The tent was not big, about five square meters, but four cultivators were squeezed into it, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat.
The shirtless Yun Falcon lay at the entrance of the tent with his hands behind his head, staring at the tent in a daze. It seemed that he had experienced more things in the past two years than in the past ten years, and he still hadn't figured it out yet. In these terrible two years, he saw what it means to be shattered, what it means to be devastated, what it means to be in a state of change; he struggled hard to survive, was separated from life and death again and again, and was left with nothing but despair...
"Brother Falcon, what's going on today? Why haven't we seen the signal to gather for training?" came a voice.
The person who spoke was the cultivator lying in the innermost place. He was a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old. There were small yellow fuzz on his lips that represented his childishness. He had a pair of very smart eyes, and his childish face clearly showed uneasiness.
This person's name is Ke Jin. Before he was captured in the God Realm, he and Yun Falcon wandered in the human world full of holes for several months. Then he was captured by the golden-armored god who suddenly fell from the sky and took part in high-intensity activities every day. military training, in addition to waiting in panic for the verdict of fate.
Yun Falcon sat up and said with a smile: "Maybe those turtle eggs who train us every day have diarrhea today. Don't worry about him. It's rare to have a day off."
As soon as the words were spoken, a rapid whistle sounded, and a signal flame representing the assembly rose into the air and exploded.
"Damn it, it's happening again!" Yun Xuan swore and jumped up, kicking the other two people next to him awake. He quickly put on his clothes, kicked off his feet and ran out.
The guys who captured them for training were very strict and demanding. If anyone was late for the meeting or neglected military orders, he would be executed immediately, just like executing an ant. He would not even blink an eye. In this short month In a short period of time, Yun Falcon witnessed nearly a hundred people being killed.
Soon, ten thousand-man teams gathered on the training ground. The formation was as neat and tight as tofu cut with a knife. Although these people were in ragged clothes, they had the aura of a regular army.
In front of the team stood three divine generals wearing flaming armor, and there were two piles of things piled at the feet of the three divine generals. One pile was short armor of the same standard, and the other pile was gleaming spears, and they looked like they were all alike. It is the magic weapon of the third grade.
"Are we going to give out equipment today?" This idea came to everyone's mind.
However, Yun Falcon's heart sank. These guys who claimed to be from the God Clan captured everyone and wasted another month to train everyone. In the end, they even distributed equipment. Next, they should send everyone to the battlefield to fight for their lives.
The three god generals stood side by side in front of the team, with their feet spread out and their hands clasped behind their backs. Their expressions were cold and stern, looking down at the ten thousand-man teams present.
The god general in the middle said proudly: "There will be no training today. We will distribute equipment to everyone. Each person will have a suit of armor and a spear. Now... come forward and get the equipment in order."
The ten thousand-man teams solemnly agreed, then stepped forward to get their equipment and quickly changed it in front of everyone.
After switching to the uniform equipment, the whole team's energy and spirit suddenly changed greatly, and they became more powerful and majestic.
Looking at the team in front of them, the three generals nodded with satisfaction. One of them nodded and said, "It's a bit interesting."
"The equipment has been sent to you, but don't be smart. In our eyes, even if you have magic weapons in your hands, you are still vulnerable to ants." The god general in the middle swept the crowd coldly and continued: "If you If you are smart enough, I believe you have guessed the reason why we waste time and materials on you humble people. Yes, we just want to send you to fight."
The god pointed his hand behind his back upwards and said loudly: "The sky above your heads is the sky of the God Realm, and the ground of the God Realm is under your feet. We are the noblest race of gods, and the enemy of our race of gods is the Zerg. This time you fight The target is the Zerg. Today, ten king-level masters will come. They will choose one of you and lead you to fight. Get ready for a bloody battle, humble soldiers. This battle will last for three months. If you can still survive by then, you will have the right to live freely in the God Realm!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the 10,000 cultivators present changed drastically. Listening to this divine general's words, it was obvious that not many people would survive this battle.
The majestic divine power surged out from the three divine generals, instantly suppressing the restless crowd.
The god general in the middle shouted majestically and fiercely: "Humble soldiers, you have no right to choose. Either fight bravely and try to survive, or... die!"
The terrifying coercion swept across, and everyone fell silent.
"Don't even think about escaping. Escape will only lead to death. Fighting on the battlefield and surviving is your only way out!" The god general said coldly: "Now wait where you are. The king who will lead you will come to choose soon. Put on your most majestic appearance and don't embarrass our training camp attached to the war palace." After that, he turned and left.
About half an hour later, the divine general returned to the training ground with ten people. Knowing that the fateful moment had come, all the soldiers stood up nervously and looked at the ten people behind the divine general. Obviously, this The ten people are the king-level masters who will lead everyone.
The guy at the front among the ten people had an unattractive appearance, with a slightly yellowish face, and was thin and weak, as if he had been malnourished since childhood. This guy turned out to be a king-level expert, and all the soldiers couldn't help but feel disappointed.
