Perfect World: An Lan is fierce

After thinking clearly about the stakes, An Lan pondered slightly. It seemed that no matter what, it was impossible for the foreign land to quickly destroy the primitive ancient world.

With the presence of Mie Xiang in that realm, as long as the kings of the primitive ancient realm are willing to do so, they can stop the iron hoof of the alien army without caring about the safety of the mother realm.

He couldn't help but let out a sigh. How could the game between the two worlds be so simple?

From this point of view, the matter of annihilating the seven kings and their descendants needs to be considered in the long term, and it is impossible to achieve it in a short time.

According to the flow of history, after the Immortal Era, only one of the seven kings is still alive, and the rest have fallen. This shows that there was also a tragic war in the original imperial city. An Lan feels that as long as he pays a certain price, the Glory clan can be wiped out. There is still hope.

He thought carefully, and over the long years, he had more or less formed a relationship with the kings of foreign lands, and many immortal kings still owed him favors.

If these causes and effects are used, asking them to take heavy action against the Seven Kings ethnic group, target the ethnic group severely, and carry out mass extermination should be possible. There is only one prerequisite, and that is that the plan of foreign lands must be given priority. Otherwise, He would become the target of public criticism in a foreign land, and in that case the gain would outweigh the loss.

For the next ten days, An Lan kept thinking about how to break through the original imperial pass.

There are many formations of Immortal Kings there, with astonishing defensive power. Since it was breached several times and suffered a bloodbath, the Seven Kings have turned this imperial city into an iron barrel, making it difficult to attack from the front.

Therefore, An Lan's methods were all about outsmarting them. For example, inserting a traitor into the Immortal King's formation to manipulate them, and then actively lead foreign armies into the pass.

This idea is most likely to be realized, because there are many weaklings in the primitive ancient world. The guardian sacred beasts of the ancient monk lineage - the fearless lion, the fallen blood phoenix of the true phoenix lineage, and the dark demon dragon tribe, etc., all turned against each other in the end. Foreign lands, serving foreign lands.

Even the Shenxiao clan who pretended to surrender can use it, because in order to deceive the foreign land, one of the ten evil men directly cut off that part of the undercover's memory. To a certain extent, it is no different from a real rebellion.

If these traitors are used well, it will not be a problem to break through the original imperial pass. At that time, An Lan's plan can be realized.

However, An Lan must first contact these creatures and let them work for him. Otherwise, after having contact with the foreign kings, it will be impossible to serve his plan alone.

In ten days, a careful plan emerged in An Lan's mind. If everything went well, he would be able to achieve his goal.

This day is the eleventh day. An Lan has given orders to those immortal creatures. It is time to test the results. He wants to see those scattered soldiers from all directions become a well-trained and fierce fighting force in ten days. army.

Only in this way can we follow him to fight in the primitive ancient world. Otherwise, what are we like as stragglers? They are simply not worthy of becoming an army led by the Immortal King.

"Master, the immortals are ready. The army has been organized and ready to go. It's just waiting for the master to go to review." The voice of the old wolf god came.

An Lan responded softly, and then stood up from sitting cross-legged. Immediately, the golden light was dazzling, and the aura of the Immortal King spread. The light flashed in his hand, and his famous weapon appeared.

Holding the Spear of Anlan in one hand and the Shield of Anlan in the other, the whole person was in a fighting state.

Since it is a military parade, it is necessary to show the momentum of the Immortal King. The war is imminent. In only a few days, we will start to fight towards the primitive ancient world. Before that, An Lan, as the supreme commander of the army, will naturally have to personally Come out to boost morale and make these creatures work for you.

"boom!"

The sky was dark, the earth was dark, the sun and the moon had no light, and the Immortal King's aura spread out overwhelmingly, sweeping across the eight wastelands with a chilling aura.

An Lan appeared, tall and majestic, standing there, his demonic body towering into the sky, the ancient spear and shield in his hand shining brightly, his murderous aura overwhelming, a pair of indifferent eyes, looking down on all living beings, looking down on all things, profound to the extreme, as if Can understand everything in the world.

As soon as his figure appeared, the dark army became restless.

Everyone was looking up, with pious expressions on their faces, murmuring to themselves, and chanting An Lan's name. Many people were so excited that tears filled their eyes, and they couldn't help sobbing. You know, that was the true name of the Immortal King. Many of them would never see it in their lifetime, and the scene now is like a dream.

Almost all the creatures that make up the army come from the vast territory ruled by An Lan. They have been kneeling and worshiping An Lan's stone statue since his birth, chanting An Lan's true name, and praying day and night. They have long regarded the word An Lan as a belief.

At this moment, when the belief comes true and the true body stands before our eyes, how can we not make people excited and cry with joy?

Even the immortals, who were usually calm and calm, showed fanaticism on their faces, staring at An Lan's figure with a bit of madness in their admiration.

If An Lan ordered these creatures to die for him at this moment, they would do it without hesitation, because this is the order of the Immortal King, which is bigger than the sky.

Looking at these fanatical eyes and feeling the beast-like roars coming and going from the crowd, An Lan's blood began to boil.

He is about to lead such a black torrent-like army to conquer a large world. It is exciting to think about it.

Twenty-one armies, led by different immortal beings. The armor of each army is black, engraved with powerful symbols and ferocious animal heads. Their murderous aura is surging. Together, they cover the sky and extinguish the sun and moon. .

There is no doubt that this army of monks is a fierce force.

An Lan said nothing, but took out a large flag, carved his own mark on it, and threw it into the sky, where it fluttered in the wind and made a hunting sound.

Then, he raised the spear in his hand and said in a cold voice: "We must win!"

Suddenly, twenty-one monk armies composed of creatures of various races shouted in unison.

"Must win!"

The sound was too loud and deafening, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, shattering the clouds in all directions, murderous intent rising into the sky, cracking the sky, shaking the earth for a million miles around, and all the gravel was turned into powder.

Afterwards, the twenty-one immortal creatures raised their weapons in tacit understanding, looked up at An Lan, with fanaticism and admiration on their faces, and shouted: "The Immortal King!"

"Boom!"

The stars in the sky were shaken down, like a brilliant meteor shower.

The army behind them also shouted in unison: "Immortal King!"

Thousands of ruthless soldiers!

An Lan nodded secretly, feeling the high morale and the ocean-like murderous intent released by the army. This was definitely an iron-blooded army.