The World’s Strongest Legion System

"That's right, who is responsible?" Sha Pu Youhe said with a loud voice, "Let's make it clear first, if it is really because of you that the Langya army attacked the city tomorrow morning.

I, Shapu Youhe, immediately withdrew with one hundred thousand Sha tribe troops.

This Meishan pass, you Yan people like to guard it, I don't care! "

"You dare!" Yanhuo stood up with a "bang," his face livid with anger: "Your regent promised to guard Meishan together, how dare you disobey?"

"Why don't I dare?" Shapu Youhe also stood up with a "bang," and said louder: "I repeat, I am the king of swords!

Even before he left, he was already giving the Prince Regent a lot of face.

Now you Yan people are reluctant to part with a piece of broken iron, so you snatched it from Tiechuan Wang's family.

Lao Tzu is leaving now, and the regent has nothing to say! "

"You!" The corners of Yan Huo's mouth trembled, Yan Emperor's order was related to the interests of the family, he dared not say it, and he couldn't say it.

But in the same way, the coal mountain is also of great importance, especially the super black iron mine in the back mountain, which is the resource that the Yan people urgently need, and must not be lost.

There was no other way, he could only look at the young husband of Bermuda for help, and the young husband of Bermuda had been acting as a peacemaker for the past two days.

It's a pity that this time the peacemaker, Baimu Qingfu, stopped talking, and sat there with a gloomy face, not saying a word.

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

"Whose hand is it in?" Shapu Youhe yelled loudly: "Go back to get it through the portal now, there is still half a day, how can it be too late?"

Yanhuo interjected disdainfully: "In the hands of my patriarch Yanguang Zuomu, you have the ability, so go and ask for it?"

"Fire King, Yanguang Zuomu!"

"The Yan Clan patriarch of the previous generation!"

Shapu Youhe and Baimu's young husband were taken aback. They didn't expect that Yandi Ling was in the hands of Yanguang Zuomu, the patriarch of the previous generation of Yan Clan, the old eighth-rank powerhouse.

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

For more than a year, he has been busy looking for the host soul in the clan, why does he want a token from Emperor Yan? "

"How do we know about this kind of thing?" Yanhuo snorted and said, "I'm curious, why does Langya King Li Wenhao not want anything else, but Emperor Yan's order?"

"Oh, this point, just now Wei Gu said that Li Wenhao wanted the Emperor Yan's order for his ally, the Sun Tribe, and what Li Wenhao wanted was to set up a stronghold in the Dilan plane!" Changed the color to explain a sentence.

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

As a result of the final discussion, they each asked their superiors for instructions, but this time, there was no reply until late at night.

The young husband of Baimu came out of the meeting room, 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's order might not be available this time!

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

It's just that he couldn't figure out what the value of the Emperor Yan Order was, so that both the Yan Clan and Li Wenhao valued it so much.

The same question, in the sunny Dilan plane, the city of red flames, the capital of the Yan tribe.

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

"Strange, what is the use of this Emperor Yan's decree to make Yanguang Zuomu, an old fox, willing to bear all the losses?"

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

In addition to being related to the treasure land of the Sun Tribe, this Emperor Yan Order probably has other uses! "

"You're right!" Yan Jinchuan nodded: "We can't be careless about this matter, if it's really not possible, you go to the seventh plane yourself.

There is also the host that Yanguang Zuomu secretly cultivated, and he must find a way to destroy it, and he must not be allowed to succeed in sending his soul.

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

"Your subordinate obeys the order!" The middle-aged counselor took the order softly, and disappeared into the carriage in a flash.

Yan Jinchuan lifted the curtain of the car, looked out, and saw the Yanguang family mansion stretching for several miles, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "The two sons died, the shock of the soul will definitely affect Jisoul."

The policies of the Yan Clan are somewhat different. They are divided into two families, Yanguang and Yanjin.

This policy, not to mention the Sha tribe, the barbarians and other tribes find it weird, even the Yan tribe themselves find it difficult to accept.

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

Yan Jinchuan is in his forties, with a seventh-level Heaven Shaking Realm cultivation, which is the best age for a man.

He is impatient and waits until the next round when he is old enough to be the patriarch.

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

In the Yanguang family mansion, when Yan Jinchuan left, Yanguang Zuomu lost his legs and only his upper body was left. He couldn't bear it anymore, and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the bed.

Originally due to serious injuries, his pale face became even more dull, and there was a faint hint of impending death.

"Old Ancestor, condolences!"

"Old Ancestor, we are currently mobilizing troops, and we can assemble an army of 500,000 troops in at most one day!"

"It's just a small indigenous country, we can destroy it at will, the ancestors must not be angry!"

Seeing Yanguang Zuomu vomit blood, all the Yanguang clansmen around the bed changed their faces, they hurried forward to pat their backs, delivered medicine, and got into a hectic mess.

"Go, find the host, I can't wait any longer, I must send my soul immediately!" Yanguang Zuomu regained his composure, and spoke with difficulty.

Originally, I wanted to make more preparations before sending my soul.

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

"Old Ancestor, no, the host's bloodline is not strong enough, and now the soul is sent, what if the Yandi's bloodline cannot be awakened?"

"Old Ancestor, Second Master has already found the Wannian Fire Ganoderma lucidum and is on his way back. Hold on for another day?"

"There's no hurry!" Everyone wanted to persuade again, but Yanguang Zuomu shook his head with a gloomy old face, "Now there is still a 50% chance of sending the soul, and after one day, even with the nourishment of the ten-thousand-year-old blood spirit plant, it will not be enough." Thirty percent!"

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

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

The old lady Nangong Meiqiao, an eighth-level master of the soul clan, also Yanguang Zuomu's wife, got up and walked to the bed.

His face was cold, without any emotion: "Are you ready?"

Yanguang Zuomu nodded: "I know you have been looking forward to my death so that you can find that person!

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

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

The corners of the mouths of the two family elders in the room twitched. Do they have to be so simple and rude?

The eighth-level strong soul clan can kill people without pain, this is definitely venting their anger!