"Great Chu Heavenly Court." This sound caused a sensation in Xuanhuang, and everyone who listened to it was trembling in their hearts.
At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, Ye Chen, who was burying his head, subconsciously raised his head, his dim eyes flickering.
He stared blankly at the outside of the mountain. The four-character Da Chu Tian Ting infinitely echoed, but it was a roar from the soul.
After more than three hundred years, hearing this name again in a foreign land made him burst into tears with excitement, and made his blood, which had been dormant for a hundred years, boil.
"It's them, it's them." His eyes were filled with tears, as if he could see Da Chu's relatives coming from countless miles away.
"Where did this sound come from?" Fengxian stood up from the Void Heavenly Throne outside the mountain and looked around with a frown.
"A huge army of monks has landed in Xuanhuang from Xinghai." The second prince of Jinwu came from afar. He seemed to have heard the news and came to report.
"It's huge, how big it is." Fengxian couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
"More than five thousand." The second prince of Jinwu said immediately.
"More than five thousand, how dare you call it a monk army?" The third prince Kunpeng on one side was amused and laughed.
"It's more than 50 million, which is enough." The second prince Jinwu glanced at the third prince Kunpeng.
As soon as these words came out, Kunpeng was so shocked that he almost fell to the sky.
Not only was he shocked, but Fengxian was also shocked. More than 50 million monks, what a number, spread across the void of the earth, with no end in sight.
"How can there be such a huge army of monks?" Prince Baqi and others looked at the second prince Jinwu, "Do you know which family's power they belong to?"
"You don't know how to listen? What you are calling is the Great Chu Heavenly Court."
"Great Chu Heavenly Court?" Everyone frowned and looked at each other. They had never heard of this force in their memory.
"Come on, come on, 50 million are coming to the state." When everyone frowned, Cangling God Son ran over and crawled over, his face turned pale with shock.
"Come to Chaozhou." The God of Punishment narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wuzhishan subconsciously, "They must be Ye Chen's people! Are they running to save him?"
"Him? How can he be so proud? With fifty million monks, you think too highly of him." Jin Wu sneered.
"But what if it is true? In today's battle, this possibility cannot be ruled out." Piao Miao Shenzi's words made the hearts of everyone present tremble.
If this is the case, then Ye Chen's identity must be so terrifying that he has attracted more than 50 million monks to rescue him.
"Whether it is yes or not, we will know later." Fengxian snorted coldly, stepped down, and disappeared into the misty void.
Although her cheeks were covered with frost, they could not conceal their paleness. An extremely bad premonition arose spontaneously, and that ominous premonition made her soul tremble.
Golden Crow Kunpeng and the others also fled one after another, looking for a place to stare at Wuzhishan, and also wanted to see if the fifty million monks came to the state to save Ye Chen.
"Great Chu Heavenly Court." The Heavenly Court army roared all the way, and with the thunder, the mountains and rivers were shattered.
The formation was so big that the monks who were wandering around hid in the ancient city, fearing that they would be swallowed up accidentally, and even the great sage did not dare to show his head.
There were four pitch-black oceans, covering the sky in darkness, and this land lost all its light.
"Whose force are these people from?" The walls of the ancient city were filled with people. Looking from a distance, even the tone of their words was trembling.
"God knows, an army of more than 50 million monks has its own teleportation domain gate, and the teleportation array is useless."
"There are people from all over the northern and southern regions of the Eastern Wasteland and the Western Mongolian Territory. They are all rushing to the state. Could it be that they are trying to save Ye Chen?"
"Not sure, but we'll find out soon."
"Look behind and follow, I have to go and take a look." Many bold monks have left the ancient city one after another and are following from a distance, not daring to follow too close.
Under the attention of all parties, the heavenly army that came from Beiyue in the Eastern Wasteland and Western Monan Territory entered the state in no particular order.
Their pace did not stop, and they headed straight for the Wuzhi Mountain in their hearts. The cold murderous aura caused the heaven and earth to freeze inch by inch, and the air became still.
After the heavenly army, there were also thousands of people following. Although I was 80% sure that these 50 million people came for Ye Chen, I still wanted to see it.
"Something really happened to Ye Chen." On the top of a mountain, Chiyangzi and white-haired Wujizi stood there, seemingly able to see Wuzhi Mountain through the mist.
"A bloody storm is inevitable." Wujizi sighed, "If those people in Da Chu go crazy, the whole world will become mountains of bones."
"Let's go to Phoenix Valley first." Chiyangzi turned around immediately, "That's nonsense. Phoenix has been self-proclaimed in Xuanhuang for more than a hundred years, and doesn't he know anything about the outside world?"
"Taixuzi has always been the only one in her eyes." Wujizi shook his head helplessly, "Even if she comes out of seclusion, she can't stop the coming catastrophe."
"Great Chu Heavenly Court." The roar from Zhouzhou was filled with infinite magic power and expanded in all directions.
I don't know when, the roaring and roaring sound died out.
The army of heaven has arrived at Wuzhishan. With Wuzhishan as its center, one person stands one meter apart, and the orderly formation of monks covers a hundred thousand miles of heaven and earth.
