"There is no mistaking it. This is Taoist Jin'an's snow-capped white ox mount that looks a bit like a sheep. I was so impressed that the female yaks in my caravan often circled around it." Another person said.

The tea merchant boss said it very firmly.

Zhao Jinchuan looked surprised and slapped his thigh excitedly: "Haha, that's right! It's not the enemy that's besieging the city, brothers, it's our reinforcements that have arrived!"

"Do you still remember? I heard from those who came from the West Kunlun Mountains that Taoist Jin'an has a good relationship with the tribe of the descendants of the monkey. It must be the tribe of the descendants of the monkey who got the news and came here to support Taoist Jin'an!"

The more Zhao Jinchuan talked, the more excited he became, and he raised his arms and cheered: "Don't be afraid, everyone! That snow-capped mountain sacred cow is the mount of Taoist Jin'an!"

At this time, some serfs who came back from the West Kunlun Mountains recognized "Master Yongcuo" riding on the back of a sacred bull, and they were surprised and shouted "Master Yongcuo" repeatedly.

The old Taoist priest who was riding on the back of a sheep and rushing to reinforce Black Rock City heard the shouts on the city wall and recognized many familiar faces. This scene made him both surprised and happy. He then figured out what was going on.

He was so excited that he cried with joy: "Little brother, you did it, you really did it! Who said that one person cannot fight against the torrent, but you are the only one in the world who has done it!"

Speaking of excitement, the old Taoist priest wiped a few tears on the wool, which made the goat so angry that he almost raised his hooves and tried to knock him over.

Goats are good at rock climbing. The goats carried the old Taoist priest with a few easy jumps and climbed to the city wall. It was the first time in their lives that they were so close to the patron saint of the snow-capped mountains. The serfs looked excited. At this time, a group of serfs walked to the old Taoist priest in tears.

Beside the Taoist priest, his voice was choked with emotion and he shouted: "Good luck to Master Yongcuo."

Seeing the familiar faces standing in front of him intact, the old Taoist priest's voice was choked with sobs.

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Within the city.

Seeing the sudden change in the painting style, the two groups of people suddenly hugging each other and recognizing each other, the foreigners who originally had no hope, were all dumbfounded, with dull expressions on their faces.

Who will tell them what is going on?

The most unacceptable ones are the Blackstone clan members. A moment ago, the whole city was cheering, raising their arms and shouting for the patron saint of the snow mountain. Now their hands and feet are cold, and their bodies are as cold as falling into the glacier, from head to toe.

"How is it possible! How could this happen! Why are people from the descendants of the monkey tribe coming!"

"Are the two tribes going to war?"

But what more people care about is another thing, with trembling voices: "Just now...were those people shouting...that the Patron Saint of the Snow Mountains is the mount of the murderous demon?"

The news was so shocking that it was like throwing a stone into a lake, causing huge waves. Their newly rekindled faith collapsed once again.

They can't accept this fact. Why is the Guardian Saint of the Snow Mountain the mount of the big devil, standing on the opposite side of the Blackstone Clan? Doesn't that mean that the Blackstone Clan is the one who was abandoned by the Snow Mountain? Even the gods think that they are the ones who are Dai.

sinner.

"This is absolutely impossible!" After two consecutive collapses of faith, some people went crazy on the spot.

At this time, the earth trembled, the white clouds in the sky were driven forward by the rolling earth dragons raised from the horizon, and another army rushed towards Black Rock City with murderous intent.

"Look at those black flags, it's our warriors who really came to save us this time..." But before the Blackstone clan could regain their morale, the newly arrived army of thousands of cavalrymen did not compete with the descendants of the monkey tribe.

There was a war between people, but several high-level tribes came out to communicate with the descendants of the monkey god.

What's going on?

Why do we, the Blackstone clan, know people from the descendants of the monkey tribe?

Before they could understand, the Blackstone Clan's army retreated back the way they came, and left without any intention of attacking the city to rescue them.

The whole city was silent and silent. Everyone was so overwhelmed by the sudden changes in the situation that they forgot to speak. It was at this time that they saw the city gate being demolished and welcomed the army of descendants of the monkeys into the city. They saw the man on the mountain.
Chapter completed!