The second generation of the most powerful saint in history

Chapter 415
But after a while, the patriarch came back, holding a very worn-out animal skin roll in his hand, followed by the young man he saw at his house before. At the young man's feet was a docile giant beast cub. The young man's expression seemed to be Some resist.

"Here! This is the map I took when I went out. Since I was able to leave Qishan safely with this map, there should be no problem with Mr. Daoxun today." The patriarch said, holding the beast in his hand. The leather scroll was handed to Dao Xun.

Of course Dao Xun took it unceremoniously, but the patriarch at this time seemed to be hesitant. After a long while, he looked down at the young man beside him and said, "The future of this battle is unknown. He is still a child, and he is also mine. Some selfishness, please ask Young Master Dao Xun to take him away, just like me back then, go out and make some troubles."

Dao Xun put away the animal skin roll and took a look at the young man. He knew that this was the patriarch's son, but he didn't agree directly at this time, but said: "You also said that the future of this battle is unclear. As Mu If the patriarch of the Yang Clan loses confidence first, it will undoubtedly increase the odds of winning for the enemy, and I have no intention of leaving at this time."

Hearing Dao Xun's words, the patriarch immediately panicked, and quickly persuaded Dao Xun: "Personal power, in such a huge war, is really useless, Mr. Dao Xun, lost Confidence is my fault, but I will still fight to the end with my clansmen, please go first, and the dog will be handed over to you!"

"If that time really comes, if I want to leave, naturally no one can stop me, and there is no problem in taking this kid away for you, but now, if I don't want to leave, no one can influence my decision, even if It's you!" Dao Xun glanced at the patriarch and said firmly, without any room for negotiation.

The patriarch was overwhelmed by the aura released from Dao Xun's body at this moment, it was a one-of-a-kind, unshakable aura, so the patriarch could only sigh at this moment, and said: "If that's the case, then. Bar!"

But I also thought in my heart that what Dao Xun said was right, people of big tribes would naturally have several ways to save their lives, since he said he wanted to leave and no one else could stop him, then he had nothing to worry about. Let him go!

"The patriarch, why are you still hesitating? The fighters of the Muyang clan are all ready!" Daoxun smiled, looking at the front of the bonfire, all of them had serious faces, but there seemed to be a group of Muyang warriors burning in their eyes. , Said to the patriarch.

Perhaps, just like this, it is worth helping them. All along, I have always acted according to my heart, and everything that the Muyang warriors showed in front of my eyes gave Dao Xun the ability to help them. If you think so, then do it without worrying about the consequences.

"Okay! Let's meet those jealous villains. They just don't want us to dominate Qishan and gain the status of overlord. If we lose this battle, the whole family will be wiped out. If we win, we will be defeated." From now on, Qi Shan will be the one and only overlord!"

The patriarch looked back at the members of the Muyang clan, seemed to be infected by their emotions, and immediately said loudly.

"Yes! Patriarch! Give them a good look! We Muyang clan, not everyone can come up and step on it!"

"That's right! Let them pay for what they did today! We are the only overlords in Qishan!"

The position of the patriarch in the Muyang clan is naturally self-evident. It is not only the existence of leading everyone, but also a kind of belief. This is a unique characteristic of primitive tribes. Everyone respects and even respects the patriarch.

Therefore, just a little encouragement at random can easily mobilize the already agitated emotions of all the clansmen, and each of them immediately looks extremely angry, eager to fight, and can't wait to fight the invading tribe immediately.

At this time, Dao Xun turned his attention away from the Muyang warriors, and looked at the gate of the tribe when he came here before. There was already a swaying fire, which was more dazzling than the bonfire just celebrated, but It is possible to imagine how many people rushed in.

However, since he stayed behind and decided to help them, Dao Xun also had a bottom line in his heart. In this wild and primitive world, he didn't know what the formations were, so the formations could almost be used to their full potential here, because no one could break the formations. It's easy to get them caught without even knowing anyone.

After all, the existence of formations, even cultivators who are proficient in formations, must be careful to distinguish them. Breaking formations requires time and brain power. The helpless lamb.

Moreover, the patriarch's words were also wrong to Dao Xun. Is personal power really useless in the face of such a large number of people in a war?

At least, Dao Xun knew that it was possible for a strong enough cultivator not to mention influencing a war by himself, or even decide the outcome of a war by himself.

And although his current strength can't reach this level, the formation can. A truly powerful formation affects a war, even if it affects the operation of a world, it's not surprising.

Formation has never been a single force that can only fight against one person.

"Okay! Warriors of the Muyang tribe, fight with me! Members of other tribes, take up your weapons and follow behind. This is a war that will affect the life and death of the Muyang tribe. Every member of the Muyang tribe is a warrior." !” The old patriarch may have been infected by the emotions of the clansmen at this time, and he also seemed very impassioned, shouting.

Afterwards, Dao Xun felt a wave of space coming from his side, turned his head to look, the patriarch had his eyes closed at this time, with an incomprehensible seal in his hand, and the scepter was floating in front of the patriarch In the middle of the sky, there is a soft light.

After a while, a black hole summoning giant beasts appeared, and with a long howl, a hideous green dragon head poked out from the hole.

"Uh, the giant beast contracted by the patriarch is a dragon?" Daoxun was a little startled, and muttered in a low voice.

The giant beasts that have seen the contracts of other members of the Muyang clan are just enlarged versions of ordinary beasts, but when it comes to the patriarch, it turns out to be a dragon.

Of course, there are many types of dragons. Although they are generally powerful, there are also differences in their strength. The strongest of the Azure Dragon Clan is the Holy Beast guarding the East under Ling Tian Shengzun.

At this moment, the one in front of me is obviously not comparable to that one, but compared with the giant beast contracted by these Muyang warriors, it is also a world of difference.

(End of this chapter)