"Please ask Laozu Fang, please find Xiaoyu's father." As Xin Jie spoke, she took out a rough jade talisman from her wardrobe.

"When Xiaoyu's father left, he said that if his natal jade talisman was broken, it means he was dead."

Fang Ling took the jade talisman and found that a crack had appeared on the jade talisman. Although it means that the owner of the jade talisman still exists in the world, this crack means that the owner of the jade talisman has suffered considerable damage.

He nodded to Xin Xiaoyu, who was full of desire and said, "Since it is Xiaoyu's father, I should do my best to do my best in this matter."

In the eyes of the monks of the desert, Jinsha City is like a holy land. The entire desert, no, it should be said that the area with the center of Jinsha City is all the territory of Jinsha City.

All monks regard Jinsha City as their pride. Anyone who disobeys Jinsha City will have only one end, that is, there will be no burial place to die.

The huge Sands City is located in the depths of the desert. Under the sunshine, the entire Sands City is like gold.

"Du Chen, I'll give you an hour to wipe the dirty things in the north of the city." A man with gloomy eyes pointed at the golden wall of the Golden Sands City.

"The ancestor has a distinguished guest coming these two days. If it delays his affairs, you will be unable to afford it."

Du Chen is a man in his fifties, with a pale face that gives people the feeling that he will fall down when the wind blows.

He agreed to the man who was talking with a dull expression and staggered to go to work, but the man with a cold expression sneered: "If you want to die, just find a place in the sand to bury yourself, don't jump off the wall of our Jinsha City."

Du Chen didn't say anything, but his palm twitched. He felt a deep hatred in his heart for this gloomy man.

In Jinsha City, he used to rely on his foundation-building cultivation to become an outer disciple, and he was of the same level as the gloomy man.

But since he was injured in a mission, his identity has changed from an outer disciple to a servant.

The man with a gloomy face had begun to rejoice in torture him over the years. Although these tortures and blows were too far from the hatred he had.

No matter what, he will not end his life.

As the last person of the Yuchi family and the last Avenger, he cannot die! He wants to take revenge, he wants to take back Sands City.

But now, he has no hope. The cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi training, let alone avenge, it is a problem to survive in this Jinsha City.

Wiping the walls of Jinsha City, Du Chen looked into the distance with his muddy eyes. His heart began to miss his home.

I missed his wife and children, but I don’t know if it was good. When I was in the Qingsha Tribe, I used the family secret technique to hide my cultivation.

So their family, among the Qingsha Tribe, is just an ordinary family. If they lose themselves, they may be more difficult for their mother and daughter to live in the Qingsha Tribe.

His children should probably forget even the family's hatred. After all, their two children are not suitable for cultivation.

Thinking of this result, he felt a little relieved. After all, compared with the practice of revenge, it seems that it is good to make his child a carefree person.

At the very least, they don't have to take on the responsibility of revenge.

With one thought after another, Du Chen wiped half of the city wall cleaned up a lot. He cleaned up the rags and other things at his hand, and began to think about who the Black Skeleton Ancestor was invited.

After all, after spending so many years in Jinsha City, he knew that the Black Skeleton Ancestor was a proud person, and it was definitely not ordinary people who could make him pay so much attention to reception.

There are no one in his family anymore, but the strength of the Black Skeleton Ancestor is making rapid progress to seek revenge on him, alas!

Just as Du Chen was thinking, he saw a seven-colored glow flying from a distance.

This is a big ship, a big ship flying in the void. The big ship is flying straight towards him at a speed of lightning!

...

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The majestic drum sounded constantly in the void, and the entire land of the sect and Zhou began to boil with the drum sound.

At the station of the city defense force, monks sitting cross-legged stood up from their cushions, and their eyes also looked in the direction of the drum.

Zong Zhou's war drum, the war drum dragon, who was accompanied by Ji Xuantu to fight the world, resounded again on the land of Zong Zhou.

This dragon war drum is a drum made by Ji Xuantu killing a ferocious dragon in the late stage of the Nascent Soul and training it with this dragon skin.

After this drum was trained, Ji Xuantu gave this drum only one position, that is, the main battle.

When conquering the world, the areas you can see are all the territory of Zong Zhou.

This drum can be said to have all the glory of Zong Zhou, and also gathers all the honor of Zong Zhou.

It has been unknown how many years, this drum has not sounded.

Because Zong Zhou had occupied the world, because the world had surrendered to Zong Zhou's command, and because without Ji Xuantu, Zong Zhou had lost the ambition and strength to conquer the world.

And this time, the drums on the side of Zong Zhou sounded, and all the monks of Zong Zhou understood that this was not a conquest of the world, but a conquest of the rising strong man from Nan Chu.

Yan sinks into a boat, gathers 100,000 monks at all levels, and attacks.

