In the thick clouds, in front of the golden hall, nearly a hundred Celestial Clan members and thirty to fifty spiritual cultivators were kneeling in a row.
These Heavenly Clan members are all direct descendants of the Five Elements Tribe. Like the dozens of spiritual cultivators, they were all the unlucky ones who were captured alive by the Thousand-Eyed Evil Demon in the dark night during the previous midnight raid.
At the top of the steps of the main hall, hundreds of thousand-eyed evil chiefs were sitting arrogantly on thrones made of bones, squinting at the noble prisoners below. Surrounded by these chiefs were tens of thousands of demons with their bodies covered with blood. A thousand-eyed demon with more than a thousand eyes.
On the surrounding empty plains, countless slave soldiers who originally belonged to the Celestial Clan lined up in neat lines, looking at the pale-faced Celestial Clan and Spiritual Cultivators with expressionless faces.
Young Lord Hanshan rode a strange beast that was shaped like a red deer and had a silver body. He smiled lightly and rode slowly through the formation of these slave soldiers. After a round of inspection, he urged his mount and headed towards the golden hall.
He was filled with pride.
Of course, he also has the right to be proud.
As one of the many princes in the divine palace, Young Master Hanshan is not like the crazy Mr. Kuangdao who spends all day fighting and killing, nor is he like Mr. Pi who is sneaky and ponders all kinds of conspiracies all day long. He has always acted in a certain way. Organized and organized.
The part of the palace power he controlled targeted the slave soldiers of the Five Elements Tribe to exert their strength. For decades, he, Young Master Hanshan, has almost become the Bodhisattva in the hearts of these slave soldiers to save them from suffering. Of course, there is no concept of "Bodhisattva" in this world, but in the hearts of countless slave soldiers, Young Master Hanshan is the only hope to save them from the endless hell.
Young Lord Hanshan even found a secret method to break the Heavenly Clan's soul restriction, which could free countless slave soldiers from the Heavenly Clan's control in a very short period of time.
It was with this kind of confidence that Young Master Hanshan was able to stand up and raise his voice during the war. Countless slave soldiers from the Five Elements Tribe turned back and attacked, leaving the Tian Clan in a state of disarray. He now had a large-scale and fighting-willed army under his command. An extremely fanatical and determined elite army.
Almost all the mobile legions that the Five Elements Tribe can mobilize are now gathered under the command of Young Master Hanshan. This is a terrifyingly huge legion.
The slave soldiers who were originally in ragged clothes were now all wearing neat Celestial Clan standard armor and holding exquisite and sharp heavenly weapons. Many of the slave soldiers were also issued with various long-range attack weapons.
Look at the flying boats and battle forts suspended above the array of slave soldiers.
The soldiers are strong, the horses are strong, the equipment is sophisticated, the soldiers are like rain, and the generals are like clouds - Young Master Hanshan has issued a summons order, and the masters of the palace under his command have arrived one after another. There are thousands of masters who have ascended to the heaven and stepped on the heaven. Just used to command this large army.
Soldiers are brave generals, and with such a large army under their command, Master Hanshan's words and deeds are very different from those of the past few days. Even those great chiefs of the Thousand-Eyed Evil Demon with a large number of tribesmen were nothing more than that in the eyes of Young Master Hanshan.
"Great chiefs, hehe, Miss Xiu'er summoned us here. It seems that something big is going to happen." Jumping off his mount, surrounded by dozens of masters from the temple, Hanshan Young Master sat in the middle with a carefree attitude. On a big chair, his cold eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he quickly glanced at the hundreds of chiefs.
The chiefs of the Thousand-Eyed Demon laughed lukewarmly. Their eyes flashed with cold light as they looked at Young Master Hanshan up and down.
From the bottom of their hearts, these chiefs looked down on Young Master Hanshan.
A majestic male was actually tricked by a delicate female and forced to sacrifice his life for others!
The folk customs of Thousand-Eyed Demons are special, and they look down upon a male who suffers a loss at the hands of a female.
So they just sneered a few times, and no one even said hello to Mr. Hanshan.
Seeing how indifferent these great chiefs were, Master Hanshan sneered a few times, opened a large silver folding fan with a snap, and slapped them hard several times. He secretly felt cruel in his heart. Once he had dealt with the heavenly clans outside, he would definitely make these Thousand-Eyed Evil Demons look good.
With a cold light flashing in his eyes, Young Master Hanshan thought of the urgent letter he sent back to the shrine last night.
He has already asked for help from the higher-ups of the shrine, and he has reported the value of these Thousand-Eyed Evil Demons to the higher-ups. He believes that those old monsters will definitely be interested in these Thousand-Eyed Evil Demons.
The secrets of the shrine are unpredictable. How strong those old monsters are and how many people there are are secrets that even the young masters like them cannot access. But everyone knows that the foundation of the shrine is very strong and powerful, and it hides countless masters!
Otherwise, the Divine Palace would be enemies of the Celestial Clan and Spiritual Cultivators, and both the Celestial Clan and Spiritual Cultivators would be hunting down the people who belonged to the Shrine Palace all over the sky. Without sufficient foundation, how could the Shrine Palace continue to exist in a meaningful way until now
As long as a group of top masters from the shrine come to reinforce him, Master Hanshan is confident that he can kill all these Thousand-Eyed Demons and show the power of the Celestial Clan outside.
Of course, Young Master Hanshan smiled subtly.
Now is not the time to start.
Waiting, waiting peacefully, waiting for these Thousand-Eyed Demons and the Celestial Clan to bleed each other and exhaust their strength, this is the best opportunity for the Divine Palace to take action.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and Ying Xiuer, who was full of youth, was surrounded by dozens of heavy-armored generals, holding General Jiao's arm and walked out swayingly.
General Jiao's face also had a layer of spring light. He wore a set of armor with an extremely strange shape, which was very different from the popular styles of Celestial Clan and Spiritual Cultivators. He also wore a heavy helmet with a ferocious shape and densely covered with sharp horns. With a cold and chilling aura, he walked over with a smile but a defiant attitude.
Ying Xiu'er was still smiling and nodding in greetings to Young Master Hanshan and the chiefs, while General Jiao's gaze was raised thirty degrees to the sky, not looking at Young Master Hanshan and these chiefs at all.
Young Master Hanshan and all the chiefs snorted coldly at the same time. This time, both sides were on the same camp.
A great chief "Jie Jie" who was about ten feet tall, with only about twenty fist-sized eyes on his chest, and his whole body exuded an intimidating heat wave, laughed strangely a few times, looked at General Jiao and said ferociously: "This... male , who are you? I’ve never seen him before!”
General Jiao snorted softly, raised his head expressionlessly, and watched seriously as a cloud slowly passed by in the sky without any intention of paying attention.
The old chief's face suddenly tensed up.
Among the hundreds of war chiefs present, this war chief is one of the oldest, and his cultivation level is enough to rank among the top ten. In the native world of the Thousand-Eyed Demon, this war chief is also quite famous. Have a reputation.
General Jiao treated him with disdain. In the customs and customs of the Thousand-Eyed Demon, this was considered a great insult, almost equivalent to challenging the great chief face to face.
A Thousand-Eyed Demon with more than 3,000 tiny eyes covering its entire body and more than ten feet tall roared angrily. He rushed out in one step and swung a long halberd to strike General Xiangjiao on the head.