“Buzz!”
As a dull humming sound spread in all directions, the entire cloud layer shook violently, and the lightning in the sky seemed to increase countless times in an instant, covering the entire sky and forming a huge lightning network. Then the lightning suddenly condensed and turned into a huge red-gold fairy sword.
A vast and ancient aura slowly emanated from the blood-colored immortal sword. Gradually, it became solid, hanging in the sky as if it really existed. The sharp sword energy almost tore the sky apart. Blue lightning swirled around it, looking extremely powerful.
"The Heavenly Sword opens the gate to the immortals, and the blood leads the immortal soldiers! Sergeant Xianyao, please!"
As the leading immortal leader looked at a team of immortal soldiers in the valley, he shouted in a deep voice and clasped his fists.
A team of ten immortals stepped forward, and all of them leaped forward and rushed towards the immortal sword with a determined look on their faces.
Click!
As soon as the ten people approached, a sword energy burst out, and the ten people were directly chopped into a thick blood mist. Then, as the blood mist floated, a blood-colored gate gradually formed in the blood mist.
"Open! The! Immortal! Gate!"
The immortal warriors let out a loud shout, their whole bodies shook, and a large amount of immortal energy shot out, like a pillar of light that shot up into the sky and sank into the immortal gate, solidifying it.
Soon, a huge red-gold fairy gate was suspended in the sky.
In an instant, the sky was clear and the earth was quiet, and everything was silent.
The air in the entire bamboo valley seemed to be frozen. There was no breeze, the grass did not move, and the insects and animals were silent.
All the immortal soldiers looked up at the immortal gate above their heads, with fanaticism and shock in their eyes.
The leader of the three immortal captains flicked his sleeves lightly, suddenly restrained his breath, his face was slightly pale, but with joy in his eyes he took a step forward.
"Brother Zhan Yun, are you okay?"
Another immortal leader, Xian Yi, frowned and asked, taking a step forward to support Xian Zhanyun. After all, opening the immortal gate requires a lot of energy, which is extremely exhausting.
However, Xian Zhanyun waved his hand to stop him, then smiled and shook his head, took a step forward, made hand gestures, and whispered, "Open."
Then, an invisible wave rippled slightly from the immortal gate and spread to the four corners of the world.
Immediately afterwards, several red thunders fell from the sky and hit the Immortal Gate, and the tightly closed red-gold Immortal Gate slowly opened a gap.
Countless extremely rich immortal energy madly surged out from the crack in the door and fell from the sky. Thousands of immortals in the valley were looking at this immortal door, and they were shocked and showed expectant looks on their faces.
Boom-boom-boom!
Suddenly, a series of orderly and huge footsteps were faintly heard from behind the Immortal Gate, and then, an ecstatic voice came from the gate: "Hahaha! It turned out to be the Blood Sacrifice Immortal Gate! I am Xianhan, the leader of the Immortal Clan! Come to help!"
As a figure as big as a small mountain stepped out of the Immortal Gate, two powerful immortal thousand-man captains wearing green armor followed, and then came thousands of immortal soldiers!
Everyone looked at him in awe, only to see that the man was shrouded in a scarlet murderous aura. The ferocious red armor made his originally handsome appearance even more murderous.
"Brother Zhan Yun! It's you!"
Xianhan saw the person in the lead and a hint of joy flashed across his face, and the two hugged each other in the air.
"Hahaha, it's fate that we meet here. I didn't expect that after we parted that day, when we meet again, you have been promoted to the captain of ten thousand men! Good! Good! Let's celebrate by killing the people!" Xianhan laughed.
Xian Zhanyun's originally pale and stern face also forced a smile, and a hint of bloodthirstiness flashed in his eyes: "A thousand miles away is the Qingzhu Military Department, a lower-level military department of the human race, with about 5,000 soldiers. The strength of the clan leader is only the Great Perfection of Blood Tempering."
Xianhan nodded and looked towards the direction of the Qingzhu Military Department and licked his lips: "Well, with the blood sacrifice of the Qingzhu Military Department, it is enough to open the immortal gate that can accommodate 50,000 immortal soldiers. Our immortal army was dispersed by the Hanfeng Generals. Together, they are enough to accommodate 10,000 immortal masters. A small lower-level military department will definitely not be able to stop them! Let's go!"
Following the two men's order, tens of thousands of immortal soldiers rose into the air at the same time. Suddenly, the sky was filled with immortal energy, surging and roaring, and spreading forward.
Wherever it passed, it was as if the world was created, and the rich fairy air almost opened up a new world!
Looking at the fairy clouds gathering in the sky, an old man in black robe had a calm expression as he stood on a nine-story stone building in the center of a mountain village surrounded by dark green bamboo forests.
The violent wind whistled through the sky, making the bamboo forest rustle, but he did not move at all, as if he was rooted in the stone building, his eyes firm and resolute.
At his feet, in front of the tallest stone building in the entire village, five figures of different sizes but with majestic aura stood tall. Behind them were a total of 5,000 human warriors.
Everyone had a stern look on their faces and stood tall, looking respectfully at the old man on the stone building.
Strands of energy and blood permeated their bodies and eventually gathered together to form a huge red cloud.
This is the Qingzhu Military Department, once the most powerful tribe among the military departments under General Hanfeng.
But due to an accident, the old patriarch's cultivation was injured, and his cultivation level fell to the Great Success Stage of Bone Tempering. After years of cultivation, he only recovered to the Small Success Stage, and could no longer make any progress.
But even so, no one could be dissatisfied with the old man.
Because he almost single-handedly supported the entire Ministry of War.
Further away, tens of thousands of ordinary tribesmen were holding various weapons, and many even had farm tools in their hands.
Everyone, whether old or young, had a look of determination to die.
They knew that once the Immortal Gate was opened, a large group of immortals would surely descend, and there would definitely be no less than two powerful warriors at the level of ten thousand men.
This battle may be the last battle of their Qingzhu Military Department!
The old man had white hair and a grey face. He was wearing a shiny black animal skin armor and a green jade sword stood at his feet.
He calmly looked at the fairy mist and the dark clouds and lightning that were getting closer and closer in the distance, and a hint of complicated emotions finally appeared on his calm face.
The day has finally arrived.
"The first emperor of mankind said..."
The old man's voice suddenly paused, and the entire green mountain suddenly became quiet. Tens of thousands of tribesmen held their breath and looked at the old man.
Just listen, his voice spread to the ears of every tribe member with the breeze.
"Those who surrender without fighting when encountering an enemy—"
“Kill without mercy!”
Five thousand warriors roared in unison, and the murderous aura that surged into the sky instantly tore through the clouds. The powerful energy and blood that burst out also blocked the fairy mist in the distance.
The old man stretched out his hand, grasped the green bamboo sword, and slowly lifted it into the air, his voice gradually becoming more excited.
"Those who flee without fighting when encountering an enemy—"
"Kill without mercy!" Tens of thousands of tribesmen shouted in unison.
The old man's eyes focused, and a terrifying aura slowly emanated from his thin body. It was a breath that tempered the bones!
Buzz!
The jade-like sword energy shattered all the bamboo leaves around it, and the sword pointed directly at the ten thousand immortal army.
Two thousand miles away, on a vast plain, pale yellow dry grass as tall as a person swayed in the wind.
But at the end of the sky, one can see with the naked eye that a huge crack is heading towards this side.
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