In the mountains and rivers continent, countless people began to appear.
Like all rivers returning to the sea, they rushed towards Zhulu City.
Both men and women, old and young.
Regardless of the level of martial arts.
Thousands of years have passed.
Even though Mingjiao has been silent for too long...
But the moment the splendid dragon flag of the sun and moon appeared, the bloodshed was reignited!
Whether it is the four ancient tribes or the evil tribes who have returned from restoration.
When they saw the Mingjiao people from all over the world gathered together, they were all shocked. It is hard to imagine that an organization that has disappeared for a thousand years still has such a strong appeal after a thousand years.
As the Mingjiao tribe gathered, the four ancient tribes stood still.
The evil tribe began to dispatch troops and generals.
In the White Tiger God's Domain, the two evil armies closest to Zhulu City began to wait and see! Powerful auras began to emerge...
Thousands of years ago, it was precisely because of the existence of the Ming Cult that the evil tribe lost their power and ended the era of more than two thousand years of rule on the Cangqiong Continent.
Now that the Zuojia Ming Cult has returned again, they will naturally not let the Ming Cult grow.
The best time is to suppress the Ming Cult when it raises its head.
On the beacon tower of the ancient Great Wall outside Zhulu City, the forest wilderness remains silent.
He looked down at the world, paying attention to the evil tribe's unusual movements, but did not react at all, as if he had not noticed it.
The return of Mingjiao is not an easy thing.
Even if the four ancient tribes let it go, the evil tribe will definitely not sit idly by and ignore it. The evil tribe needs to suppress the Mingjiao dragon at the moment it raises its head.
And Zuojia Mingjiao also needs to win a big victory when they return. What a great military spirit!
but……
The return of Mingjiao is not his alone's battle.
It is a battle for everyone in Mingjiao.
He is waiting!
Wait until the Mingjiao people gather here.
…
"The Song family of the Dragon Protector Clan, the current head of the family, Song Changling, has returned to Mingjiao with 3,821 members of the Song family!"
At this moment, there was a huge sound between heaven and earth.
I saw Song Changling dressed majestically in green clothes, stepping on a Kunpeng to break through the clouds and descend from the sky.
Behind him, there were many figures from the Song family following him.
Song Changling of the Song family... was the first person to appear here and return to Mingjiao.
"One hundred thousand mountains and rivers, one hundred thousand blood, can save the common people with just one thought!"
Song Changling raised his arms and shouted loudly, his head soaring into the sky with great aura, "The Song family is willing to go to the world for Mingjiao, and is willing to bring peace to the world!"
Above the beacon fire, Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and raised his hands towards Song Changling.
"Xuanwu Department, General Lu's personal guard Xu Beihan, has met the second generation of the leader. May the sun and the moon of my Mingjiao shine in the sky and shine on the people!"
Outside Zhulu City, a second returning person appeared.
It was a middle-aged man holding a golden gun. His expression was serious and old-fashioned, and his eyebrows were domineering.
"Lin Huang has met Commander Xu!"
Lin Huang held up his hands and bowed to the middle-aged man who came with a gun and swept the sky.
"Chen Tianfeng, the thirty-fourth generation descendant of Chen Tang, a veteran of the Suzaku tribe's Huangziying camp, took the will of his ancestors and joined our Ming sect! May my sun and moon, the splendid dragon flag, rule the sky forever. I have just entered the Wuhou realm, but I still hope that the leader will not
abandoned!"
Above the yellow sand desert, a young man riding a horse appeared.
Lin Huang swept down the beacon tower and appeared in front of Chen Tianfeng. He held the horse rope and smiled brightly, "Even if you don't practice martial arts, you are still a member of my enlightened religion!"
"The sun and moon are bright, and the heaven and earth are respected! Luo Shangming, the descendant of Luo Hesheng, the centurion of Tianzi Camp of Qinglong tribe, has returned to Mingjiao. I am willing to join Qinglong's tent again, promote the power of my ancestors, and revitalize the name of Mingjiao!"
"The sword on the right of the Suzaku tribe is the 19th generation descendant Yutang Xin. By the order of the ancestors, he belongs to our Mingjiao!"
