The World’s Strongest Legion System

"Yeah, who is responsible?" Shapuyou said in a loud voice, and said: "Let's make it clear first, if it is really because of you, the Langya Army will attack the city tomorrow morning.

We got together in Shapu and immediately evacuated with one hundred thousand sand army.

This Meishan Pass, how you Yan people love to guard and guard, I don't care about it! "

"Do you dare!" Yan Huo stood up "bang," with an angry face: "To guard Coal Mountain together, your regent has promised. Do you dare to resist?"

"What am I afraid of?" Shapu Youhe also followed with a "bang," and stood up with a louder voice: "I say it again, I'm the one of the king of swords!"

Until now, he has given the regent a lot of face.

Now it is your Yan people who are reluctant to bear a piece of broken iron, or **** it from the Tiechuan King's family.

I am leaving now, and the regent has nothing to say! "

"You!" The corners of Yan Huo's mouth trembled, Yan Emperor Ling was related to family interests, he did not dare to say, nor could he say.

But similarly, the coal mountain is also of great importance, especially the super mysterious iron mine in the back mountain, which is a resource urgently needed by the Yan clan, and must not be lost.

There is no other way, he can only look at the Bermuziers for help, who has been acting as a peacemaker for the past two days.

It's a pity that this time the peacemaker Bermuzi did not speak anymore, sitting there with a sullen face, without saying a word.

"Sit down first, let's discuss it slowly!" Seeing that the scene was about to collapse, Yan Guangzu said helplessly: "The Emperor Yan order is not in our hands now, even if we agree to Li Wenhao, we can't take it out before tomorrow? "

"In whose hands?" Saura Yuhe shouted loudly: "I will go back through the portal now to get it. There is still more than a day's time. How can I be in a hurry?"

Yanhuo interjected disdainfully: "In the hands of my ancestor Yan Guang Zuo Mu, you have the ability, you go and ask for it?"

"Fire King, Yan Guang Zuo Mu!"

"The patriarch of the Yan clan of the previous generation!"

Shapu Youhe, Baimu Qingfu, the two were taken aback. They didn't expect that the Yan Emperor's order was in the hands of Yan Guang Zuomu, the patriarch of the previous generation of Yan Clan, the veteran rank eight powerhouse.

Shapu Youhe sat back in the chair and slowly said, "I heard that Yan Guang Zuomu was seriously injured by the Golden Horn Tauren on the ancient battlefield last year, leaving only half of his body to escape.

For more than a year, he has been busy searching for the host's soul in the clan. What does he want a token from Emperor Yan for? "

"How do we know about this kind of thing?" Yan Huo snorted: "I'm surprised, why does Langya Wang Li Wenhao don't want other things, so he wants Yan Di's order?"

"Oh, this point, as Wei Gu said just now, Li Wenhao wants the Yandi Order for his ally, the Sun Tribe. What Li Wenhao wants is to open a stronghold on the Dylan plane!" Bemouchy's heart shuddered, and his face was stunned. A change of color explained.

"The Sun Tribe?" Yanhuo snorted disdainfully and stopped talking.

The final result of the deliberations was to ask their superiors for instructions, but this time, there was no reply until late at night.

Bermuda Youth came out of the chamber, looked at the bright moon in the night sky, took a deep breath, and walked towards the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.

He knew that Emperor Yan might not be able to get it this time!

However, fortunately, after knowing the whereabouts of Yan Di Ling, it is not a waste of work.

It's just that he couldn't figure out what the value of this Yan Emperor order could make Yan Clan and Li Wenhao take so seriously.

The same question, on the sunny plane of Dylan, the city of Chiyan, the capital of the Yan clan.

Yan Jinchuan, the son of the contemporary patriarch, has been thinking about this question after leaving the Yanguang family mansion in a carriage.

"Strange, what is the use of this Yan Emperor order, so that Yan Guang Zuomu, an old fox, is willing to bear all the losses?"