The god general glanced at everyone proudly and said calmly: "Han Han, there are ten thousand-man teams here, you choose first!"
The reason why Chu Jun chose Gui Ranfeng's jade medal and rushed to the first place was because of Yun Falcon, so as soon as he arrived at the training ground, his consciousness scanned Yun Falcon's team.
The nine kings behind Chu Jun were all looking forward to it, but with a quick scan of their consciousness, they discovered that these ten auxiliary troops with a thousand men were not powerful enough to be worthy of attention at all, and none of them were even in the concentration stage. With such quality It's so bad that it doesn't matter which one you choose.
Just when everyone thought Chu Jun would choose the team with a god-refining stage cultivator, Chu Jun chose a relatively weak team, which was very puzzling.
Chu Jun pointed at the thousand-man team where Yun Falcon was and said calmly: "I want this one!"
The god general nodded, handed the roster of this thousand-man team to Chu Jun, and said loudly: "This Han Han will be your master from now on!"
"See Master Han!" A thousand cultivators shouted at the top of their lungs, but many people had obvious disappointment in their eyes, because Chu Jun was the least conspicuous among the ten kings. To choose the boss, you naturally have to choose the most powerful one. If you can fight, can this thin, yellow-faced guy do it
Chu Jun smiled slightly, stretched out his finger and shook it a little: "That kid, what's your name?"
Yun Xuan was stunned for a moment, pointed at the tip of his nose with his thumb, and muttered: "Are you talking about me?"
"Just you!" Chu Jun said loudly.
Yun Falcon habitually stood at attention and saluted the military salute, and said loudly: "Sir, my name is Yun Falcon!"
Chu Jun nodded and said: "Okay, Yun Falcon, from now on you will be the president of this thousand-man team, and you will be responsible for helping me manage the team!"
Yun Falcon was immediately dumbfounded. Could it be that he was really so brilliant that he was chosen by Master Han at a glance among a thousand people.
Ke Jin, who was behind Yun Falcon, reminded him in a low voice. Only then did Yun Falcon react and loudly said, "This is my subordinate's order!"
The god general couldn't help but glance at Chu Jun curiously. After this month of training, he also knew that although this Yun Falcon was not the highest in cultivation, he had the most flexible mind and good military literacy. He was an excellent scout. , how could George Han see this at a glance.
Soon, the other eight kings all chose their own thousand-man teams. Yang Qingtian was ranked last, so he had no choice. The weakest team went to him.
The god general said to Chu Jun and the others: "Now you have selected your team. Within these three months, they must obey your orders. You can do whatever you want. If they are still alive after three months, they will all be brought back to the domain." , the temple has given them legal rights of residence. Now take your soldiers and gather them all at Daoxu Mountain, and then set off to the outer desert to participate in the insect killing competition!"
The ten kings each opened their small worlds and loaded up their attached soldiers, then rushed to the teleportation array and teleported directly to Daoxu Mountain, which was only a few thousand miles away from the edge of Xuantian Barrier.
When Chu Jun and Yang Qingtian walked out of the teleportation array in Daoxu Mountain Temple Square, they found that the entire temple square had been blocked by divine soldiers, and no one in Xianji was allowed to stay.
As time went by, more and more king-level cultivators arrived, and nearly three thousand people stood in the huge square.
Chu Jun scanned the area several times with his spiritual consciousness and found that Huang Bing, Luo Shanhe and others were here, but they did not see the Jade Emperor. It seemed that she did not participate in the insect killing conference this time.
"Everyone is here!" Yang Qingtian shook his folding fan and looked around, and finally said in disappointment: "Fairy Jade really didn't participate. Oh, what a pity!"
At this moment, the temple suddenly burst into light, and a group of golden-armored gods walked out of the temple. There were eleven people in total, ten of whom were wearing war-god cloaks behind them. All ten war-gods in the war hall were present, and in the middle Who is surrounded by people has been revealed, it is Lieyang Baizhan, the main god who controls the entire war hall.
In an instant, the entire square was boiling. The main god of the war palace and ten war gods came to host it in person. This insect-killing conference was enough to be recorded in history.
Lieyang Baizhan is very tall, obviously a head taller than the ten war gods on both sides, and his bones are also a bit bigger. Standing there like a towering mountain, which makes people feel awe.
Lie Bubaizhan's eyebrows are like daggers, and his face is as heroic and majestic as his figure. Just one look at him is extremely impressive.
"I am very happy to see so many kings participating in the insect killing competition. As the initiator of this competition, I am honored to see you off. I wish you all a successful start. In three months, I will welcome you at the main hall. Triumphant and cash out the rewards at the same time!" Lieyang Baizhan said loudly.
Boom... The whole square was shaken instantly. Everyone heard the two words "Main Hall", the Dragon Head Mountain where the main hall of the temple is located. Oh my god, the award was actually given in the main hall. This is a lifetime honor. You know, even if Ordinary citizens of the God Clan may not have the opportunity to enter the main hall. This kind of honor alone is worth participating in the insect-killing competition.