In the depths of the Kunlun Mountains, there is a group of magnificent and intricate palaces, spreading for dozens of miles, and it is exactly where the Xuanyuan Ji family is located.
The golden glazed tiles shone dazzlingly in the sun. There are nine white jade steps in front of the palace with a totem of a real dragon carved on it. The scales flew up, gradually rising, like a roaring dragon sweeping the sky.
In terms of scale and organizational system, even the Forbidden City of Yanjing cannot be compared with it.
In a sense, the position of Xuanyuan Ji's patriarch was far higher than that of the emperor and emperor.
After all, the secular dynasties would change every few hundred years, but the Xuanyuan Ji clan had been passed on for thousands of years.
In front of the palace, thousands of people gathered, including Xuanyuan Ji’s guards, but most of them were summoned by the emperor’s orders. The members of the primitive tribes who came here were dressed in various styles and held hands. With all kinds of weird weapons, his body exudes powerful power.
"boom!"
Suddenly, hundreds of miles away, an extremely terrifying and fierce aura rose up, like a beacon and wolf smoke running through the world, even if it was far away.
Everyone in the field turned their heads to look around, only to see a big flag fluttering in the wind, hunting and hunting, sulky, as if to swallow the world.
The portrait of Chi You depicted on the banner also seemed to "live" at this moment, turning into a giant of hundreds of meters, standing on top of the earth, walking towards the direction of the palace.
"Oh my God! This is Chi Youqi!"
The patriarch of a certain tribe had an unconcealable horror on his face, his scalp was numb, and his body shuddered involuntarily, as if an animal had encountered a natural enemy.
Among these ancient survivors who have lived in seclusion for thousands of years, there are many ancient books that record the epic battle in the ancient times. Naturally, you know the power of Chiyou Banner.
As soon as this flag came out, the world was overwhelmed.
Even the wise and martial Emperor Huangdi relied on Chi Youqi to dominate the Central Plains.
But now, Chi Youqi actually reappeared in the sky, how could they not be surprised?
"Thousands of years have passed, the descendants of the devil gods still exist in the world!" someone exclaimed.
"Even if they are still alive, so what? It's just lingering!"
"Yes! This time we have so many tribes united together, are we still afraid of some skirmishers?"
"In the past, Lord Huangdi was able to slay the demon Chi You, today we, under the leadership of Xuanyuan Ji, will certainly be able to slay the enemy!"
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"Woohoo..."
At this moment, within the Xuanyuan Ji family, a burst of impassioned music was played. The bells and chimes were ringing, and the music was melodious, revealing a kind of kingly spirit, which was enough to command the world and enlighten the people.
"It's "Wang Feng" from the ancient times. It is rumored that this kind of music was played by Huangdi's imperial driver, but it has been lost for thousands of years. I didn't expect that Xuanyuan Ji still kept the music score!" Someone exclaimed.
The older the family, the more respectful of etiquette and order.
In solemn occasions, according to each person's different status, where to stand, what clothes to wear, and what to say, there is a very strict order, and no overstepping is allowed.
And now, the sound of "Wang Feng" means that the patriarch of Xuanyuan Ji is coming soon.
"Rumble rumbling..."
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, like a galloping army.
Everyone looked back, but saw hundreds of bronze chariots driving out of the palace.
On the surface of the chariot, rusty, full of traces left by swords, records the fierce battles that have been experienced, and invisibly reveals the vague atmosphere of ancient times, as if to bring people back to that world.
The horse that pulls the cart is the horse of Shenjun, all white, without half a variegated color, head to tail, one foot long, hoof to ridge, and eight feet high. It is the legendary horse "Zhaoye Jade Lion".
This horse gave birth to a long hair around its neck, like a male teacher, with a violent personality, and a silvery white glow on the body at night, hence the name.
It is rumored that on the Changban slope, Zhao Yun went seven in and out and fell undefeated. The horse that fell into the trap and jumped up is the Zhaoye jade lion.
On each of the chariots, there are four Xuanyuan Ji fighters, wearing armor and weapons hanging from their waists. Their fighting spirit is high above the sky, and their murderous intent is rushing into the sky, like a torrent of steel, unstoppable.
