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- "Ancestor Fang, please find Xiaoyu's father." As Xin Jie spoke, he took out a rough jade talisman from his pocket.
"When Xiaoyu's father left, he said that if his jade talisman breaks, it means he is dead."
Fang Ling took the jade talisman and found that a crack had appeared on the jade talisman. Although this meant that the owner of the jade talisman still existed in the world, this crack meant that the owner of the jade talisman had suffered a lot. harm.
He nodded towards Xin Xiaoyu who had a longing face and said, "Since I am Xiaoyu's father, I should do my best on this matter."
Jinsha City, in the eyes of the desert monks, is like a holy land. The entire desert, no, it should be said that the area with Jinsha City as the center and a radius of thousands of miles is the territory of Jinsha City.
"All monks respect Jinsha City. Anyone who disobeys Jinsha City will have only one fate, and that is death without a burial place."
The huge Jinsha City is located in the depths of the desert. Under the sunlight, the entire Jinsha City looks like it is made of gold.
"Du Chen, give you an hour to wipe away the filth on the north side of the city." A man with gloomy eyes pointed towards the golden wall of Jinsha City.
"Ancestor has a distinguished guest coming in the next two days. If it delays his old man's affairs, all of you will be left without food."
Du Chen is a man who looks to be in his fifties. His pale face gives people the feeling that he will fall down if the wind blows.
He agreed to the man who spoke with a dull expression, and then staggered to get ready to work, but the man with a cold expression sneered: "You loser, if you want to die, just find a place in the sand to kill yourself." Just bury it, but don¡¯t jump off the city wall and dirty the walls of our Jinsha City.¡±
" Du Chen didn't speak, but his palms twitched. There was a deep-seated hatred in his heart for this gloomy man.
In Sands City. In the past, he relied on his foundation-building skills to become a disciple of an outer sect, and he was on the same level as that gloomy man.
But since he was injured during a mission, his identity has changed from an outer disciple to a servant.
That man with a gloomy face began to take pleasure in torturing him over the years. Although these tortures and blows were far from the hatred he carried.
No matter what, he will not end his life.
As the last member of the Yuchi family, as the last avenger. He can't die! He wants revenge, he wants to take back Jinsha City.
But now, he can no longer see hope. The cultivation of the ninth level of Qi training, let alone revenge, is a problem for him to survive in this Jinsha City.
Wiping the walls of Jinsha City, Du Chen looked into the distance with his cloudy eyes. His heart began to miss his home.
I miss his wife and children, I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s okay or not. When he was in the Qingsha tribe, because he wanted to conceal his identity, he used the family's secret method to hide his cultivation.
Therefore, their family is an ordinary family among the Qingsha tribe. Lost myself. I'm afraid that their mother and daughter's life in the Qingsha tribe should be even more difficult.
His children. I'm afraid even the family feud should be forgotten. After all, neither of his two children are suitable for cultivation.
Thinking of this result, he felt not only uncomfortable, but also a little relieved. After all, compared with practicing revenge, it seems good to let your child become a carefree person.
¡°At the very least, they don¡¯t have to take on the responsibility of revenge.
With each thought, Du Chen wiped half of the city wall clean. He packed up the rags and other things he had on hand, and began to think about who the Black Skull Ancestor had invited.
After all, after living in Jinsha City for so many years, he knew that the Black Skull Ancestor was a proud man, and it was definitely not an ordinary person who could make him pay such attention to reception.
There are not many people left in my family, but the strength of the Black Skull Ancestor is increasing by leaps and bounds. I want to seek revenge from him, alas!
Just when Du Chen was having random thoughts in his mind, he saw a seven-colored glow flying from a distance.
This is a big ship, a big ship speeding through the void. The big ship is flying straight towards him at lightning speed!
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¡°Dong dong dong!¡±
The powerful drum beat continued to tremble in the void, and the entire Zongzhou land began to boil with the drum beat.
At the station of the city defense army, monks sitting cross-legged stood up from their futons.Standing up, their eyes also looked in the direction of the drum sound.
Zongzhou¡¯s war drums, the war drums that accompanied Ji Xuantu¡¯s conquests in the world, once again resounded on the land of Zongzhou.
This Dragon War Drum is a drum made from the dragon skin when Ji Xuantu killed a ferocious dragon in the late Nascent Soul stage.
After the drum was trained, Ji Xuantu had only one position for the drum, and that was to lead conquests.
When conquering the world, all the areas that can be seen are Zongzhou's territory.
This drum can be said to have entrusted all the glory of Zong Zhou, and also gathered all the honor of Zong Zhou.
I don¡¯t know how many years have passed since this drum didn¡¯t sound.
Because Zong Zhou has occupied the world, because the world has surrendered to Zong Zhou's command, and because without Ji Xuan Tu, Zong Zhou has lost his ambition and strength to conquer the world.
But this time, with the sound of Zong Zhou's drum, all the Zong Zhou monks understood that this was not a conquest of the world, but a conquest of the rising strongman from Southern Chu.
