In the ancient battlefield, the faces of many monks were extremely stiff.

Yuan Fu's expression is very wonderful. Things are changing and life is impermanent.

Those who were standing on the dry shore just now, able to laugh and comment, are all mute now.

Various emotions such as embarrassment, annoyance, and horror emerged, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely depressing.

However, Yan Nu's aura was very terrifying, his brilliant and fierce artistic conception, coupled with his amazing domineering aura, made no one dare to look directly at him.

Suddenly, his body swayed and he quickly approached the crowd.

The air rippled under his feet, and the figure moved like lightning. He took a thousand steps and spanned twenty miles in just a few breaths.

"It's over! I'll wait for the news to clear up today!"

"No... stop him quickly! Where is the Yellow Turban Warrior?"

Many monks were almost scared out of their wits when they saw Yan Slave approaching fiercely, with his energy filling the sky.

Fortunately, after entering, you can more directly command your respective Yellow Turban warriors.

They hurriedly mobilized hundreds of thousands of yellow scarf warriors to escort them, desperately trying to stop Yan Nu.

The mighty yellow scarf warriors were all ignored by Yan Nu and rushed into the center by him.

He shouted to the sky: "You have to stop me at your own risk!"

There was a buzz, and an even greater artistic conception than before erupted, covering the entire place.

Suddenly, with Yan Slave as the center, a terrible phenomenon occurred.

The yellow scarf warriors were all stunned and lost consciousness in an instant.

The heavy body fell to the ground and was spread on the ground in pieces.

If viewed from the air, the crowd is like throwing boulders into a calm lake, causing huge waves and spreading in circles.

In the end, hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban warriors had their souls stolen, and not a single one was left alive.

They covered the ground and formed a thick sea of ​​people.

"What……"

"What kind of ability is this? A magic weapon, a spiritual puppet. It can fall down with a shock."

Although the monks were fine, they were still suppressed by the artistic conception of fire.

This time, not only was the golden body stage unable to bear it, but the longevity stage was also shaken to the point of being in a trance, with blurred eyes and almost fainting.

The elders in the Lichen Stage were shocked by this and were so horrified that they stepped back again and again before they recovered.

"Create formation soldiers!"

"This artistic conception should only be effective for spirituality, and the formation soldiers are unconscious. Everything is just the evolution of the formation..."

"But the formation soldiers are too weak, how can we block them?"

"After all, we can delay it. This calamity has already caused a sensation in the spiritual world. We will definitely be able to wait for rescue!"

In order to stop Yan Slave, more than twenty elders from various factions, as formation organizers, used dead horses as living horse doctors, frantically consumed the foundation of the formation, and created a powerful military force in history.

In an instant, the ancient battlefield stretched for hundreds of miles and was almost full of people.

The Qin army swept across the world and unified the six kingdoms, killing them coldly and coldly.

There are also big Han cavalrymen who roam outside the Great Wall, sealing wolves and living in Xu, and they are proud and passionate.

Three hundred years ago, Youzhou Tuqi, who helped Emperor Guangwu to support the Han Dynasty, gathered nearly a million people in the green forest of Yanbei, and their momentum was like a rainbow.

A hundred years ago, the Qingzhou soldiers and tiger and leopard cavalry who assisted Emperor Wu of Wei in setting up a trip to the north also numbered hundreds of thousands, and their military power was impressive.

Since the Qin Dynasty, for more than five hundred years, almost all the human armies that once moved mountains and rivers have appeared.

Although it is false, it is just an evolution of the formation.

However, immortal cultivators have been watching for a long time, and the basis for the evolution of formations comes from the past of the human world collected by various sects over hundreds of years.

The Tianhen Formation is a treasure trove of battlefield history over the past five hundred years.

"Block him! Block him!"

The monks from various sects swarmed back and fled. Although there was no way to escape, they still wanted to stay as far away from Xingtian as possible.

Let millions of troops stand between you and Xing Tian, ​​try your best to delay.

