Chapter 220 He Really Is, I'm Crying!

Boom!

At this moment, a vibration sound came from inside the star gate, and a huge number of armored figures swarmed out, like a demon army from hell, releasing a terrifying murderous aura.

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, four hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, six hundred thousand!

Six hundred thousand true immortal-level underworld soldiers, holding all kinds of weapons, appeared fiercely and densely in the sky above the forbidden land.

Countless eyes were filled with fierce and violent intentions, like bloodthirsty beasts ready to move.

"Good!"

Seeing this, the face of Tianhong Patriarch turned from worry to joy.

It seems that he doesn't need to eat the tablet of the ancestor.

"Ahahahaha, the star gate is finally open, I can't wait to trample on the natives here!"

"Tsk tsk, this world has entered the recovery stage. If my Hades can occupy the treasure land first, the whole clan will benefit from it, and we will have a huge advantage in the entire starry sky!"

"What are you so happy about? This damn law suppression has forced me to only be able to exert the cultivation of the celestial fairy level!"

"Bear it, although this taste is not pleasant, but I'm here!"

"Yes, yes, I'm here!"

Six figures talked to each other, strolled out of the star gate, with a fiery aggressive look in their eyes, as if they regarded this world as a colony.

That's right, they are all leaders, commanding 100,000 Hades troops.

Because Ming Wanjun spread the news of the opening of the star gate before he came, the troops stationed in the nearest extraterritorial channel rushed here quickly.

"Hmm? What's going on?"

Among them, Ming Feng, the most prestigious among the group, with prominent cheekbones and thin cheeks, could not help but frown after coming in.

In the distance, there were seriously injured and dying soldiers of the Ming clan everywhere, and there was a familiar figure, covered in blood, looking very embarrassed.

"Ming Wanjun, who beat you like this?" Ming Feng was in doubt.

When the other companions noticed the current scene, their faces suddenly changed and they felt it was incredible.

In this backward world, there are actually natives who can beat the army of the Ming clan into this state?

It doesn't make sense!

After all, in their concept, any Ming clan immortal who breaks into the Kunlun Realm can stir up the world, let alone tens of thousands of Ming clan soldiers? Isn't this like a wolf entering a sheepfold and killing at will?

But now, the scene before their eyes overturned their cognition!

Seeing several troops emerge from the star gate, Ming Wanjun's originally desperate expression immediately turned into a look of great joy.

This means that things have ushered in a major turning point!

"Be careful, it was done by that guy named Ye Junlin, he is the new island owner of Yunxian Island! He has an immortal king-level immortal weapon in his hand!"

Ming Wanjun did not dare to hide it and quickly told the details of the enemy.

"What?!"

The six leaders were all shocked and stared at the silver-haired young man, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The identity of the island owner of Yunxian Island, plus the possession of an immortal king-level immortal weapon, the threat posed by these two combined is enough to attract the attention of all the races in the starry sky.

So, they felt that it was understandable that their colleagues had fallen here.

"This, so many immortals? Can Senior Ye still stop them?" Xue Wuhen's face was extremely ugly, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

The boiling cheers stopped abruptly.

The cultivators in the outside world were terrified, looking at the 600,000 terrifying figures in the sky, their expressions were full of panic.

Such a large number of immortals, wouldn't the entire East Region be crushed! ?

This so-called underworld clan is so powerful!

Compared with it, the cultivators of Kunlun Realm are as weak as babies...

"Master, can Master still hold on?" Li Wujie's back was covered with cold sweat, his eyes wide open.

"Even if you can't hold on, you have to hold on. Now all your hopes are pinned on him." Hong Qianye gritted his teeth, clenched his white hands in his sleeves, and a strong sense of powerlessness emerged in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the realm of true immortals that he was once proud of is so common in the outside world. He was really sitting in a well and looking at the sky before. What was the glory of the past?

"I want to become stronger, I want to become stronger, I don't want to be slaughtered like a beast!"

"As long as I can survive this catastrophe, I will have the opportunity to climb higher."

