Chapter 1565 Raise millions of troops

Above the yellow sand desert, the comings are rolling like dragons.

It seems they are late!

But they were not late...

The rise of Mingjiao has just begun.

In the beacon fire that filled the sky, Lin Huang's expression became serious as he listened to the thunderous sounds.

One hundred thousand.

Two hundred thousand.

Three hundred thousand...

The Mingjiao army began to gather.

Even though it is not as powerful as the eight armies that dominated the world back then, everything that should come has come.

The flying battle flags signaled the beginning of the reunion of the eight Ming Cult members.

Thousands of years have passed.

But the blood is still there.

Whether they are the tribes that fell silent thousands of years ago or the descendants of the Ming Cult, they have returned one after another.

Qinglong Department.

White Tiger Department.

Suzaku Department.

Xuanwu Department.

Mingjiao Thirteen Kills.

Haoran Academy.

Shen Ce Mansion!

The Divine Calendar Tribe.

The battle flags of the eight tribes rolled up between heaven and earth.

It seems that there is the sound of a blue bell ringing in the void, ancient and grand. In the sound of the bell, it is accompanied by the roar of tigers and dragons, and the sound of swords.

Accompanied by the sound of war drums and horns!

At this moment... vast amounts of dust and sand were rising outside the desert.

In the dust and sand, there is a black flag dancing like a dragon...

The earth also began to shake with the flying wind of yellow sand.

"The descendants of Sang Hongye, the owner of the central building, and Shang Julu, the owner of the Hulong Clan merchant family, have returned to Mingjiao!"

Between heaven and earth, there was a mighty sound.

I saw that there was a huge word "Shang" in the flag that was like a dancing dragon!

At this moment, countless members of the Mingjiao turned around and looked at the army rushing out from the yellow sand in the sky... No, that was not an army, that was tens of thousands of ancient chariots.

Every ancient chariot is filled with soldiers and armor.

Central building!

In the history of Mingjiao, it is almost not praised by people. To plan the world, there is the existence of Shence Mansion... To conquer the world, there are four sects.

Crossing the vast territory and beheading powerful enemies, there were thirteen kills from the Mingjiao under Qin Changsheng.

To educate the people, there is a Haoran Academy.

It seems that everyone has forgotten the central building.

But...only people from the Ming Cult know that the Central Tower is extremely important.

The three armies have not moved, and the food and grass go first.

During the war, all Mingjiao's soldiers, horses, food, and news transmission... all need the support of the central building.

They have never set foot on the battlefield, but they have provided extremely solid backing for the warring tribesmen.

In the yellow sand, Shang Julu didn't say much.

When the tens of thousands of ancient chariots behind them arrived, they all split up.

Qinglong tribe Qingjia.

White Tiger Silver Armor.

Red-armored Suzaku.

Black armor Xuanwu.

Golden Armor Divine Calendar Department.

The Eighteen Mysterious Heavy Black Armors belong to Cangyun Eighteen Banners!

Even the Thirteen Killers of the Ming Cult have dark night feathers, which are not armors, but have defensive power that can overwhelm all armors.

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Thousands of years of accumulation.

This is the first big gift from the merchants of the Central Hub Building.

Thousands of ancient chariots and millions of soldiers!

When Mingjiao returns, there will be a new atmosphere sweeping the world.

The next moment, Shang Julu flew up and stepped onto the Qingtian Ancient Great Wall of Dafeng. A token for the central building appeared in his hand, "Gentlemen... This is the first time that I, Shang Julu, have appeared.

This is the last time you all see me! Thousands of years ago, when the Eight Tribes were fighting all over the world, the central building was flanked by the rear, and it should be the same from today on!"

"Millions of soldiers are just the first step in the rise of our Ming Cult. Eighty thousand miles outside Zhulu City, there is the Purple Sky Secret Realm... It contains thousands of years of planning by merchants and millions of Nightmare War Beasts!"

"May my Mingjiao's iron hooves march all over the world; may my Mingjiao's battle flag sweep across the world; may my Mingjiao's military fronts slay all the evil spirits! May my Mingjiao's bloody battles forever suppress the eight wastelands!"

In the void, Shang Julu rolled up his sleeves and made a loud voice!

After being lowered onto the yellow sand, everyone in the Ming Cult shouted loudly, and the roar was like thunder.

The central building is here!

Members of the Mingjiao don't have to worry about all the trivial matters, they just need to be guided by the soldiers and move forward without hesitation!

boom.

rumble.

boom……

At this time, the desert was in turmoil and earthquakes shook the mountains.

Hundreds of miles away, there is the sound of a blue dragon roaring loudly in the world!

Between heaven and earth, there is billowing green air hanging down!

At this moment, on the yellow sand desert, the returning Qinglong tribe raised their eyebrows. They listened to the mighty dragon roar in the void and turned their heads to look behind them with excitement.

Only half an hour...

Above the sky, a green dragon formed by the condensation of billowing vitality protruded.

There is a young man on top of Qinglong's head.

He is rarely seen wearing white clothes and green armor.

He is holding an Asiu golden gun in his left hand!

On the right hand stands a blue dragon battle flag that stretches for dozens of miles...

The strong wind was blowing, but the young man on the head of the green dragon had a solemn expression, with a arrogant look on his eyebrows that looked at the world, "Qinglong Department... the second-generation commander Xuanyuan Han has raised millions of troops... join us!"

In the void, Lu Han's voice resounded throughout the world. Before he finished speaking, a blue dragon tribe's inheritance token appeared in his palm.

And below, the million-strong army that caused the earth to shake also emerged.

They rolled in, like a dark tide, crashing through the mountains and rivers, giving people an incomparable shock.

Even though the level of each person in this million-strong army is not high, their Qi and blood are now connected, and coupled with the Qinglong Luck given by Lu Han's separation, this million-strong army is invincible!

The members of the Ming Cult looked at the million-strong army, as if they were looking at a black dragon emerging from the world, sweeping across the world.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

Millions of troops roared, and the sound penetrated the sun and the moon.

Their expressions were solemn, and there was murderous intent in their eyes, which made people dare not look down upon them!

Looking at the millions of troops in front of him, Lin Huang suddenly felt a sense of emotion in his heart...
To be continued...