War has always been the business of the immortal masters for the mortal world of Tongxuan Realm.

However, under the command of Daojun, the war had a precise connection with them for the first time.

After the priest's magic system was first established, an army of mortals was born amidst doubts and ridicule laughter.

As for the effect, it was well tested during the process of developing the Yunmeng Mountains.

When the jade lion surrenders, the fall of the jade lion leader is natural.

Without the command and protection of the old lion, most of the wild beasts below the Nascent Soul fled, but the numerous strange beasts would not abandon their homes just like that.

The ending was not suspense, but the process was very complicated. Some monks had an idea and said: Isn’t there such a large army? It just so happens that the great danger no longer exists, so let them do their best.

So, the current scene came about.

More than 10,000 troops were arranged neatly, and the silver armored clothes reflected the sunlight, like connected mirrors, with armored pieces colliding, and the clanging sound filled the world.

The war horse covered with iron armor became uneasy, but with the comfort of the rider, he barely recovered his calmness.

The flags were waving, and the sound of golden drums came one after another. Countless soldiers who had been trained for a long time were arranged neatly under the command of the flags and drums.

What needs to be conquered is a spiritual mountain occupied by barbarians.

The so-called barbarian refers to the uncivilized "savage".

Savages are also a kind of wild beast, and they are not the same as humans.

The savages have not evolved completely, just like humans compared to gorillas. Although they have low intelligence and embarked on another, completely different evolutionary path, they live in groups and have a relatively high social organization and structure compared to other strange beasts.

Attacking a savage tribe is naturally nothing to the immortal masters, but for these mortals who were farmers not long ago, it was the first to be a fan.

A black black line appeared on the ridge. The wild people held their original weapons and roared at the military formation here like wild animals.

roar!

Wow!

The roars were uneven, but they gathered together, but they were like stormy waves. The viciousness, unyielding, bloodthirsty, and violent voices in the voice made the army formations on the opposite side stagnate. All the soldiers of ordinary people suddenly turned pale, cowardly, and they wanted to throw their weapons and cover their ears to escape.

Let’s look at these barbarians again.

Each one is tall and burly, the tallest one stands like a wall, and the muscles on his body are as entangled as iron. Even the thinnest barbarians are not comparable to those of the soldiers on the military formation.

Not only brute force, but also combat skills honed in dangerous environments, as well as all kinds of talent abilities.

This battle is not easy to fight, although the number of both sides is 4:1!

More than 10,000 mortals fought against three thousand barbarian tribes.

Around the two armies confronted each other, there were many monks watching from afar. Yushi Ridge had already been won, and some fragmentary finishing work was no longer necessary to go into battle like all the staff.

The noise from watching was huge.

These are all low-level monks, not old, and they pointed at this army of mortals gathered by the Holy See.

Discussion, laughter, and chatting, and they didn't see it.

The confrontation between these two armies is even more sarcastic in their eyes.

"Pigs and sheep are pigs and sheep. No matter how many pigs and sheep there are, you can't bite them with wild animals. Let's see, if you can't fight for three breaths, these pigs and sheep will collapse!"

"Hehe, senior brother is too arbitrary. Isn't this a shepherd? Don't forget, they have magical skills!"

"Divine Arts!? Humph, so what about divine arts? Divine Arts cannot turn pigs and sheep into wild beasts out of thin air."

"Maybe this army is just a trick, and it is still the main force of the shepherd - yes, are they just doing it for us to see it!"

"Shhh, be careful to let our shepherds hear it!"

"So what? Do he dare to give up our merits? It is important to know that it is enough for everyone to run to this ghost place where birds do not shit...ah, which bastard attacks... Master, uncle, why is it you!"

"Idiot, why don't you get back to me!"

"Yes, yes, disciples, get out now, get out now!"

There was a burst of laughter from both sides, and the middle-aged monk who came was blowing his beard and glaring at him was useless.

Everyone was relaxed.

No matter what, there is always a place to settle down, although it is still small.

While relaxing, you can also watch the farce that the Holy See is serious.

On the hill a little further away, the elites from each family also looked out here from afar.

The Holy See's move to train a large army of mortals made them feel absurd and a little vigilant.

The priest has risen and now he is training these ordinary people!

