The Mortal Immortal

Two years later, the day is approaching when the roads of trial will connect with each other.

As was customary, the passage to Paradise would open one month earlier than the passage back to the Holy Land, and the entrance would remain open for two months.

The purpose is to allow the monks who have returned from Paradise enough time to return to the Holy Land.

Twenty years have passed since the passage was last opened.

In the past twenty years, the Nine Holy Lands and the Renaissance Army have spread throughout the vast Hell Road. The two major forces have fought with each other, and the war has burned every corner of the Hell Road.

But now, Hell Road is empty again. Both the Holy Land monks and the Renaissance Army monks are gathered at the entrance of the paradise, waiting for a big battle.

The Renaissance Army gathered in the First Chaos Mountains, while the monks from the Nine Holy Lands gathered in the Ending Plains.

The vast depression between the First Chaos Mountains and the Last Plains is the entrance to Paradise.

At this time, the day for the opening of the paradise is approaching, and the two major forces are also preparing for the final decisive battle.

Feng Zelu, the commander of the Changlin Army, stood in the sky above Shiluan with a whisk in his hand. His eyes penetrated thousands of miles away, silently observing the Holy Land Army not far away, and behind him were the dark soldiers of the Renaissance Army.

There are as many as eleven thousand people.

Over the years, the Renaissance Army has followed Feng Zelu's orders and has not massacred Holy Land monks. Instead, they have captured Holy Land monks everywhere and persuaded them to surrender.

After twenty years of hard work, a total of 3,000 Renaissance Army soldiers were added. In order to prevent false surrender, Feng Zelu personally planted restrictions on each soldier to prevent them from defecting in battle.

But even so, the Renaissance Army was still at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers when facing the Holy Land Army.

Each Holy Land will throw 3,000 Holy Land monks into the Trial Road, and the total number of people in the nine Holy Lands is 27,000. However, the monks in the Tianshu Holy Land were almost wiped out. Coupled with the actions of the Renaissance Army in recent years, the total number of monks in the Nine Holy Lands now exceeds 21,000.

The gap of nearly 10,000 people is not good news for the Renaissance Army, but the cultivation level of the monks here is obviously crushing the Nine Holy Lands.

This is because the monks from the Nine Holy Lands who have entered the Hell Road are all low-level monks who have just advanced to the pill-forming stage, while the Renaissance Army is basically all mid- to late-stage pill-forming monks who have experienced hundreds of battles.

In this way, each has its own strengths and weaknesses; when the two armies confront each other, the outcome is unpredictable.

Although neither of them is sure of victory, both sides are equally determined to fight to the death.

Feng Zelu looked into the distance. Having experienced countless strong winds and waves, he couldn't help but feel surges in his heart.

This will be the largest battle he has commanded in his life. More than 30,000 alchemy monks are fighting each other. This will be the largest battle the Renaissance Army has experienced since its founding.

Feng Zelu still remembered that more than 1,200 years ago, when he was the protector of the Tianshu Holy Land, the Renaissance Army at that time had only been established for eight hundred years. It was still a ragtag group hiding everywhere, eking out an existence amid the pursuit and interception of the Holy Land army.

At that time, Feng Zelu was very puzzled. Under heavy siege and interception by the Holy Land army, why was the Renaissance Army like a strong wind and a grass that could not be burned away by wildfire but regenerated by the spring breeze?

I originally thought that the reason why the Renaissance Army was so difficult to destroy was because of the secret protection of the mysterious commander.

Later, when he met the commander of the Renaissance Army, this view changed.

From that moment on, Feng Zelu felt the fundamental reason for the true longevity of the Renaissance Army.

This is not the protection of the great commander, nor is it the cowardice and incompetence of the Holy Land Army, but the spirit buried in the bones of the Yingtian people that has always supported the Renaissance Army.

Pursue freedom, pursue truth, oppose oppression, and oppose slavery!

As long as the Yingtian clan is deceived and enslaved for a day, this spirit engraved in the bones of the Yingtian clan will never be erased, and the Renaissance Army will never be truly annihilated.

It may fail temporarily, or the entire army may be annihilated, but this spirit will be passed on, allowing different people to join one after another, allowing the Renaissance Army to regain its vitality again and again, until the Yingtian clan is completely freed from slavery!