"White clothes congratulate Buddha Tu and return to Mingjiao!"
"Nightwatchman...Zhao Yuansi, belongs to our Ming Cult!"
"Fu Long's minister Wu Qianjun has met the leader!"
"White Tiger Department Xuanzi Camp..."
"A descendant of Qi Xuanying, the counselor of Zhongzhou Shence Mansion..."
"The thirty-second generation descendant of Ke Shenyi from Haoran Academy..."
…
The vast desert.
One voice after another sounded.
Every sound is majestic.
Countless voices gathered, the sound shook the sun and the moon, and caused the yellow sand to curl up.
Countless figures appeared.
Or come out of nowhere.
Or like a god descending to earth.
Or the wind and dust come.
There are octogenarians at the top, children no more than ten years old at the bottom, strong men like iron towers, energetic young people. There are girls with veiled faces, and old women holding scepters.
There are charming women.
There are scholars who look simple.
There are reckless people.
There are people wearing dragon robes.
…
Regardless of age, regardless of gender, young or old.
They all appeared on the yellow sand desert and under the sun and moon splendid dragon flag!
At this moment, they only have one identity.
Mingjiao people!
"Luo Huangquan, son of Zuojia Ming Cult's Cangyun Eighteenth Cavalry Luo Shenhua, belongs to our Ming Cult! I have met the second-generation leader! Under Huangquan's gun, he beheaded a strong man from the evil tribe. Congratulations to our Ming Cult!"
At this moment, a thunder sounded between heaven and earth.
I saw a middle-aged man dressed in white, carrying a silver gun, coming through the clouds and the moon. He looked stern, his eyes were indifferent, and he had a cold and arrogant demeanor.
And on the head of the silver gun, hung the head of a strong man from the Evil Clan Imperial Realm, still bleeding.
Luohuangquan's Silver Spear shook, and the head was directly nailed to the Qingtian Ancient Great Wall of Dafeng.
For a time, the entire yellow sand desert shook.
Eighteen Riders of Cangyun.
Those were the personal guards of the leader back then, who dominated the world and were invincible.
Later, in order to save Wang Yifeng, under the leadership of Song Tingsheng, the sword-wielding commander of the Zhuque tribe, he traveled across the thirteen regions overnight to Jiugai Mountain.
After that battle, the eighteen Cangyun knights perished.
The leader of the cult, Wang Yifeng, reestablished Cangyun's personal guard.
Among them, there is Luo Huangquan. With his Thirteen Tianjian, he once killed eleven enemy generals in an army of one million! He was once considered to be a possible successor to Xiao Yishan!
Now, he is back!
Lin Huang flew up and bowed to the middle-aged man with a cold and arrogant expression, "Junior Lin Huang, I have met Uncle Luo!"
Luo Huangquan nodded, "Build another eighteen cavalry of Cangyun, and I can be the leader! All the mountains and rivers in the world are under the iron hoof of Cangyun!"
Lin Huang smiled and nodded.
But on the yellow sand desert, many people disappeared quietly.
They looked at Luo Huangquan in the void with disdain in their eyes: "Damn it, let him pretend again!"
Originally, everyone came empty-handed.
As a result, you picked an evil clan head, and not only did the person come, but you also gave him a gift?
Isn't this a slap in the face?
Those people disappeared quietly. They had to kill a few evil tribes first and come here to report their names. Grandma, it’s amazing if you kill just one of them. I’ll cut off a pair for you to see!
I will trap you to death!
In the void, Luo Huangquan naturally didn't think so much.
However, as he listened, he frowned and felt something was wrong.
"Wu Qianjun, the minister of Fulong, has met the leader of the cult. The Ming Cult has returned, and the head of the evil clan should be there to congratulate him!"
Wu Qianjun was covered in blood, but he was waving the two heads in his hands, for fear that others would not see him!
"Xuanwu Department, General Lu's personal guard Xu Beihan has met the second generation of the leader! The last general is not talented, and he brought three heads of the evil tribe to congratulate the return of our Ming Cult!"
"The sword on the right of the Suzaku tribe is Yu Tangxin, the 19th generation descendant. Following the order of the ancestors, he brings four heads of the evil tribe and returns them to our Mingjiao!"