Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"The person in charge of the ninth war zone, Xia Houwu!"

"The person in charge of the tenth war zone, the Ancestor of the Great Desolate Demon!"

"The person in charge of the Eleventh War Zone, the ancestor of the Imperial House!"

"The person in charge of the twelfth war zone, Wuzu Di Jiang!"

"The person in charge of District 13, Wuzu Houtu!"

"The person in charge of the 14th District, the second generation Demon Emperor!"

"The person in charge of the 15th war zone, the Dragon Emperor of the East China Sea!"

"The person in charge of the 15th war zone, Di Xuan'er!"

"Head of the 16th War Zone, Kong Liuxiao!"

"The person in charge of the 17th War Zone, Dad Xiang Liang!"

"The person in charge of the 18th War Zone, Xiang Xiaoyu!"

"The person in charge of the 19th War Zone, Mo Ziyang!"

The entire defensive front, the Prehistoric Alliance was divided into nineteen war zones, corresponding to the nine heavens and ten places, and each war zone selected a responsible commander.

For nine days and ten places, the 19th Route Allied Forces numbered 380 million people. Because the head of intelligence, Gou Shiyue, was bad at math, he calculated it as 340 million people for the 17th Route Allied Forces.

Xiang Chen looked at the thousands of generals from the Prehistoric Alliance and the 19th Route Commander, clasping his fists and saying, "The heavy rain is coming, and the building will collapse. Everyone, please follow me to save the sky!"

Thousands of people roared in unison, clasping their fists and saying, "It's our duty to save the world together!"

Forbidden place.

The Hongmeng coalition forces are rushing towards the plane of chaos at this moment.

They formed huge phalanxes to scout warships, with fighter planes at the front, followed by fighter planes and warships.

Behind the fighter planes and battleships, protected in the middle is the transport battleship. Each transport battleship has thousands of troops on board.

The war halberds and battleships of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Allied Forces are very different in appearance, but their power is similar, and there is no too practical difference.

For example, the ancient battleships and fighter planes are powered by burning sky fire oil.

Force is attack energy, and the same is true for the Prehistoric Alliance.

Eternal Heaven, Netherworld Dynasty, and several allied warships from Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, all use Burning Sky Fire Oil as kinetic energy and attack energy.

Hongmeng Sun and Hongmeng Taiyin, the battleships of these two super continents use Taiyin. The power of the sun is kinetic energy and output energy.

There are also battleships and fighter planes from forces such as Taixuan and Ziweitian. They also have different energy sources, but the powerful attacks they release are similar. There is no difference in technology across generations.

Hongmeng Allied Forces command the main ship.

Eternal Heaven Commander, Han Xuanwu said, "Everyone, we are less than a thousand light years away from the border of the Chaos Plane. It is expected that we will reach the junction of the Chaos Plane in one day. Please order your troops to prepare for battle."

All the major commanders nodded, and then issued battle orders to their battleships and fighter formations.

Suddenly all the reconnaissance aircraft formations began to accelerate towards the front, followed by fighter planes and battleship formations.

Prehistoric Alliance Command Center, Tianji Shenwang Department.

Yan Ruyu, the head of the Tianji Shenwang Department, is closely monitoring the movements of the Hongmeng Nine Heavens and Ten Earths coalition forces.

A woman under her command immediately stood up, saluted Yan Ruyu and said, "Report to the leader, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths coalition forces have entered within a thousand light years of us and have entered the best long-range strike range."

Yan Ruyu squinted her beautiful eyes and looked at the picture on the Tianji Shenwang projection, and said calmly, "I know, continue monitoring."

She took out the magical mirror and called inside, "Junior brother, the enemy's flying fleet fighter group has entered our best strike range."

"I understand, senior sister, keep staring." Xiang Chen's voice came from the other end.

Among the prehistoric alliance fleets, there is a group of fleets at the very end.

This group of fleets is the Zhusheng Shenwu launch formation.

The huge launch battleships are scattered in different formations in nineteen theaters, with a huge number of no less than 190,000 launch battleships.

The commander of these launching battleship formations is Mo Yan, Mo Nanbei's sister.

"Report, the Tianji Shenwang detection system found that the enemy fleet group has entered the best strike range within a thousand light years. Do you want to attack the enemy?"

Almost at the same time, the leaders of the nineteen theater launch fleets all sent messages to Mo Yan to report the situation.

Mo Yan was wearing a women's military uniform, with short ear-length hair and a handsome appearance. The military rank on her shoulders was that of a five-star general in the prehistoric coalition army, a rank of commander-in-chief.

She crossed her arms and looked at the pictures on the nineteen split screens. She communicated with the Divine Machine Dharma Mirror with her spiritual thoughts and asked the commander-in-chief Xiang Chen.

Xiang Chen calmly said, "After receiving the request, we can activate long-range fire strikes, saturation strikes!"

Saturation strike, as much ammunition as you have!

Mo Yan put down the magical mirror, picked up the communicator and said to the launch ship formations in the nineteen theaters, "After receiving the order from the commander-in-chief, we can strike. A saturation strike. The first wave of strikes. Each launch formation will have 100,000 Zhu Sheng." Divine weapons prepared!"

"Launch fleet No. 1, 234, lock on the Eternal Sky, Tai Xuantian, Eternal Sky, and Infinite Sky transport battleship formations!"

"Launch fleet No. 456, lock on Netherworld, Guixu, Middle-earth, Cang Lei transport battleship formation!"

"Launch fleet No. 789, lock on the Sun, Taiyin, Juntian, Brahma Jingtian transport fleet!"

"Ten, eleven, twelve, lock the Xiqi, Nanming, and Beixuan transport fleets!"

"The thirteenth launch fleet to the nineteenth launch fleet, lock the enemy fighters

Battleship formation, countdown, fire simultaneously in ten seconds! "

The person in charge of the launch fleet in the 19th theater sent a message at the same time: "Received the order, activate the Saint-killing Shenwu!"

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six——"

On the launch fleet, the covers of the missile silos popped open and flew out. Each Zhusheng Shenwu launch ship had at least twenty launch ports.

At this moment, a missile of Zhusheng Shenwu slowly emerged from the launch silo, with the words "Eighth Lord Zhusheng Shenwu" written on it.

At this moment, 1.9 million Saint-killing divine weapons are ready.

Mo Yan stared at the screen of Tianji Shenwang, punched the launch button, and sneered, "Everyone, it's great to have friends from far away. Listen to my dragon's roar!"

At this moment, hundreds of divine network masters pressed the switches on the array plates one after another at the same time, inputting different divine patterns.

In a certain launch fleet.

Rumble——!

In an instant, the space shook, the sky collapsed, and the launching battleship group trembled.

The huge missiles in the launch silo are one hundred thousand feet long, and are engraved with divine patterns of destruction, as well as array patterns. They may not burst out with the sky-burning divine fire, plus space airflow.

The bottom is the driving force formed by burning the sky fire fat, plus the push of the space magic circle, assisting the yin and yang core kinetic energy of the sun and the yin, erupting colorful tail flames and instantly rising into the sky, tearing the starry sky and disappearing.

In an instant, millions of God-killing weapons were lifted into the air, and the space above them was distorted. These God-killing weapons disappeared in an instant as they were lifted into the air, entering the world of twisted space turbulence planes.

The trajectory of each missile is like a floating pebble, moving up and down in an extremely irregular trajectory that is difficult to monitor and intercept. The speed is astonishing, comparable to the speed of space transmission.

How powerful will the millions of Saint-killing Divine Martial Arts be?