In the depths of the Kunlun Mountains, there is a magnificent and majestic palace complex, spreading for dozens of miles, which is where the Xuanyuan Ji clan is located.

The golden glazed tiles, shining dazzlingly in the sun, have nine white jade steps in front of the palace, on which are carved the totem of a real dragon. The scales and claws flew and rose upward, like a roaring dragon sweeping through the sky.

In terms of scale and structure, even the Forbidden City in Yanjing cannot be compared.

In a sense, the status of the patriarch of the Xuanyuan Ji clan is much higher than that of the emperor Tianzi.

After all, secular dynasties change every few hundred years, and the Xuanyuan Ji clan has been inherited for thousands of years.

In front of the palace, thousands of people gathered, including the guards of the Xuanyuan Ji clan, but more of them were summoned by the emperor's order, and the members of the major primitive tribes who rushed over, dressed in various ways, holding thousands of strange weapons, exuded a powerful power.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, hundreds of miles away, an extremely terrifying and ferocious aura rose up, like beacon fire and wolf smoke running through the heavens and the earth, even from a distance to feel it.

Everyone in the venue turned their heads to look, only to see a big flag fluttering in the wind, hunting sounds, and the air was raging, as if it was about to swallow the heavens and the earth.

And the portrait of Chiyou depicted on the banner also seems to be "alive" at this moment, turning into a giant of hundreds of feet, standing up to the sky and the earth, towering and majestic, walking in the direction of the palace.

"Oh my God!

The patriarch of a certain tribe had an unconcealable look of horror on his face, his scalp was numb, and his body trembled involuntarily, like an animal encountering a natural predator.

Among these ancient relics who have lived in seclusion for thousands of years, there are many ancient books, which record the great war in ancient times, and they naturally know the power of Chiyou Banner.

As soon as this flag came out, the world was convinced.

Even the wise and martial Yellow Emperor relied on the Chiyou Banner to dominate the Central Plains.

And now, Chi Youqi has reappeared, how can they not be surprised?

"Thousands of years have passed, and the descendants of the demon gods are still alive!" someone exclaimed.

"Even if they're still alive, so what?

"That's right! This time so many of our tribes are united, are we still afraid of some stragglers?"

"Back then, Lord Yellow Emperor was able to kill the demon god Chiyou, and today, under the leadership of the Xuanyuan Ji clan, we will definitely be able to kill the enemy!"

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"Woo woo woo ......"

At this moment, inside the Xuanyuan Ji clan, a burst of impassioned music was played, the bell rang and the chime was struck, and the music was melodious, invisibly revealing a royal spirit, which was enough to command the world and educate all the people.

"It's the "Wang Feng" in ancient times, it is rumored that this kind of music was played by the Yellow Emperor when he went out on an expedition, but it has been lost for thousands of years, I really didn't expect that Xuanyuan Ji still retains the score!" someone exclaimed.

The older the family, the more it pays attention to etiquette, dignity and order.

On solemn occasions, according to each person's different identities, there is a very strict order in what position they stand in, what clothes they wear, and what they say, and they are not allowed to trespass.

And now, "Wang Feng" sounded, which means that the patriarch of the Xuanyuan Ji clan is coming.

"Boom Rumble Rumble......"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, as if thousands of troops were galloping.

Everyone turned back, but saw hundreds of bronze chariots driving out of the palace.

On the surface of the chariot, rusty and full of traces left by swords, recording the fierce battles that have been experienced, and invisibly revealing the vast atmosphere of antiquity, as if bringing people back to that world.

It is the war horse of the god horse that pulls the cart, a color of snow white, no half of the variegated color, head to tail, one zhang long, hooves to the ridge, eight feet high, it is the legendary famous horse "shine on the night jade lion".

This horse gives birth to a long hair around the neck, like a male teacher, with a violent personality, and its body will bloom with a silvery white light at night, hence the name.

It is rumored that on the slope of Changsaka, Zhao Yun was undefeated in and out of seven times, and the horse that fell into the pit and was able to leap up was the Jade Lion of the Night.

On top of each chariot, there were four warriors of the Xuanyuan Ji clan, wearing armor and hanging weapons from their waists, with a fighting spirit and murderous aura, like a torrent of steel, unstoppable.