Yan Chenzhou gathered 100,000 monks of all levels and sent an army to invade.
A hundred thousand troops seems to be nothing to some big country wars that often involve millions of troops.
But one hundred thousand monks is a huge number in the Zhou Territory. In this army of one hundred thousand, the lowest level is the monks in the foundation building stage.
In the eyes of many people, foundation-building cultivation is not too high, but foundation-building monks are the foundation of a sect.
If a sect has thousands of foundation-building monks, it would be an extremely large sect. Even when the Shaotian Sect dominated Southern Chu, the number of foundation-building disciples under the sect was less than 10,000.
More than 100,000 monks. The vast power can instantly crush a small country into powder.
Zongzhou is the most powerful force in the Zhou region, and his city defense army only has 5,000 foundation-building monks.
Even if all the monks in Zongzhou were mobilized, they would only be able to mobilize more than 20,000 monks.
Twenty thousand versus one hundred thousand. You can imagine how difficult this battle was!
Amidst the rumbling drums, countless Zongzhou monks all gathered in the square outside Zongzhou Chengtian Hall.
Twenty thousand people stood in their own positions, no one spoke or moved. There was just the sound of the drums that kept beating.
The door of Chengtian Palace was pushed open with a roar. As the door of Chengtian Palace opened, one after another figures walked out of the hall.
The one who walks in the front. He is the monarch of Zongzhou. Although he only has the cultivation level of Jindan, he is the leader of Zongzhou after all.
The king of Zongzhou, Xuan Wang Ji Wuchen, is only sixty years old now. For ordinary people, sixty is already an old age, but for Jindan monks, he is in the prime of life.
Ji Wuchen, who inherited the throne of Zongzhou five years ago. He should have been called Xuanjun, but at the request of Tu Yuanming, the eldest elder of the Tu family, he, Xuanjun, became Xuanwang.
According to the etiquette of the Zhou Dynasty. The king should be above the king. The king of Zongzhou is not called a king, but a king. This is an attitude in itself.
An attitude of seeking perfection.
It¡¯s just that Zong Zhou¡¯s attitude didn¡¯t get the response it deserved. On the contrary. Nanchu became more and more aggressive.
"Heavenly Lord Yan Shenzhou" is the title. King Xuan, who was the co-leader of Zhou Territory, was suppressed to the point where he lacked any brilliance.
Furthermore, Ji Wuchen is very likely to become the last monarch of Zong Zhou.
But now. Everything is irreversible, and all Zongzhou can do now is to fight to the death with the 100,000 Tianshao Clan monks.
Behind Ji Wuchen was Tu Yuanming, the eldest elder of the Tu family. Time didn't seem to leave any traces on Tu Yuanming's face. He stood next to Ji Wuchen, still looking so majestic.
Behind Tu Yuanming was Yi Zhangyuan from Tianjun Tianxia Courtyard. Compared with before, Yi Zhangyuan's hair was half white.
The reputation of Yi Zhangyuan in Zong Zhou was much higher than that of Tu Yuanming. Many monks had a hint of respect in their eyes when they saw Yi Zhangyuan.
Wearing an earthy yellow Taoist robe, Li Jinhu stood silently behind Yi Zhangyuan. Although he looked very inconspicuous, most of the people below were looking at him.
?? These eyes include excitement, enthusiasm, admiration, and
Zongzhou¡¯s Nascent Soul Ancestors were already standing silently on both sides of Ji Wuchen. After Ji Wuchen glanced at Li Jinhu, he stepped out of his seat.
He looked down at the 20,000 pairs of eyes, and his heartSo a little excited. Although he was only the nominal leader of Zongzhou, as a descendant of Ji Xuantu, he naturally cared for Zongzhou from the bottom of his heart.
Now, a war that will not only determine Zong Zhou's fate, but also his own fate is about to begin.
No matter from which aspect, as the leader of Zongzhou, he has to speak out and encourage the soldiers under his command.
Although the encouragement may not work, he must do it. He cannot back down because he is the leader of Zongzhou.
"Fellow Taoists, our Zongzhou has reached the most dangerous moment!" Ji Wuchen's voice spread out in all directions through his powerful true energy.
"Now, Yan Chenzhou leads an army of 100,000 to conquer our clan, which is the biggest disaster since the founding of our clan!"
Ji Wuchen¡¯s voice was deep, and every word seemed to contain something called heaviness.
His words made Tu Yuanming frown, but although his authority was higher than that of the puppet king, in front of so many monks, he still couldn't interrupt the sect leader's words for no reason.
After all, the priority has been decided. Although he is actually more powerful than the leader of Zongzhou, this person is the leader of Zongzhou after all.
"The Yan Chenzhou Channel shines in the sky, and its magical power is tyrannical. Monks all over the world have taken refuge in it. However, others can take refuge, but we cannot."
"It's not that I, Ji Wuchen, don't care about everyone's lives, but that we now have no way to retreat. We have been the co-leaders of the world for so many years. Once we surrender, we will only die." (To be continued)
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