Everyone In The World: Obtain Mythical Great Principle Dao Fruit At The Beginning

Mobei, a land of black mountains and white waters.

Jiang Chengqian led three thousand black armors and chased them hundreds of thousands of miles north, across the entire Mobei wilderness.

King of the Xiongnu, King of Xianbei, King of Loufan, King of Yuezhi, King of Donghu...

One by one, the barbarian kings were killed by his sword.

Groups of palace guards with golden tents were killed by three thousand mysterious armors.

The royal courts of each tribe were killed and left deserted.

"Strengthening Shi Yanran" twelve times in a row made Sanqian Xuanjia extremely excited.

Jiang Chengqian also clearly felt the change in Qi, which had reached a certain critical point.

What he has to do now is to bring this battle to a perfect ending.

That is when Murong Longcheng, the wolf-slaying master, completely destroyed the Baiman Royal Court in the Quanrong Royal Court.

During this battle, the wolf master Murong Longcheng fled all the way. More than half of his 100,000 gold tent palace guards were lost, and he barely managed to escape back to the Quanrong Palace.

However, there were no casualties among the three thousand mysterious armors, and they had no time to catch up.

The location of the Quanrong Royal Court is Qilian Mountain, one of the Three Great Sacred Lands of Baiman.

The barbarians said: Losing my Yanzhi Mountain will make my women colorless; losing my Qilian Mountain will make my animals restless.

Yanzhi Mountain was the place where all the tribes of the barbarians met for alliance. Now it has been destroyed by Jiang Chengqian and directly burned to the ground.

The Qilian Mountains are the home of Murong Longcheng, the co-leader of the Hundred Barbarians and the Wolf Lord. Together with Yanzhi Mountain and Beiyin Mountain, they are listed as the Three Great Sacred Lands of the Hundred Barbarians.

But now, Qilian Mountain is also trembling under the attack of three thousand mysterious soldiers.

I saw those three thousand mysterious armors, with men and horses like dragons, flying between the heaven and the earth with arrogance.

Jiang Chengqian's big sleeves fluttered and he walked against the wind. The Tai'adi Sword at his waist reflected the glory of a bullfight.

The mountains, like vast giant dragons, were trampled under their feet without restraint.

As far as the eye can see, the Qilian Mountains, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, are trembling slightly under the iron hoof at this moment.

The Imperial Court of Quanrong, which stands at the highest peak of the Qilian Mountains, is now in a state of chaos.

At this moment, at this moment.

The ancestral land of Quanrong, once known as the "Mobei Divine Court" and once regarded as the Sacred Land by tens of millions of barbarian tribesmen, was brutally trampled by invaders for the first time.

Three thousand mysterious armors were rampant, but no dog or armor soldiers were seen.

Only the war song "How can I say that I have no clothes" reverberates between heaven and earth.

Only the words "Under the whole world, are they the emperor's land; on the shore of the land, are they the emperor's ministers", demonstrating and declaring the ownership of this place.

At the highest peak of the Qilian Mountains, row upon row of palaces are splendid and magnificent.

It's like the high-altitude Shenting Palace, overlooking the millions of miles of Mobei wilderness.

But at this moment, it has lost all its sacred aura.

Under the iron hooves of Three Thousand Mysterious Armors, only panic filled the air.

The tribesmen who once worshiped it as a god are now wailing and mourning in the blood and fire.

It cannot respond to this!

Even it itself cannot have a moment of peace now.

"The Divine Court? All the palaces are made of earth, how can there be any Divine Court!"

Jiang Chengqian looked at the splendid palace with indifferent eyes, with murderous intent in his heart.

Suddenly taking a step, he was already above the "Mobei Divine Court".

"boom!"

The next moment.

Like a stress reaction, countless soldiers lined up from the magnificent palace.

Infinite evil spirits surged into the sky, and the vitality of heaven and earth, as vast as the sea, filled the air from the entire Qilian Mountains.

Then, under the operation of the huge magic formations, a huge black Flood Dragon, as big as a mountain, was intertwined.

I saw the black Flood Dragon baring its teeth and claws, carrying the entire Quanrong Royal Court, and even the remaining luck of the entire Baiman tribe, trying its best to demonstrate its power.

But in Jiang Chengqian's eyes, its domineering and evil posture was like a chihuahua roaring like an ancient dragon, which seemed extremely ridiculous.

"Murong Longcheng, why don't you come out and die?!"

Jiang Chengqian let out a long roar, and the surging weather force of Bahuang suddenly came down.

In an instant, the black dragon of luck suddenly spread his beard and claws, and the palace guards with a hundred thousand gold tents arrayed out were also constantly commotion.

Under the plunder of the wolf master Murong Longcheng, the Golden Chamber Palace Guards, who had finally restored their full strength, were on the verge of collapse when facing Jiang Chengqian.

See this scene.

Wolf Lord Murong Longcheng hurriedly came out of the crowd and roared loudly, "Warriors of Quanrong, behind us is the royal court of our clan. There is no way to retreat."

"Our relatives, our ancestors, our glory, our survival... everything about us is behind us."

"We will fight for ourselves, for our survival!"

"We must not retreat, defend the royal court, and protect our loved ones, in order to protect ourselves and our lives!!!"

Under the encouragement of Murong Longcheng, the palace guards with a hundred thousand gold tents who had no way to retreat finally regained some courage.

In other words: the madness of a trapped beast still fighting has arisen!

The domineering and willful black dragon of luck shows their determination to fight to the death!

Seeing this situation, Murong Longcheng felt a little calmer, and couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope.

The military spirit is available, the geographical advantage is mine, and the weather is mine.