Maybe we can wait for a turn of events and rescue from the Immortal Sect or even other cave heavens?

But this is all in vain.

"Alas..." Yuan Fu shook his head bitterly and full of self-mockery. He was like this before, but what's the use?

It's ridiculous to say that a group of powerful people who have lived for hundreds of years in the Dao realm don't even have the courage to fight Xing Tian at this moment.

Instead, he had to hide behind mortals and let countless ordinary soldiers stand in front of him to protect himself.

"Huh? These soldiers, my dominance and artistic conception are all useless, don't they have any consciousness?"

His artistic conception can steal souls, and his domineering power can make people fearful.

Even the monks were intimidated by his domineering aura and dared not approach him, let alone the mortals.

However, countless armies were advancing towards him densely, without any sign of retreating.

Yan Nu stared at a legion at the front, with strict military discipline and neat formations.

He is wearing black armor and holding a sword, with a solemn look on his face.

Although they have vivid expressions, Yan Nu cannot seize their souls, which means that they have no spirituality at all.

This strong and tenacious iron army rolled forward, and a low and solemn military song sounded.

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, he repaired my sword and spear. I share the same enemy with you!"

The heroic voice echoed in the air, and the dialect was so strong that Yan Nu couldn't hear it clearly, but he still felt the strong momentum of sharing the same hatred with the enemy and refusing to turn around.

Most of them are just one-yuan tempered bodies, but they give people the feeling of being crushed by a torrent.

"Great Qin warriors..." Master Yuan Fu muttered to himself from behind, with a rather nostalgic tone. He was from that era and had seen such an army with his own eyes.

Yan Nu's ears were sharp, and when he heard this, he realized that this was the Qin Army.

The last one, the army established by the Human Emperor.

"Clusters!"

The Qin army pulled their powerful crossbows, and a rain of arrows covered the sky and sun.

Yan Nu charged forward, and the rain of arrows tickled him like dust in the air.

"kill!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The horn sounded, and the Great Qin warriors kept their formation still, with firm eyes, determined to block the Yan slaves.

However, with a bang, Yan Nu instantly overwhelmed them. With such huge power, he was like a big plow, cutting through the sand.

Yan Nu has no interest in fighting these nearly illusory soldiers, and neither wants nor bothers to kill them.

However, something amazing happened. His speed became slower and slower, and his body felt heavier and heavier.

"Um?"

Yan Nu was shocked. He was covered with people. These people hugged him tightly. The combination of hooks and physical bodies tied him tightly.

And if that were the case, it would be impossible for the army to stop him, because he has the power of a thousand dragons.

The power of one dragon is one hundred and twenty-five thousand catties, and the power of a thousand dragons is as high as one hundred and twenty-five million catties.

The yellow turban warriors couldn't hold him down before, so how could he be held down by a mortal?

He turned around and was surprised to find that the densely packed army, after discovering that he was invulnerable, hugged each other, forming countless human-shaped chains, connecting each other's strength.

He was dragged down by the weight of a million troops.

Such execution is obviously terrifying.

Because there were so many people, it seemed to be twisted into a rope at this moment, an extremely heavy rope.

But obviously, the cost of doing so was high. Everything on Yan Nu's body, and even the warriors near him, were all dead.

The force pulled them so that they were no longer human, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

There are at least tens of thousands of people, and only the corpses are left and they are still entangled with each other. If there is a break, a follow-up army will immediately make up for it, and the discipline is extremely strict.

"Can it still be like this? My strength is even stronger than that of a half-immortal, but I am held back by an army of ordinary people?"

Yan Nu was surprised, even though he could break them up and get rid of the entanglement as long as he punched them repeatedly.

But what this legion did shocked him very much.

It's not like he has never fought against a million-strong army before, but compared to this army, the previous Yellow Turban Warriors were like a piece of loose sand.

Even if each individual's power can crush this army countless times, Yan Slave can only face dozens of enemies at most at the same time.
To be continued...