"I was ordered to ascend the throne to heaven on November 6, 199, the Tianlong Calendar! From then on, the country's name was changed to Hao, sacrifice to the Black Dragon, and the national calendar was changed to the first year of the Black Dragon! I specially announced that the world will worship all the people!"

Tianlong Jiuzhou.

In every city and place, where there are communication signals and LCD screens hanging, all the people of Tianlong can clearly see the picture and hear every word that Di Hao said.

Some people just grin, but look at it as a joke.

Some people glared and cursed.

Some people even rushed to the station, high-speed rail, airline, etc., and rushed to the capital and killed this thief who was in trouble with Tianlong.

The land of Tianlong and Jiuzhou is full of noise.

If you are not of my race, your heart will be different!

Change the country's name? Change the national calendar? Change the spirit of sacrifice?

What changes this is the fate of the Tianlong and the fate of the Tianlong!

It is closely related to the dragon and the people!

"We don't admit it! We don't admit it! We don't admit it!"

"What black dragon and white dragon, our sacrificial spirit is only the celestial dragon!"

"Today is the 199th year of the Tianlong Calendar! It's not the first year of the Black Dragon! A bastard!"

Amid the people's boiling, another video appeared in front of everyone.

It was the nine-mile city wall that was towering for a hundred meters.

That was the indestructible Nine Return City Gate.

There were sounds of killing and rumbling.

But everyone's vision was blocked by a hundred meters high wall.

Only sounds can be heard.

Wanmin is anxious, what happened?

The video is playing silently.

The sound of killing was getting closer and closer, and the screams became clearer and clearer.

The rumbling sound is getting closer.

"Display it for me!"

The city gate creaked and trembled gently.

"open!"

The city gate creaked again, trembling a little.

"Mang! You mess with my Tianlong bloodline and you won't die a bad death!"

Whose voice is this?

The dragons and the people were inexplicably trembling.

Immediately afterwards, a sad dragon roar came out.

"I also heard the roar of the dragon. What does it mean?" Countless people began to panic.

The video continues.

The city gate is still closed and not open.

"Blood! It's blood!"

There were screams of exclamations from all over the Jiuzhou and every household.

It's blood!

Scarlet blood slowly flowed out from the closed city gate.

All dyed red.

Then, heart-wrenching roars spread throughout the Tianlong: "Send the King of the East China Sea!"

Click!

This sound was like thunder, and it exploded in everyone's heart.

They were stunned and could not come back to their senses for a long time.

"The King of the East Sea? The King of the East? The King of the East... is dead?"

The picture fell into darkness.

"My king!"

On the coast of the East China Sea, the East China Sea soldiers stationed at the border were in tears.

Their mood was the same as that of the soldiers in southern Xinjiang who heard that Xu Yi fell in prayer.

At this time, the screen lights up again.

Xu Yi was wearing red armor and holding a Mutian Gun, and appeared in front of everyone.

"I am Xu Mutian, the people of Tianlong. The mountains and rivers are ill, Tianlong is in trouble! Just today, Ji Canghai, the king of the East China Sea, died nine times for the country and returned to the city after nine deaths! All the people, please send him a journey!"

"Send the King of the East China Sea!"

The endless sound resounded throughout the Tianlong.

Especially in Qingzhou, Yangzhou, there were crying sounds.

Ji Canghai was king in the East China Sea for more than 20 years. Many passionate children from the Qingyang Prefectures entered the East China Sea and retired from the East China Sea.

This king is generous and kind, unparalleled and loyal, and is deeply respected and loved by the East China Sea warriors.

Now that the King of Dong is dead, the retired veterans of the East China Sea are sad.

"The tyrant is inside! He occupied the magpie's nest, forcibly ascended the throne, changed the name of the country, changed the national calendar, changed the spirit of sacrifice, subverted the belief and inheritance of the people of the heavenly dragon and the people, and subverted the national fortune of the heavenly dragon and the country's destiny!"

"I am Chen Zhuo, the people of Tianlong. As you see, the city gate made of a hundred-meter high wall, the mysterious purple gold of Tianxuan! We are powerless!"

"I am Qiu Hentian, the people of Tianlong. I can no longer break through this city wall with the power of my three zones alone! I beg Yangyang Tianlong and the strong to come and help!"

"The people of Tianlong! We cannot let the blood of the King of the East China Sea and the 600,000 warriors of the East China Sea flow in vain! We must break this city gate!"

"The dragon that has experienced storms and storms! Billions of people! How many powerful people in the Grandmaster realm! In the face of national crisis, please come against the current!"

Video turns.

It is divided into three screens.

"I, Xu Mutian!"

"I'm Shen Zhuo!"

"I Qiu Hentian!"

"Only representing the southern border, the northern border, and the western land. Over the years, countless heroic spirits who have died on the battlefield, please help me and help me! I hope my dragon will last forever!"

Qiu Hentian held the God-making Sword with both hands, stood in front of him, and knelt on one knee.

Xu Yi clenched his fist with his right hand, pressed his head against his heart, and knelt on one knee.

Chen Zhuo folded his hands and knelt on one knee.

More than one million soldiers knelt down on one knee.

"Please help me, the powerful Tianlong, help me! I hope the Tianlong will last forever!"

Countless people of Tianlong were crying at this moment.

Jingzhou, old alley.

An old man holding a cigarette pole in his mouth and wrinkled face knocked the ashes, sighed, and as he slowly got up, a surge of energy swept across.

"When people are old, they don't have much life. I can still go to Jiuhuicheng to see it when they are late."

Yizhou, a remote mountain village, a silly man with disheveled hair and a simple smile, listening to the sound coming from the black and white screen.

The silly smile on his face gradually faded.

"It's time to go, it's time to go..."

Jiaozhou, Tianjian Pavilion.

"In the country, every man should do it. Now my teacher will go to the capital to help the army. Whether he can come back is still unknown. It is reported that he is located in Haodong, and his disciples, the Tianjian Hall is handed over to you. I hope he can live up to his trust..."

"Send your master and hope to return safely!"

Yangzhou, Storytelling Library.

The old man held a paper fan in his hand and wore sunglasses. He suddenly laughed and bowed to the guests in the hall: "Everyone listeners, the old man is not talented, he is blind, and he is not blind. He is going to the capital for a walk. If you can't hear the old man telling the story again, please don't worry. The storyteller will never be there."

"Old man! Be careful! Come back alive and wait to listen to your story!" The whole room was filled with tears.

In Qingzhou, a fishing boat docked.
To be continued...