Looking down at the sky, it is a black cloud curtain that covers hundreds of thousands of miles of sky and hundreds of thousands of miles of land.
They all carry killing swords on their backs and hold war guns in their hands. The men are wearing armor and the women are wearing battle clothes. Their cloaks roar with the battle flags of Da Chu, making the sky and the earth move.
Wuzhi Mountain was covered with lush grass and piles of blood and bones. Ye Chen had been crushed under this mountain for a hundred years.
"We're late." Xie Yun, Situ Nan, Xiong Er, Guan Hanyue, and Guan Yu'er had already rushed forward, with tears streaming down their faces and sobbing.
Across the mountain, they could still see the old body, with its hands, feet and neck bound by iron chains.
He is Ye Chen! The mighty Holy Lord of the Heavenly Court, the mighty Commander-in-Chief of Chu, was now so humble, his body worn away by the years.
Looking at him, everyone's eyes were filled with tears, blurring their vision and mind.
It was he who led the entire army of Dachu monks to charge.
It was he who paid off the blood debt for the heroic spirit of Great Chu.
It was him who came from the faraway land of Chu to all the worlds, carrying the hope of his hometown, just to take them home.
One hundred years of black holes in space, one hundred years of searching, one hundred years of darkness and suppression, the best three hundred years of his life, were all lonely along this way, dedicated to the sad years, and became extremely old.
"I've seen the Holy Lord." More than 50 million Dachu monks choked in unison. Countless ancestors and countless descendants all threw off Lie Lie's cloak at the same time, and with a bang, they knelt down to Ye Chen collectively.
This sound is like thunder from the sky, filling the sky.
With this kneeling, the whole land of a hundred thousand miles was shaken.
This should be a shocking picture.
With more than 50 million monks, the formation is so huge. It is such an honor to kowtow collectively.
"Who the hell is Ye Yechen!" Looking at the more than 50 million monks kneeling on the ground, everyone was shocked, and their hearts trembled with the words.
"More than 50 million monks kneel down together. Only the emperor can bear such a supreme honor!"
"This scene should be a legend, and it will definitely become a myth, and will be praised by future generations for generations to come."
"Let me tell you, what's the origin of that kid!" On a distant mountain top, Long Jie scratched his head fiercely and looked at Kui Niu and Little Ape Emperor. "Fifty million people are kowtowing, give it to me quickly. Scared to the point of peeing.”
Not only was he watching, but the Southern Emperor and Northern Saint were also watching.
"The Holy Lord of Heaven, the Great Emperor of Chu." Kui Niu's lips were a little dry, "That's what Lao Ba said."
"The Holy Lord of Heaven, the Emperor of Chu?" Everyone frowned, even the experienced Southern Emperor and Northern Saint looked at each other, and then each shook his head.
"This is impossible." On a mountaintop further away, many enemies of Fengxian, Golden Crow Kunpeng and Ye Chen all looked pale and could not accept this fact.
They didn't know who Ye Chen was, and it was possible for fifty million monks to collectively kowtow, and even thinking about it, they knew how terrifying Ye Chen's identity and origins were.
They were afraid, and their hearts could not help but tremble.
It wasn't until this moment that they truly understood what kind of being they had offended. His single order was enough to make all the worlds flow like rivers of blood.
At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, Ye Chen's old body was shaking so much that his face and beard were wet with tears.
It has been more than three hundred years, but he didn't expect that Heaven would still remember him, so he would not hesitate to travel across the Star Territory to Xuanhuang.
At this moment, although he was surrounded by a thick aura of death, his spirit seemed to be a little younger.
He finally made it to this moment, not being swallowed up by the years, and making it to the day when he would be reunited in heaven.
"This shouldn't be your grave." Situ Nan hissed and struck Ye Chen's tombstone standing at the foot of the mountain with one palm.
"Boom, blast away this damn Wuzhi Mountain." Xie Yun had wiped away his tears and roared crazily.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hands to the sky and mobilized his origin.
Just like him, all the fifty million monks in heaven suddenly stood up, raised their hands, and pointed their fingers towards the sky.
But I saw that the palms of each of them were surrounded by divine light, which was the original power and the foundation of cultivation.
Under the attention of all parties, rays of divine light soared into the sky and gathered in the sky, converging into a sun.
Suddenly, the sky collapsed, the sky exploded, and it became pitch black, leaving only the bright sun.
It is like a scorching sun at the end of the world. In front of it, any light in the world becomes dim and colorless.
It is so big that it is like a giant mountain of 8,000 feet, overwhelming the world and terrifying the world.
The monks from all directions had their legs bent and couldn't help but kneel down. The pressure of the sun made the world tremble.
The quasi-emperor who was hiding in the world also felt the pressure and looked fearful. Even they could not catch the sun.
It is so overbearing that a single blow from fifty million monks gathered from their origins is enough to destroy a quasi-emperor in an instant.
"Hit." As fifty million heavenly monks shouted in unison, the sun flew down from the sky.
It can be seen that wherever it passes, the sky is collapsing inch by inch, and many visions of death are intertwined and danced together.
It seems that everything in the world will turn into ashes and nothingness under its devastating power.
All the people looked up and stared intently, only to see the sun magnifying infinitely in their eyes.