"Young patriarch!" said a middle-aged counselor: "Yanguang Zuomu has held the position of patriarch for more than 60 years and knows many secrets that we don't know.

Besides being related to the treasure of the Sun Tribe, this Yan Emperor decree might have other uses! "

"You're right!" Yan Jinchuan nodded: "We can't care about this matter, it really can't, you go to the seventh plane yourself.

There was also the host that Yan Guang Zuo Mu had cultivated in secret, and he had to find a way to destroy it, and he must not let him succeed in his soul.

The Yanguang family has three eighth ranks, too many! "

"Subordinates follow the order!" The middle-aged counselor took the order softly, and his figure disappeared into the carriage in a flash.

Yan Jinchuan lifted the driving curtain and looked out, the Yanguang family mansion stretched for several miles, slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "The death of two sons, the shock of the soul will inevitably affect the soul."

The policies of the Yan clan are somewhat different. They are divided into two major families, Yanguang and Yanjin, taking turns in power. The contemporary patriarch is the contemporary Chiyan Emperor.

This policy, let alone the Sands, the Barbarians, and other tribes find it weird, even the Yan tribe themselves find it difficult to accept.

However, the strength of the two major families is not much different, and their interests are entangled with each other. No one can destroy one, and no one can believe who, so they can only live like this.

Yan Jinchuan is over forty years old, with a seventh-order Shaking Heavenly Realm cultivation base, which is exactly the best age for a man.

He was impatient and waited until the next round of declining old age to become the patriarch.

"Li Wenhao, kill my two sons, my Yanguang family will never die for you!"

Yan Guang's family mansion waited until Yan Jinchuan had left, with no legs left, only Yan Guang Zuomu in the upper body was left. He couldn't bear it anymore and sprayed a bit of blood on the bed.

Originally because of the serious injury, his pale face became even more dim, and there was a faint air of dying.

"Old ancestors, sad!"

"Old ancestor, we are dispatching an army, at most one day, we can assemble an army of 500,000!"

"A small indigenous country, we can destroy it at our fingertips, and the ancestors must not get angry!"

Seeing Yanguang Zuomu vomiting blood, all the Yanguang people around the bed changed their expressions, and they hurried forward to pat their backs and deliver the medicine, and they were all busy.

"Go, find the host, I can't wait anymore, I must send my soul immediately!" Yan Guang Zuo Mu calmed down and said with difficulty.

I was thinking about making more preparations before concentrating.

It's a pity that the soul was shaken, and in order to prevent the situation from getting worse, we can't wait any longer!

"Ancestor, no, the host's bloodline is not strong enough, now I want to send my soul, what if I can't awaken the Yandi bloodline?"

"Old ancestor, the second master has found Wannianhuo Ganoderma lucidum and is on the way back. Can you hold on for another day?"

"Come in no hurry!" Everyone has to persuade, Yan Guang Zuo Mu with a gloomy old face, shook his head and said: "Now there is still a 50% chance to send souls. One day later, even if there are ten thousand years of blood plant nourishment, it will not be enough. 30%!"

"Shut up, go and bring the host!" The old woman sitting on the top suddenly said, no one in the room dared to speak any more.

Ten minutes later, a black-haired young man with dull eyes was brought in. Only Yan Guang Zuomu, the old woman, and two old men were left in the room.

The old woman Nangong Meiqiao, an eighth-level soul clan master, who was also Yan Guang Zuomu's wife, got up and walked to the bed.

His face was cold, without a trace of emotion: "Are you ready?"

Yan Guang Zuo Mu nodded: "I know you have been looking forward to my death, so I can find that person!

I only have the first request, if I die, revenge for the children! "

"I will!" Nangong Meiqiao nodded, slapped Yanguang Zuomu's head with a slap, and the red and white shattered to the ground.

The two elders from the family in the room have their lips twitched, shouldn't they be so simple and rude?

The eighth-order soul clan powerhouse can kill people without suffering. This is definitely a vent of anger!