This army is the elite cultivated by the Xuanyuan Ji clan!

Although there are only more than 400 people, but any person pulls them out, they are all first-class masters, and the whole army can attack any sect in the world and settle the Central Plains.

And these chariots have also been handed down from the ancient wars.

At that time, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor ruled the world and was known as the "King of Ten Thousand Vehicles".

The so-called ride, refers to the chariot, in the peak of the Yellow Emperor owned tens of thousands of chariots, invincible, crushing everything.

However, after thousands of years, most of the chariots have been destroyed, and in the end, only these 100 remained.

But after countless battles, these chariots contain incredible divine blessings, which can keep the morale of the soldiers high and fearless to death.

At this moment, in the center of the hundreds of bronze chariots, there was also a huge golden chariot, several times larger than the others.

On the surface of the golden chariot, the images of the sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers and mountains are carved, and in addition to the dense array patterns, revealing a sacred, vast and lofty atmosphere.

Even the Hell Chariot, which was personally refined by the Infinite Demon Emperor and could open the gate of the Abi Hell, could not be compared.

The one who pulled the cart was not a lion in the jade night, but a full nine dragons.

Every dragon has a strength comparable to that of a heavenly powerhouse.

And above the golden chariot, there stood three tall figures.

The ancestor of the Ji clan stood in the center, and the patriarch Ji Changhe and the young lord Ji Yuanhao stood on both sides.

Even if he stood with the two elders, Ji Yuanhao, who had forged an innocent body, still exuded a peerless overlord aura on his body, like a dazzling star, making it impossible to ignore his light.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ......Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

The Nine Dragons roared, pulling the golden battlefield, crushing the earth with invincible might, like a divine dragon pulling the Emperor of Heaven.

Seeing such a big show, everyone in the audience was taken aback, and their hearts were shocked, and they were shocked by the thousand-year-old heritage of the Xuanyuan Ji clan.

Soon, the golden chariot came to the palace.

"Plop, plop, plop, plop......"

Thousands of people in the venue, regardless of their status, knelt on the ground and said in unison:

"We have been summoned by the Emperor's decree to follow the primeval covenant!"

"Meet the Lord of the Xuanyuan Ji Clan!"

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Ji Yuanhao stood on the golden chariot, looking condescendingly at the many people kneeling in front of him, and his mood seemed to have been baptized.

will be at the top, at a glance all beings are small.

Among these people, there are the heads of major sects, the chiefs of primitive tribes, and many heavenly powerhouses.

But at this moment, they all fell to their knees and bowed their heads.

"Yuan Hao, what did you see?" the Ji Clan Ancestor suddenly asked.

Ji Yuanhao pondered for a long time, his eyes were shining, and he slowly spit out four words:

"The country is picturesque!"

As soon as the words fell, Ji Yuanhao's body suddenly burst out with a spirit of directing the country and dominating the four seas, as if he had undergone a transformation and became a real king.

The whole land of China is magnificent and picturesque.

And he, Ji Yuanhao, is the one who paints with a pen.

"Hahaha...... What a picturesque country!" The ancestor of the Ji clan praised: "Today, it is the first battle of your birth, this seat will hand over this stage to you, and you will dispatch troops! As long as you kill the descendants of the demon god Chiyou, then the day when you reign in the world will be just around the corner!"

"Thank you, Ancestor!"

Ji Yuanhao's face was overjoyed.

The next moment, Ji Yuanhao turned his head to look in the direction of Chi You Qi, a fierce color flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "Where is the Changxian tribe?"

"Here!"

A chant came from the northeast corner.

It was a hundred-man square, apparently composed of some tribe, naked and upper, with various animal skins around their waists, and a large drum in front of each of them.

"Back then, the ancestor of your tribe, Chang Xian, obtained the bones of the thunder beast Kui Niu, made a giant drum of Kui cowhide, and shook 500 miles in one blow, and 3,008 miles in a row, shocking the earth, and the ghosts were terrified! Today, I will ask Kui Niu Drum again to kill the enemy a hundred miles away!" Ji Yuanhao commanded.

"Yes!"

Hundreds of warriors from the Changxian tribe said in unison, and then took out their drumsticks and prepared to strike.