Although no one fully saw the deep meaning, he vaguely realized something was wrong.

As for what is wrong, no one has accurately stated it.

Everyone was silent and observant, watching that although more than 10,000 people had the advantage of war and the clever discipline, they could not hide their anxiety and immaturity when they first entered the war.

Besides, even if the body is 100,000, so what if a million is one million, a low-level monk is like chopping vegetables and melons.

Not to mention the fierce and fearless barbarians against them.

As the formation was about to start, the monks watching from afar could not help but feel a little flirted, and one of them said:

"The Holy See is simply a mess. The lives of mortals are not life? You are optimistic, and we will end up in the end!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, it broke the silence, and then the whine of complaints arose:

"This is a legitimate statement, so we will go and talk about it. It's just a few remnants of the barbarians, so it doesn't take much time to pack up."

"Elder Liu is out of sight. This is not an ordinary barbarian!"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"This is a famous Shengman in the wilderness. It is called: Shishou. The weak have a first-level lower level, and the strong should have a second-level lower level power. Not to mention the physical body, even if we are a younger disciple, if one is not good, we will have to hate it!"

"Hiss, it turns out that it was a man of sage!"

"Yes, the macaque man has been domesticated for several generations. These macaque man is different. He is born to be raised in nature and survives in the depths of the wilderness. How can he not be fierce?"

"It's a big mistake to say this. So what are you waiting for? Not too fast..."

"Forget it, Elder Liu, the Holy See is preparing to establish his authority! We should be calm and see what the shepherds have to do to make the Immortal Immortal turn into an Immortal soldier!"

While talking, the mortal army moved first.

Of course, more than ten thousand people could not rush forward to fight in a swarm. The four military formations in front, left, right and middle were even more uniform than expected. The steps driven by the flag, golden drum and horn were "boom boom!", which actually brought about a strange and murderous aura.

Looking at the energy is the instinct of every monk.

Gradually, the laughter became much weaker, and many people frowned and looked at the first army of mortals that had created the world through the ages and the present.

It is more tranquil than the monk.

More disciplined than monks.

More than ten thousand people are as vast as one person, and each person is like a drop of water. The fear, anxiety and cowardice in a drop of water are quickly assimilated by this whole.

The pale face turned into an excited rosy, like a slightly drunken look.

The loud footsteps became more neat as they reached the back, and the momentum they set off instantly suppressed the roaring sounds from the opposite side.

The iron armor, golden face, and the war horse trot slowly made the earth tremble slightly!

The monk's brows frowned even more, for the inexplicable discomfort in his heart for this strange thing that he had never seen before.

A female cultivator who looked very majestic, mixed in a middle-aged monk, looked at the rolling steel and silver wire in surprise, and said to the middle-aged male cultivator next to her, "Zimu, what do you see?"

Zimu's eyes were deep, staring at the huge flag in the center of the array, and said, "Gather energy!"

"Collection of energy!" The female cultivator raised her voice in surprise.

The inspiration flashed in the male cultivator's eyes, and a phantom of existence and nothingness appeared behind him. The big banner in the center of his finger said, "Sect Master, over there!"

The female cultivator looked in the direction she pointed.

After a while, nodded and said, "So that's it!"

"One person is cowardly, but a hundred people are like rocks. One person's mind is changeable, but a hundred people are integrated into one! With this secret method, even though more than ten thousand people have become a whole."

The female cultivator sighed: "The Holy See's methods are always in the word "human heart", and the so-called faith is nothing more than this!"

"Yes!" the male cultivator continued: "But just that is far from enough. The rest depends on how the Holy See makes the Iron-Turn into a strong soldier!"

"It's difficult. Although the magical arts are mysterious, we have known them all for a long time. Those who are not pious cannot obtain them. These more than 10,000 people can never meet such standards!"

"The sect leader is not thinking about it!"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"The magical technique does not need everyone to have it!"

The female cultivator was shocked when she heard this. When she looked at the countless flags in the military formation, she suddenly flashed and said in surprise: "So that's it!"

During the conversation, all the noise disappeared, only the roar of the barbarians, the commands of the army and the sound of golden drums.

The atmosphere was so serious that it was suffocating. Some of the lowly monks wanted to laugh at him, but they came to their mouths, but found that they could not continue to speak.
To be continued...