The centuries-old heritage of the Quanrong Royal Court, the formations worked hard by the various tribes, and the blessing of the Immortal God will all be their assistance in this battle.

No matter how tyrannical the other side is, the balance of forces in this battle will always be one hundred thousand versus three thousand, and the superiority will be mine.

"kill!"

Think about this.

Murong Longcheng raised the wolf's grass high and launched a desperate charge towards the three thousand mysterious armors.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

One hundred thousand golden tent palace guards followed closely behind, urging their mounts to gallop out with their swords raised high.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The earth shaker's roar echoed through the Qilian Mountains when the iron hoof landed.

In this place known as the "Eternal Life Heaven", the land of the Inu Rong King's Court, a fierce storm broke out.

"hold head high!!!"

At the same time, the roar of dragons resounded throughout the world.

I saw the black dragon of luck roaring up, spitting out fiery and violent thunder.

The soldiers rising into the sky, the endless luck, and the vitality as vast as the sea turned into dark clouds that were so dense that they seemed to be real. They surrounded the black dragon of luck that was as big as a mountain, and burst out with black lightning.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, I saw the black dragon of luck roaring out, carrying the thunder in the sky, and descending across the sky with its claws, its momentum overwhelming the eight wastes.

Correspondingly, it was Jiang Chengqian's tall and upright figure that was as vague as a mote of dust.

"A military battle formation? Picking up people's wisdom."

"National luck Dragon Qi? Dongshi imitates."

"Mountain-protecting formation? Vulnerable."

Jiang Chengqian's eyes were indifferent and he gave his own evaluation.

Whether it is the military battle array, the national destiny Dragon Qi, or the prohibition array, they are all the means that the Qin Dynasty relies on to sweep the world.

Even though Murong Longcheng urged the luck that the various tribes had accumulated for hundreds of years, he pushed it to the extreme with the evil spirit of the soldiers of the 100,000 gold tent palace guards, and cooperated with the mountain guarding formation to connect the entire palace. The vitality of the Qilian Mountains' earth veins burst out with overwhelming killing power.

But in Jiang Chengqian's view, it was nothing more than that.

That black dragon of luck is nothing more than a puppet creation equivalent to the terrestrial fairyland.

For others, it may be a bit difficult.

After all, luck is endless and the black dragon is immortal. Unless the Qilian Mountains collapse, otherwise the dragon will fight in the wild. Its blood is black and yellow, and its energy is as long as a perpetual motion machine.

But in front of Jiang Chengqian, who dares to claim to have long Qi pulse?

Is it really a joke to swallow the bullfight in anger?

However, Jiang Chengqian was not interested either, and kept fighting with the puppet creation.

Why waste time when there is a better way to deal with it?

This battle is a national war!

How could the luck of the Great Qin be compared to that of the various barbarian tribes?

Think about this.

Jiang Chengqian just stretched out his hand and said: "Come!"

A purple-tiny Emperor's flag at the North Pole in the middle of the sky had already condensed out behind him.

As the air fluttered, overwhelming luck rolled in.

"My sword is not bad at all!"

Seeing this, Jiang Chengqian smiled calmly, unsheathed the Taiadi Sword on his waist, and pointed at the Black Dragon of Luck.

The vast and endless monstrous luck came overturning from the inexplicable void.

An incredibly majestic and unimaginable dragon of luck, starting from the imperial capital of Xianyang and spanning a million miles, its head overlooks the Qilian Mountains.

But I saw that the Jiuzhou Sheji and the thirty-six counties, rivers and mountains were all steaming with vast luck, demonstrating the majestic power of the Qin Dynasty.

From Xianghu in the south to Yanmenguan in the north, wherever there is well water, you can hear the roar of the dragon.

In the sky and on the earth, in the majestic mountains and rivers, all the lights can be seen rising into the sky, corresponding to the stars in the sky.

I am unfurling the purple flag in the desert north, and the sky and the earth should know that the country, the country, and the country are all guarding me, and the stars in the sky are in my arms.

"Boom!"

All of a sudden.

The phantoms of mountains, rivers, rivers and rivers and Jiuzhou Sheji appeared in the sky on the top of Qilian Mountain.

Following the point of Jiang Chengqian's imperial sword, the vast ancient blue dragon roared and crashed into the air.

"hold head high!!!"

The dragon's roar in the sky is shocking, and he dares to laugh at Hu Man for not having a husband.

In the sky, the Black Dragon of Luck had almost no resistance, and was torn to pieces by the Ancient Canglong while screaming in pain.

The luck that the tribes of Baiman had been praising for hundreds of years had no room to struggle under the crushing force of the Qin Dragon Qi.

Just like the light of a firefly, it is so dim and vague in front of the light of the sun and the moon.

"No! This is impossible! How is this possible?"

Murong Longcheng exclaimed in fear when he saw this, his pale face without any blood.

The black dragon of luck was annihilated, and the mountain-protecting formation was shattered.

Their final trump card of the Dog Rong Royal Court is so vulnerable?

See this scene.

Jiang Chengqian just smiled indifferently, "A mere barbarian deserves a century of national destiny?"

"We, the Chinese people in Jiuzhou, have thousands of years of splendid culture and thousands of years of luck. How can we be compared to you barbarians with a mere hundred years of heritage?"

"The light of a mere firefly dares to compete with the sun and the moon?"

The inexplicable changes in Qi seemed to be condensing the mighty momentum in the unknown, which made Jiang Chengqian couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

He was in a rare good mood and finally had the interest to talk to Murong Longcheng.

As the saying goes: When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

Since the entire tribe of barbarians will be completely wiped out, there must be some chance for people to say their last words.

There is no way, he, Jiang Dashan, is so simple and kind!