The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

After everything was settled, Zhao Hao left Zhongqian World alone and returned to Moyi.

Being in the Lanting Palace, his spiritual consciousness is released, and it radiates towards the northwest. In the blink of an eye, he can see the entire Hetao area.

In this piece of fertile pasture and fertile land, the flames of war are burning.

Fifty thousand forbidden troops galloped across this land, and the foreign cavalry who crossed the Yellow River and entered here had already been beheaded in sevens and eights.

On the banks of the Yellow River at dusk, on that piece of grassland, the bodies of foreigners who died in battle are everywhere, and horses without owners are everywhere.

The tragic war has not yet come into contact, and in the farther place, stretching for several miles, there are black cavalry. The nearly [-] cavalry formed a torrent and charged forward mightily.

"Tiger" Chen Shen raised his fist high and let out that resonant roar.

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of forbidden troops quickly gathered together, with Chen Shen as the core, forming a solid cavalry phalanx.

"Prepare bows and arrows."

People in the Central Plains are not good at riding and shooting. Although the forbidden army has only been formed for half a year, they have practiced riding and shooting for more than a few years in the Qiankun Great Formation. Therefore, every soldier in the forbidden army is no better at riding and shooting than Those grassland tribes on the opposite side are weak.

Moreover, because each of them is a physical practitioner, the longbows used in their hands are all large bows of tens of stones. In terms of range and strength, they are not comparable to the bows and arrows in the hands of those grassland tribe warriors.

Fifty thousand imperial troops raised their bows at the same time.

"shoot"

Accompanied by Chen Shen's resonant voice, tens of thousands of arrows flew out from the cavalry phalanx, flew across the sky like locusts, and landed in the enemy team a hundred meters away.

The prairie tribe never thought that the opposite cavalry team from the Shang Kingdom would start attacking when the two sides were still [-] meters away.

What made them feel horrified was that this cavalry team actually dropped the arrow on their own heads at a distance of [-] meters.

The tens of thousands of arrows, after flying for a hundred meters, fell fiercely. The terrifying force penetrated the leather armor of each prairie warrior, penetrated into the burly body, and took away the lives of each.

The rain of arrows made the ranks of the grassland tribes become chaotic, and people kept falling from the arrows.

Only a few seconds after the first wave of arrow rain fell, the second wave of arrow rain came again, with the same tens of thousands of arrows, the same speed and force, and a few seconds later, the third wave of arrow rain fell .

The [-]-meter journey seemed to have become a forbidden area of ​​death. People were constantly being shot by arrows, and people were constantly falling off their horses. The galloping horses trampled those who fell off their horses into muddy flesh.

"Ben." Chen Shen raised his hand again.

The [-] imperial guards quickly put their longbows behind their backs, slowly raised the knight spears in their hands, and then, followed Chen Shen, galloped their horses at a gallop.

Just above the phalanx of [-] forbidden soldiers, at this moment, an invincible phantom wearing armor and holding a spear emerged.

In Lanting Palace, Zhao Hao showed astonishment on his face.

Fighting spirit?

Battle spirit, Zhao Hao did not expect that this army, which had not been on the battlefield for a long time, would actually condense its own battle spirit.

What about Fire Cloud Cave?

Fuxi: "How is this possible? This is just a troop composed of ordinary soldiers. How can such a troop condense the fighting spirit?"

Shennong: "It's a bit strange indeed, but this army seems to be a little different. Every sergeant has good strength. It seems that they have all practiced some kind of body training technique, and they have achieved something."

Xuanyuan: "The invincible battle spirit, the invincible division, this army will be invincible in the world, with this army, the human race will have no worries, Dihao, it is indeed extraordinary, he can do what ordinary people can't do I'm not as good as waiting."

Xuanyuan: "I don't think we need to hesitate any longer. Since the human race is expected to go further, as the third emperor of the human race, we should do something for the human race."

Shen Nong: "Imperial Brother, think twice before acting. You must know that what Dihao is facing is not a mortal, but a saint who is invincible in the world. Said to be six saints."

Fuxi: "That's right, we still need to make a long-term plan on this matter. When we came to Huoyun Cave, we swore that the human race would not step out of here unless it was in danger."

Xuanyuan sat on the futon and looked at the two elder brothers. Although he didn't show anything on his face, he was already annoyed in his heart.

When the invincible battle spirit appeared, Zhao Hao took back his consciousness, because he knew that there was no suspense about the outcome of this war. Fifty thousand body-refining Forbidden Army attacked the enemy with an army array, and With the blessing of an invincible fighting spirit, no matter how many opponents there are, they can only be slaughtered

fate.

Zhao Hao's figure disappeared from Lanting Palace, and when he reappeared, he had already entered the small world of Wuzhuang Temple.

Compared with his previous visit, the place is more prosperous and the population is dozens of times larger. Those few young people have grown up now, and many of them have already had children.

In the central square, just like when Zhao Hao came here, there are still tens of thousands of young men learning knowledge and practicing exercises here.

The city that was originally built has expanded several times, because it was built using mana, the layout of the entire city is very neat, and there is no clutter in the slightest.

Above the city, from time to time, a few young men fly by with their swords.

Here, it is no longer the city that belonged to mortals. The people here, no matter men or women, old or young, have formed an indissoluble bond with practice since the first day they appeared here. A person is destined to practice, and those who do not practice

People will only be abandoned and eliminated.

And the tens of thousands of male and female couples who were moved here were also the first to get in touch with practice. Now, among them, there are many with good cultivation and the most outstanding talents, and they have all reached the third realm of practice.