"Eagle Wind, you must 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 cold, looking at the eldest son in the next position, and he said lightly.

"The crisis of the dynasty is also the crisis of my Ning family! When Dawu is destroyed, my Ning family will not be much better! For hundreds of years, my Ning family has long been tied to Dawu and cannot be separated, not only my Ning family, Taishi Jiang family, Taibao Cai family, how can this not be the case?!"

Ning Haoyuan's voice was calm, but the words he said were like a basin of cold water poured on Ning Yingfeng's head, making him instantly cold from head to foot.

"Father, is it true that our Ning family really wants to live and die with the Yang family?"

He said sadly, who doesn't know the situation of the dynasty now?

The Dawu Dynasty can be said to be extremely dangerous!

"Although it is extremely dangerous this time, why has my father ever done something that I am not sure of? Okay, Hugh has to discuss again, go and gather the iron-blooded army, and gather the veterans, after twenty years of wind and rain, can they still use knives and kill people?!"

Ning Haoyuan shook his head, his eyes were full of determination, and he could not refute it.

"Father, alas, yes!"

Ning Yingfeng was anxious for a while, but seeing that Ning Haoyuan's intention could not be changed, he could only listen to orders at the moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this battle is about the life and death of the Dawu Dynasty.

Ning Haoyuan stood up, his black hair was dancing, his posture was heroic, although he hadn't moved for twenty years, but now he was out of the sheath, he was still endlessly sharp, and the cold light was shining!

"He shall die!"

Everyone stood up feverishly, and suddenly knelt down on one knee, the sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a powerful momentum rushed into the sky, shattering the wind and clouds, and cleansing the void!

At this moment, half of the royal city was quiet, and everyone looked at the west blankly, their eyes full of awe, where the powerful momentum of mountains and mountains was like mountains and mountains, suppressing the sky!

After 20 years, he finally moved. ”

Jiang Anran stood outside the study, put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Ning Mansion with some emotion, he still remembered that twenty years ago, the famous Ning Jun God who swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger and looked down on the world!

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

He smiled faintly, turned around and strode towards the main hall of the Jiang Mansion, and at the same time, a voice sounded: "Gather all the clan elders!"

......

At the southernmost point of the Dawu Dynasty, beyond Nanlinfu, there is a boundless huge jungle, full of towering ancient trees, with stumps and leaves, accumulating a thick layer.

From time to time, you can see the figures of fierce beasts passing by, their eyes are fierce, but they are extremely vigorous, and they disappear in a flash and disappear into the vast jungle in an instant.

In the past, if you are close to the jungle within 500 miles of Nanlinfu, you can see the figure of a famous warrior from time to time, they hunt fierce beasts, look for medicinal herbs, and dig precious mines.

This is a paradise for the warriors of Minami Rinfu.

Countless warriors have taken root and practiced here.

But now, there are no people, and fierce beasts are rampant, and they are no longer in the past.

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

With the barbarian invasion of Nanlinfu, the Great War broke out, and no one dared to set foot in the wild jungle.

And the jungle is 500 miles deep, extending inward for an unknown distance, barbarian tribes are dotted like gems, scattered branches, and almost every dozens of miles, you can see a new tribe.

Six thousand miles away from Nanlinfu, in the extreme depths of the wild jungle, an unusually large tribe is entrenched here, occupying a radius of hundreds of miles, and wooden houses are lined up one after another, since they are arranged in an orderly manner.

At the outermost part of the tribe, an earthen wall with no end in sight is ten feet high, extending to the end of the line of sight, as if boundless.

A majestic barbarian warrior shirtless and armed with a wooden javelin was patrolling back and forth above the earthen wall, his eyes sharp and his face cold.

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

In the center of the tribe, in a stone hall, the two sides of the people sat on the left and right, and at this time, a thin old man sitting on the right side sneered, and on his bald head, the green tendons protruded, which was extremely terrifying.

"Dry Cocoon Canal, Alungu, you two, are you looking for death?!"

Before the Great Witch Priest could speak, under him, a strong man who was full of height, with knotted muscles and a huge axe, roared angrily, and his whole body was covered with green tendons, like a green snake, staring at the thin old man opposite.

"Hmph, it's your God of War tribe looking for death!"

Behind the dry cocoon canal, a black-robed figure wearing a hat suddenly snorted coldly, slowly reached out to hold the hat, the cold light flashed in his eyes, his wrist moved slightly, and suddenly, the hat was like a hidden weapon, with a blood-colored light, and shot towards the strong man who spoke!

"Bloodthirsty Mountain's demon cubs!

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

Rumble!!

But contrary to the strong man's expectations, in his eyes, the hat that was not vulnerable at all seemed to be the sharpest and most powerful thing of fine iron, colliding with the giant axe in his hand, and it did not fall into the wind, blocking him and making him unable to move forward!

At this time, the black-robed figure who threw the hat revealed his true face, with long blood-colored hair, a handsome face, a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and gloomy eyes, sweeping towards everyone.

"Bloodthirsty Mountain Sect Master, Luo Xiu?"

At this time, the Great Witch Priest, whose complexion had not changed at all, suddenly spoke, his eyes were dark, and his hoarse voice was like a broken gong, sharp and piercing.

"I've seen the Great Witch Festival. ”

Luo Xiu chuckled, but revealed an indescribable coldness, stretched out his right hand, and suddenly the hat flew back and was brought back by him.

The strong man roared angrily, and with one step, the entire hall seemed to be shaking, and the power of qi and blood was boiling to the extreme, and a thin layer of blood qi was like armor, covering him.

"Moogu, come back. ”

The Great Witch Priest spoke, and the strong man Mogu paused, he roared at Luo Xiu unwillingly, and then returned to his original position and sat down, panting like a cow, staring at the opposite side.

"You bloodthirsty mountain, have you crossed the line, and you actually have the courage to meddle in the affairs of my barbarians?"

The Great Witch Festival is gloomy and indifferent.

Two hundred years ago, Bloodthirsty Mountain was surrounded and suppressed by all sides of the Dawu Dynasty, and some of the disciples were lucky to remain, and under the leadership of the last two peak grandmasters, they went to the territory of the barbarians to recuperate.

The wild jungle is vast, there are many mountain peaks, and the bloodthirsty mountain is hidden for twenty years, during which he secretly controls several small barbarian tribes nearby, and is not known to others.

I don't know what kind of luck it was, one of the remaining two peak grandmasters in Bloodthirsty Mountain was lucky enough to successfully advance to the next level, comprehend the artistic conception, transform the divine soul, and break through to become a great grandmaster.

With the Great Grandmaster in charge again, the confidence of Bloodthirsty Mountain finally became sufficient, and he actually stretched out his hand to more barbarian tribes, vainly trying to control the barbarian tribes within a radius of hundreds of miles!