"puff!"

Pray for the country, the Taifu Mansion of Yanjing City.

When the news came back, Cao Ding had to vomit a mouthful of blood in the weather.

"Xu Mutian! You are so cruel!" Cao Ding was furious and heartbroken.

More than 20 powerful masters under his command were wiped out, and none of them survived!

This is a huge loss!

Cao Dingtian was so angry that he wanted to go crazy, but there was no way.

After all, Xu Yi is already dead, what else can he do?

The Duke of Qin, Yang Sai and other princes were also deeply saddened.

Any strong man in the Grandmaster realm is their treasure.

The loss was too great, and three hundred masters were beheaded one hundred!

After this battle, at least one-tenth of the masters and masters in the Prayer Kingdom have been missing!

Is it worth it to kill Xu Yi?

Now it doesn't make sense to think about this question.

It's a foregone conclusion!

Who would have thought that Xu Mutian would be so powerful?

I prayed that under the Liantian Mountains, a black car had just passed the level.

There was a white-haired old man sitting in the back seat with a dark face, and he looked like he would die at any time.

Suddenly, wearing a suit, the driver trembled all over and parked the car on the side of the road.

"My king!"

He cried with grief.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" the old man asked quickly.

"Doctor Xue, I just received bad news. My king fell into Guijianchou!"

The old man was trembling all over, and tears fell silently.

"I want to kill them! Kill them!" Xue Yizhen roared hysterically, full of resentment.

"No! Doctor Xue, listen to my king's will, you must go back to southern Xinjiang! With you in southern Xinjiang, your comrades in southern Xinjiang will have more chances of survival!"

"I……"

Xue Yizhen burst into tears: "My king! It's all my fault! It's all Lao Xue's fault! I will definitely go back alive! I... Xue Yizhen will protect the southern border in this life!"

...

Boom!

Tianlong and southern border, thunder tremble on the plains.

Such a strange phenomenon made everyone's heart sank.

"Why is my right eyelid always twitching?" Xue Cang felt annoyed inexplicably.

Yan Wei, who was training, also paused his movements, looking up at the sky, frowned.

"Report!"

Hysterical voices spread: "Pray that the secret spies will come to report, and my king will fall to the ghost stream and be sad!"

Boom!

Another deafening thunder exploded.

The five great generals were trembling all over.

"What?"

"Just kidding? How could my king die?"

"He is a sixth-grade master! How could he die?"

"A bastard! What does the spy eat for prayer? How dare you convey false news back?"

"Red Leaf! Red Leaf! Quickly check Tianshu's secret machine, I suspect that the secret spies prayed that they were also breached!"

"Report!"

Another commissar sent a commander to report, crying bitterly: "I pray that the 300 Grandmasters will besiege my king, and beheaded by my king for 100 times. Finally, they will be exhausted and fall into the abyss! The news is true!"

Suddenly, southern Xinjiang became silent.

Dead silence like a ghost.

Everyone has cold all over their body.

Boom!

The third thunder exploded.

The heavy rain fell wildly, sweeping across the southern border.

Countless people were instantly drenched in a state of pain.

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

A heart-wrenching roar came from every corner.

This news spread rapidly throughout southern Xinjiang.

Even Hu Zheng and others who were suppressing bandits on the mountain heard about it.

The giant hammer landed on the ground, and Hu Zhen was stunned for a long time, roaring towards the sky: "Impossible!"

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

"impossible……"

The defense line extends for hundreds of kilometers in southern Xinjiang, spreading endlessly.

In the Blood City, everyone seemed to be imprisoned, stupid.

After a long time, tears fell like rain.

"Impossible!" Hundreds of thousands of people knelt in grief and shouted wildly.

...

The land of the northern border.

Three hundred thousand northern troops returned from the border of the hunting country.

The hunting country surrendered and will send envoys to Beijing soon to discuss compensation.

Chen Xiaojun is full of energy.

The army in the north held high its head and chest.

They are heroes and will be cheered and loved by the people of Tianlong.

"Report!"

"Xu Mutian, the king of southern Xinjiang, prayed for the unknown mountain 30 kilometers away from Yanjing City, was besieged by 300 masters from the Grandmaster Realm. The Southern King killed a hundred people and died in the abyss of thousands of feet!"

This sound was like a thunder, striking Chen Xiaojun's heart.

She was stunned for a moment and her eyes were dazed.

After a long time, he shook his head numbly: "Impossible! How could Xu Mutian die in prayer?"

"impossible!"

In the Northern Palace, King Beizhao was furious.

"Wanjun, how reliable do you think this news is?"

The military service in the north was full of bitterness: "My king, this news has spread all over the world. Prayer cannot be fake, nor can it be fake."

Chen Zhuo sat down blankly, with a look of grief in his eyes: "The genius Xu Mutian...he...he has decades or even hundreds of years to protect the Tianlong...Why...I..."

"My king, General Chen..."

"Quickly, quickly order the army back to the northern border, let people look at Chen Xiaojun, and you must not let her leave. Even if it is tied, tie it back to me!"

"Here!"

"I will pass on the order of the king, and millions of soldiers from the north, wearing a black belt on the right shoulder to pay tribute to my Heavenly Dragon King!"
To be continued...