Nowadays, it has been 1,900 years since the Renaissance Army was established. From the original few thousand people, it has expanded to a scale that can crush the Nine Holy Lands.

Feng Zelu knew that it was time. As long as all the Holy Land monks on the trial road were completely annihilated in this battle and the strength of the Nine Holy Lands was severely weakened again, then the Li Ying Celestial Clan would be truly revived after the Nine Holy Lands were destroyed. Far.

Feng Zelu looked up to the sky and sighed: "If this is the case, I, Feng Zelu, will die without regrets."

At this time, Ren Fei, the leader of Linfeng Army and a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, came to Feng Zelu and said, "Feng Tong, our Renaissance Army has all been assembled. We will set off immediately with your order."

Feng Zelu smiled: "Brother Ren, have you ever thought that if I hadn't found you back then, you would probably be standing on the opposite side today."

Ren Fei laughed: "According to Commander Feng's wishes, I, Ren Fei, have to bow to Commander Feng to thank you before the war begins?"

"Of course that's not what I meant."

Feng Zelu put away his smile, looked into the distance and said seriously: "That's not what I meant. What I meant is that the people standing opposite are not enemies. They are just like us back then, fighting for the Yingtian clan wholeheartedly. We We obviously have the same ideals, but we stand on different sides. If you give me enough time, maybe more people will stand in our Renaissance Army and fight for the true Yingtian Clan. "What a pity!"

Ren Fei persuaded: "There is nothing we can do about it. Some people are destined to be unable to persuade, and we don't have that much time. As the commander-in-chief said, if you want to save someone, you must hold on to it; if you want to seize it, you must guard it. Therefore, victory always comes at a price.”

Feng Zelu nodded, and suddenly he saw a red light flying from afar. He looked closely and saw that it was Ye Rao who was late. Ye Rao suddenly stopped in front of the formation and said in surprise: "Hey, is it about to start! Old Feng, wait for me first, I will go to gather my Ye Rao army!"

Feng Zelu was stunned: "Your Ye Rao army has others..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Rao turned into a stream of light and ran towards the Shiluan Mountains below.

Ren Fei looked at Ye Rao and couldn't help shaking his head: "Even if it fits the Wuwowuta Divine Stone, this Ye Rao is really too crazy. I don't know why the commander-in-chief values ​​him so much."

Feng Zelu: "The commander-in-chief has his considerations, and we don't need to ask..."

Suddenly, Feng Zelu looked into the distance and his pupils shrank. He whispered: "Brother Ren, sound the war drum! The enemy is coming! It seems that they are more anxious than us!"

Ren Fei was startled and looked into the distance. Sure enough, a black cloud appeared in the distance and was moving quickly towards this side.

"War drums sound!"

Ren Fei's shout resounded throughout the Renaissance Army.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Continuous rapid drum beats rippled, and the entire Renaissance Army shouted in unison with the drum beats. The army set out, and the fighting spirit resounded through the sky.

The Renaissance Army and the nine holy places faced off above the entrance of the paradise. The Yuanying-stage monks of both sides lined up in front. There were seven Yuanying-stage monks on the holy land side, and four on the Renaissance Army. Both sides were in high spirits, and a heroic fight was inevitable.

But suddenly, the depression below them emitted a dazzling light, and the entire depression began to collapse into the endless black abyss. Almost in an instant, the depression within a radius of fifty miles fell into the endless abyss.

Feng Zelu was somewhat surprised: "The paradise is open ahead of time?"

Ren Fei looked at Feng Zelu: "Feng Tong?"

Feng Zelu focused his eyes on the seven Nascent Soul cultivators of the Renaissance Army who were lined up in front, and said: "The plan remains unchanged, and the primary goal is to wipe out the monks of the Holy Land!"

Then Feng Zelu waved his whisk and shouted loudly: "Soldiers of the Renaissance Army, follow me to charge and kill the enemy! Kill!"

As soon as Feng Zelu gave the order, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the soldiers of both armies were completely furious and rushed towards each other.

However, just when the battle was about to be irreversible, a heart-wrenching wail of a female cultivator came from the bottomless entrance of the paradise, which directly disrupted the battle between the two armies.

"An alien invasion!"

"An alien invasion!"