A hundred thousand army seems to be nothing to fight a great power battle that often has millions of troops.

But the 100,000 monks are a huge number in the Zhou Dynasty. The lowest level of these 100,000 soldiers are monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

In the eyes of many people, foundation-building cultivation is not too high, but foundation-building cultivators are the foundation of a sect.

If there are thousands of foundation-building monks in a sect, it will be an amazing sect. Even when the Hantian Gate was the leader of Nanchu, there would not be ten thousand foundation-building disciples under the sect.

More than 100,000 cultivators. The mighty power can instantly crush a small country into pieces.

As the most powerful force in the Zhou Dynasty, Zong Zhou only has 5,000 foundation-building cultivators.

Even if all the monks in the entire sect and Zhou Dynasty were mobilized, they could only mobilize more than 20,000 monks.

The hardship of this battle can be imagined from 20,000 to 100,000!

Amid the rumbling drum sounds, countless monks of the sect and Zhou Dynasty gathered in the square outside the Chengtian Hall of the sect and Zhou Dynasty.

Twenty thousand people stood in their own positions, no one spoke or walked around. All they had was the sound of drums that kept beating.

The gate of Chengtian Palace was pushed open in the roar. With the opening of the gate of Chengtian Palace, figures came out of the hall.

The one who walked in the forefront was the monarch of Zong Zhou. Although he only had the level of Jindan level cultivation, he was the leader of Zong Zhou after all.

The monarch of the sect, Xuan Wang, Ji Wuchen, is only sixty years old now. For ordinary people, they are already old at the age of sixty, but for the Jindan monk, he is at the age of youth and strength.

Ji Wuchen, who inherited the position of the monarch of Zongzhou five years ago, should have been called Xuanjun, but at the request of Tu Yuanming, the 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 monarch of the Zhou Dynasty did not call him a king, but instead became a king. This is an attitude in itself.

An attitude of seeking perfection.

However, Zong Zhou's attitude did not receive the response he should have. On the contrary, Nan Chu became more and more aggressive.

The title of Heavenly Lord Yan Chenzhou is suppressed by the Xuan King, the common ruler of Zhou Dynasty, without any glory.

Moreover, Ji Wuchen is likely to become the last monarch of Zong Zhou.

But now, everything is irreversible. All the entire Sect Zhou can do now is to fight to the death with 100,000 monks of the Hantian Sect.

Behind Ji Wuchen was Tu Yuanming, the elder of the Tu family. Time seemed to have left no trace on Tu Yuanming's face. He was still so majestic when he stood beside Ji Wuchen.

Behind Tu Yuanming was the Yi Palm Courtyard of Tianjun Tianxiayuan. Compared with the past, Yi Palm Courtyard's hair was half white.

The Yi Palm Academy's reputation in Zongzhou is much higher than that of Tu Yuanming. When many monks saw Yi Palm Academy, they showed a hint of respect in their eyes.

Li Jinhu was wearing a yellow Taoist robe and stood silently behind Yi Zhangyuan. Although he looked inconspicuous, almost most of the people below fell on him.

These eyes are excited, enthusiastic, admirable, and...

The members of the Yuanying ancestors of Zongzhou were already standing silently on both sides of Ji Wuchen. After Ji Wuchen looked at Li Jinhu, he stepped out of his position.

He looked at the 20,000 pairs of eyes below, and his heart was also a little excited. Although he was only the nominal leader of Zong Zhou, as a descendant of Ji Xuantu, he naturally had a kind of heartfelt favor towards Zong Zhou.

Now, a war that not only determines the fate of Zong Zhou, but also determines his own fate is about to begin.

No matter which aspect, he, the leader of the sect and Zhou, had to speak out and motivate his soldiers.

Although that motivation may not be effective, he must do this motivation, and he cannot retreat because he is the leader of the sect Zhou.

"Friends of Taoism, our sect Zhou has reached the most dangerous time!" Ji Wuchen's voice spread through his powerful true energy and spread in all directions.

"Now, Yan Chenzhou commanded a hundred thousand troops to conquer our clan Zhou. This is the biggest disaster since the establishment of our clan Zhou!"

Ji Wuchen's voice was low, and every word seemed to imply something called heavy.

His words made Tu Yuanming frown, but although his authority was above the lord of the puppet king, in front of so many monks, he could not interrupt the lord for no reason.

After all, the primary and secondary have been decided. Although his power is actually greater than that of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the lord of the

"Yan Shenzhou's passage shines on the sky, and his magic power is strong. The monks in the world surrender to each other. However, others can surrender, but we cannot surrender to each other."

"It's not that I, Ji Wuchen, ignore everyone's lives, but that we now have no way out. As the common ruler of the world for so many years, once we surrender, we will have only one way to die." (To be continued)

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