"Yingfeng, you have to know that this Dawu Dynasty is not only the dynasty of the Yang family, but also the dynasty of my Ning family!"

Ning Haoyuan's eyes were sharp, and he looked at the eldest son in the lower position and made a faint voice.

"The crisis of the dynasty is also the crisis of my Ning family! By then, the destruction of the Great Wu, and my Ning family will not be much better! For hundreds of years, my Ning family has been bound to the Great Wu and cannot be separated. It is not just my Ning family, the Grand Tutor Jiang family, and the Taibao Cai family, isn't it the same?!"

Ning Haoyuan's voice was calm, but what he said was like a basin of cold water poured on Ning Ying's head, making him cold from his head to his feet in an instant.

"Father, is our Ning family really going to live and die with the Yang family?"

He said sadly, who doesn’t know the situation in the dynasty now?

The Dawu Dynasty can be said to be extremely dangerous!

"Although this time is extremely dangerous, why did my father do something unsure? Well, don't discuss it again, go gather the Iron Blood Army and summon the retired soldiers. After twenty years of storm, can they still carry the sword and kill people?!"

Ning Haoyuan shook his head, his eyes full of determination and could not be refuted.

"Father! Alas, yes!"

Ning Yingfeng was anxious, but seeing that Ning Haoyuan's intention could not be changed, he could only obey the orders at the moment.

"Everyone, this battle is related to the life and death of the Dawu Dynasty. How can there be a complete egg when the nest is destroyed? We should fight to the death!"

Ning Haoyuan stood up, his head full of black hair dancing, and his heroic hair was still strong. Although he had not moved for twenty years, he was unsheathed now and was still full of sharpness and cold light!

"I will die if I am in danger!"

Everyone stood up enthusiastically and knelt down on one knee. The sound resounded throughout the world. A stream of extremely powerful aura soared into the sky, shattering the wind and clouds, and cleaning the void!

At this moment, half of the royal city was quiet, and everyone stared blankly at the West, with awe at the eyes. There were powerful auras like mountains and mountains that were powerful to the sky and suppress the sky!

"After twenty years, he finally moved."

Jiang Anran stood outside the study, carrying his hands on his back, raised his head, and looked towards Ning Mansion with some emotion. He still remembered the Ning Jun God who was so arrogant that he looked down on the world twenty years ago!

"Since that's the case, my Jiang family can't just watch."

He smiled faintly, turned around and strode towards the hall of the Lord Jiang Mansion. At the same time, a voice sounded: "Summon all the clan elders!"

...

At the southernmost end of the Dawu Dynasty, when crossing Nanlin Prefecture, there is an endless huge jungle, full of towering ancient trees, with broken branches and leaves, and a thick layer accumulated.

From time to time, you can see the figures of ferocious beasts passing by, with fierce eyes, but extremely agile. They flashed and disappeared in an instant in the vast jungle.

If it was usual, close to the jungle within 500 miles of Nanlin Prefecture, you could see a warrior from time to time, hunting ferocious beasts, looking for herbs, and digging precious minerals.

This is the paradise for warriors in Nanlin Prefecture.

Countless warriors take root and practice here.

But now, there is no one inhabited by people, and ferocious beasts are rampant, no longer as grand as before.

This is a wild jungle, a place where barbarians have lived for generations.

As the barbarians invaded Nanlin Prefecture, a war broke out, and no one dared to step into the wilderness jungle again.

In the depths of the jungle, within a distance that extends in an unknown distance, barbarian tribes are dotted like gems, and scattered branches can be seen almost every dozens of miles.

Six thousand miles away from Nanlin Prefecture, deep in the wild jungle, an extremely huge tribe entrenched here, occupying hundreds of miles of the area, wooden houses lined up one after another, arranged in an orderly manner.

On the outermost side of the tribe, an earthen wall with no end at the end of sight was as high as ten feet high, extending to the end of the sight, as if boundless.

A majestic barbarian soldier was bare-handed, holding a wooden javelin, patrolling back and forth on the earth wall, with sharp eyes and cold face.

"Great Witch Festival, what do you think of my proposal with Alungu?"

In the center of the tribe, in a stone hall, two people sat in the left and right. At this time, a thin old man sitting on the right sneered. On top of his bald head, blue veins were raised, which was extremely terrifying.

"Dan Jiangqu, Alungu, are you two looking for death?!"

Before the Great Wizard's Day could speak, he was at his head, a strong man about meter tall, with a knotty muscles all over his body, holding a huge axe roared, and his veins all over his body were rising, like green snakes, staring at the thin old man opposite him.

"Hmph! Now it's your God of War Tribe who is looking for death!"

Behind the Gancangqu, a figure wearing a hat suddenly snorted coldly, slowly reached out to hold the hat, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his wrist moved slightly. Suddenly, the hat looked like a hidden weapon, emitting a blood-colored light, and rushed towards the strong man who was talking!

"The Demonic Cub of Bloodthirsty Mountain! Damn!"

The strong man looked at the attacking hat and the blood-colored light covering it, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he smiled fiercely, and the giant axe in his hand was as light as nothing, slashed out!

boom!!

But beyond the expectation of the strong man, in his eyes, the vulnerable hat seemed to be the sharpest and most powerful iron thing to collide with the giant axe in his hand, and it did not fall at all, blocking him and preventing him from moving forward!

At this time, the figure of the black robe thrown out of the hat showed his true face, with long blood-colored hair, a handsome face, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his gloomy eyes swept towards everyone.

"The Master of Bloodthirsty Mountain, Luo Xiu?"

At this time, the Great Witch Saint, whose face had not changed at all, suddenly spoke, his eyes were dark, and his hoarse voice was like a gong ringing, sharp and harsh.

"I've seen the Great Witch Festival."

Luo Xiu chuckled, but revealed an indescribable coldness. He stretched out his right hand and flew back to his hat and was taken back by him.

The strong man roared and took a step forward. The entire hall seemed to be shaking. The extremely strong qi and blood power boiled, and a thin layer of blood and energy covered him like armor.

"Moogu, come back."

The great witch monk spoke, and the strong man Moogu stopped. He roared at Luo Xiu unwillingly, then returned to his original position to sit down, panting like a cow, staring at the opposite side.

"You Bloodthirsty Mountain, have you crossed the boundary and have the courage to interfere in my barbarian affairs?"

The Great Witch Sacrifice was gloomy and his eyes were cold.

Two hundred years ago, Bloodthirsty Mountain was surrounded and suppressed by all parties of the Dawu Dynasty. Fortunately, some of the disciples remained. Under the leadership of the last two peak masters, they went to the barbarian territory to recuperate.

The wilderness is vast and there are many peaks. The Bloodthirsty Mountain has been in 20 years. During this period, it secretly controlled several small barbarian tribes nearby, and was not known to others.

I don’t know what great fortune I had, but one of the two remaining peak masters in Bloodthirsty Mountain actually succeeded in advance, understood the artistic conception, transformed the soul, and broke through to become a master.
Chapter completed!