This army is just the elite cultivated by Xuanyuan Ji!
Although there are only more than four hundred people, anyone who pulls out is a first-class master. The whole army can attack any sect in the world and set the Ding Zhongyuan.
And these tanks have been passed down from the ancient wars.
Xuanyuan Huangdi ruled the world at that time and was also known as the "King of Ten Thousand Times".
The so-called ride refers to the chariot. At the peak of the Yellow Emperor, he had tens of thousands of chariots, invincible in the world, and crushed everything.
However, after thousands of years, most of the tanks have been damaged, and in the end only these hundred are left.
But after countless wars, these chariots contain incredible blessings of divine power, which allows soldiers to always maintain their morale and not fear death.
At this moment, in the center of hundreds of bronze chariots, there is also a huge golden chariot, which is several times larger than other bronze chariots.
On the surface of the golden chariot, pictures of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and mountains are carved, in addition to dense array patterns, revealing a sacred, vast, and lofty atmosphere.
Even the chariot that the Promise Demon Emperor himself refines and can open the gates of the Abi Hell cannot be compared with it.
The driver was not Zhao Yuye Lion, but nine dragons.
Each flood dragon possesses the strength comparable to the power of heaven.
On top of the golden chariot, three tall and straight figures stood.
The ancestor of the Ji family stood at the center, and the patriarch Ji Changhe and the young master Ji Yuanhao stood on both sides.
Even if he stood with the two elders, Ji Yuanhao, who was cast into an innocent body, still exudes a world-famous domineering spirit, like a dazzling star, making it impossible to ignore his light.
"Ho ho ho..."
Nine Dragons roared, pulling the golden battlefield, and running across the earth with invincible power, just like a dragon pulling the emperor of heaven.
Seeing such a big show, everyone in the room was shocked, and they were shocked by Xuanyuan Ji's thousand years of age.
Soon, the golden chariot came to the palace.
"Plop! Plop! Plop..."
Thousands of people in the hall, regardless of their status, knelt down and said in unison:
"We are summoned by the emperor's order to follow the covenant of the ancient times!"
"Meet the Lord of Xuanyuan Ji Clan!"
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Standing on the golden chariot, Ji Yuanhao looked condescendingly at the many kneeling people in front of him, his mood seemed to have been baptized once.
Will be the Ling Ling, looking at all sentient beings.
Among these people, there are leaders of various sects, chiefs of primitive tribes, and many heavenly powerhouses.
But at this moment, they all knelt on the ground, bowing their heads to court.
"Yuanhao, what did you see?" Ji's ancestor asked suddenly.
Ji Yuanhao pondered for a long time, his eyes gleaming, and slowly uttered four words:
"The country is picturesque!"
As soon as the voice fell, Ji Yuanhao suddenly burst into a spirit of pointing the country and dominating the world, as if he had undergone transformation and became the real king.
The entire land of China is magnificent and picturesque.
And Ji Yuanhao is the one who draws and paints.
"Hahaha... what a picturesque country!" The ancestor Ji praised: "Today is your first battle when you were born. This stage will be handed over to you, and you will dispatch troops and generals! Just kill Descendants of the demon Chi You, the day you will rule the world is just around the corner!"
"Thank you ancestors!"
Ji Yuanhao was overjoyed.
The next moment, Ji Yuanhao turned his head and looked in the direction of Chi Youqi, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and said loudly, "Where is the Changxian tribe?"
"here!"
A shout came from the northeast corner.
It was a one-hundred-member team, obviously made up of a certain tribe, naked upper body, various animal skins around the waist, and a big drum in front of each person.
"The ancestors of your tribe, Changxian, got the bones of thunder beasts and cows, and made them into a giant drum of kui leather. It shook five hundred miles with one blow, and three thousand eight li with a single blow. It was earth-shattering and terrifying! Please Kui Niu Gu, kill the enemy hundreds of miles away!" Ji Yuanhao gave orders.
"Yes!"
Hundreds of warriors from the tribe often spoke in unison, then took out the drumsticks and prepared to strike.
