could not take the last step even after thousands of times of reincarnation.

Until you realize the three thousand great ways in the world of the Gate of Eternal Life and realize the power of Daluo.

He was promoted in one fell swoop later.

The same is true for nothingness.

And the others, although they are only a little better, don't know when they will be promoted.

Even, there will never be a chance.

"If this weren't the case, how could we clearly understand the threshold of mysterious numbers and gold numbers? It's too great for us..."

Xu Wu stood behind Hong Yi with his hands hanging down, his expression was indifferent and his eyes were distant.

"If this is not the case, how can you understand the great power of the Taishi..."

Xu Wu lowered his eyes, and the second half of the sentence naturally did not say it.

This prehistoric world has a dimension and a universe as numerous as the sand of the Ganges River. Relying on the so-called templates in this world, there are many Daluo as many as stars, and Hunyuan is not a small number.
To be continued...