Gong Ao stood behind him, following his gaze towards the southern sky, "Is it the sacred mountain?!"
He is not strong enough, so naturally he cannot feel everything the teacher feels.
"No!" The Great Priest of Punishment shook his head slightly, "In this direction and with this ability, I am afraid that the only one in the Daxia Kingdom is the old head of the Qin family. I don't know who actually forced him to release such a powerful mystical art!"
Gong Ao's eyes revealed a look of surprise that could not be concealed, "National Master Qingfeng led his troops to attack Xia, and defeated six cities in ten days. But as far as I know, this little National Master is only the strength of the first level of the god level. Is it possible that the Ming Dynasty
Is there anyone in the army who is more powerful than him?!"
The chastised face of the Punishment Priest looked more and more weathered, "If this is really the case, then our temple will have another powerful enemy!"
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The northwest wind howls.
Wearing only a white cotton robe, Monk, the great priest of Ulan, held the tall staff in his hand, slowly walked out of the warm tent, stood in the wind and snow, and looked at the southern sky.
"Great Priest, it's cold outside!"
The waiter chased him out worriedly, trying to put the leather cloak in his hand on his thin body.
Munch raised his right hand to signal him not to move. A pair of old but wise eyes squinted at the southern weather, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper and deeper.
"Da Ming, Daming, after a thousand years, this continental dragon is about to rise again!"
"High Priest?!" The waiter's level was still too low. It was naturally impossible for him to feel the powerful energy fluctuations coming from the south at this time. Of course, it was impossible to understand where the High Priest's exclamation came from.
Looking back from the southern sky, Munch took a deep breath and coughed twice uncontrollably, "Help me go to see the Khan!"
"Yes!" Seeing the solemn look on his face, the waiter did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly put the cloak on his shoulders, supported his arm and walked towards the Khan's tent in the distance.
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Eastern continent, to the north.
In the vast snowfield, on a huge sled pulled by four mammoth elephants, the demon king Zhuoyang lifted the curtain and walked outside the tent.
Putting his hands behind his back, he looked towards the southern sky.
Behind him, the blood bat followed silently, looked to the south, and looked at Zhuo Yang's side face with some worry.
"Your Majesty?!"
With the rapid sound of hoofbeats, Xiling and the other three people all rode on their mounts and ran to Zhuoyang's side.
Several people, all strong men who had broken through to the divine level, naturally felt this strong fluctuation.
"Such a violent fluctuation of vitality, it must be the old head of the Qin family who is doing something across the country!" Zhuo Yang paused for a moment, "The strength of that little national master should not be so strong, forcing the head of the Qin family to this point.
Who could it be?!"
No one answered because no one could think of this answer.
However, several people knew that no matter who this person was, he would be their fierce enemy.
After a while, the high priest Meng Lan spoke softly, "Your Majesty?!"
"Send the order!" Zhuo Yang took a breath, "The army is moving south at full speed!"
"Your Majesty!" Xiling said softly, "If we take the Wulan Line, we should be able to save two days!"
"No!" Zhuo Yang shook his head, "We are walking through the snow forest. You lead the Demon Wolf Legion first and clear all obstacles in the snow forest. I will see the walls of Ming Xiaofeng City within five days!"