"Ye Junlin, you must not fall down!"

Hong Qianye was very anxious and prayed secretly.

The appearance of the Hades army this time directly destroyed his previous pride. After all, the True Immortal who became an immortal in the Central Region and was worshipped by hundreds of millions of creatures could only be a soldier here. Anyone would be broken on the spot!

At this moment.

Countless Eastern Region cultivators looked at the slender figure who faced the Hades army alone with his back to all living beings and held a sword. They were deeply touched. Their eyes were red and crystal tears flashed in the corners of their eyes.

It is hard to imagine how much pressure Ye Shangxian should face in such a critical situation. Perhaps in his heart, he was also pretending to be strong...

He really, I cried to death!

Ye Junlin didn't know the psychological activities of the group of people behind him. If he knew, he would definitely clear his throat and say with full energy: "No need!"

At this time, Ye Junlin, facing the extra 600,000 True Immortals, showed an interested smile at the corner of his mouth,

"Good guy, it's sent again."

"Well, I'll kill it this time! !"

After a brief shock, Mingfeng was the first to calm down. He raised his hand and summoned a pitch-black spiral spear with a metallic luster. This was a top-grade Xuanxian-level immortal weapon.

"Don't be careless, let's directly form a formation to fight a war of attrition with him! As long as his immortal power is exhausted, there will be a chance to win!"

"That's right, although the immortal weapon of the Immortal King level is powerful, it is definitely not something that a Tianxian-level person like him can activate at will. At most, he will be exhausted after a while!"

"Yes, yes, that's what I thought just now!"

"Me too!"

...

Mingfeng and the other six were also unambiguous and began to form a formation decisively.

600,000 Ming clan soldiers responded and each formed a battle formation. Their movements were uniform and very smooth.

Rumble——!!!

Countless terrifying energies gathered into six Dharma images, including the earth-shaking red bull, the powerful demon ape, the flying tiger with wings on its ribs, and the mad lion with flames all over its body...

These six huge Dharma images each occupied a piece of heaven and earth, forming waves of terrifying ripples in the void, bringing an overwhelming sense of oppression.

These six major battle formations of the Hades condensed six beast-shaped Dharma images in the sky, and the combat power increased by more than a thousand times?

This is by no means a pure accumulation of quantity, but a qualitative change to some extent!

Boom boom boom boom...

The vast momentum turned into a huge wave and surged wildly, crushing Ye Junlin alone.

Ming Wanjun was healing his wounds with difficulty, and his eyes showed resentment, "I'll see if you can hold on this time!"

He didn't believe that Ye Junlin could continue to be fierce. No matter how strong the immortal is, there is a limit, not to mention the immortal holding the immortal king-level immortal weapon.

"Kill!!"

Ming Feng waved his spear and controlled the Dharma image to rush over.

The other five, all went all out and launched a blatant attack on Ye Junlin.

Swish, swish, swish~

Six huge beast-shaped Dharma images came together to kill the tiny ant.

Ye Junlin sneered, "Want to test my limits? Unfortunately, I will disappoint you."

After saying that, his aura suddenly became mysterious, and two identical handsome young men walked out, with silver-white hair fluttering in the wind and black robes rustling.

Standing on both sides of Ye Junlin.

Three Pure Ones!

Seeing this scene, Ming Feng and the others almost fell out of their eyes, looking at the other two figures in disbelief, "What level of magic is this?"

They could sense that this was not a deliberately refined clone or puppet, but a product evolved purely with great magical powers.

The three people's cultivation auras were exactly the same, which was equivalent to having two more of them helping in the battle!

This was not over yet. Then, in the horrified eyes of Mingfeng and the others, the other two Ye Junlin summoned the immortal king-level immortal weapons respectively!

One of them held the immortal flute and put it to his mouth, looking chic and elegant.

One of them held the burial coffin in his hand, his eyes were like a square, and his posture was domineering.

Ye Junlin, standing in the middle, raised his sword above his head and sneered: "The massacre has begun!"