I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

At this time, he doesn't have the appearance of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme above the Great Yu Imperial Court.

This is the scary thing about Sikong Zhen, that is, he has no bottom line.

For many, there is a higher dignity than life.

In his eyes, it is something that can be discarded at any time.

"A small gift, please accept it, brother."

Sikong Zhen took out a thousand-year-old Zizhi from his sleeve and quietly put it in the hands of the visitor.

"The family is very dissatisfied with your recent behavior, so please yourself!"

After receiving Sikong Zhen's Millennium Zizhi, the visitor's face softened slightly.

"thanks for reminding!"

Sikong Zhen had tears of gratitude on his face.

"Please follow my footsteps closely. This cloud and mist formation was left by the great emperors back then. If you make a wrong step, you will be lost forever."

After the visitor finished speaking, he stopped talking.

After walking for about a cup of tea in the boundless clouds and mists, the world ahead gradually became clear.

The green hills are verdant, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and pavilions and towers are located in the mountains.

It can really be called a fairyland on earth.

This time Sikong Zhen met with the most powerful Ji family among the ancient families.

A great emperor appeared in the ancestors of the Ji family, and an ancient scripture was passed down.

Among them, the secret method used by Sikong Zhen to steal the luck of heaven and earth comes from this ancient scripture.

Soon, Sikong Zhen came to Ji's house.

It was a very magnificent mansion, even Sikong Zhen's palace couldn't compare with it.

"Sikong Zhen, pay homage to the Patriarch of the Ji family!"

Sikong Zhen said respectfully to a middle-aged man sitting in the hall.

"Sikong Zhen, your performance really disappoints me!"

The Patriarch of the Ji family looked at Sikong Zhen, and pressed down on Sikong Zhen with half a step of the mighty aura of the Martial Emperor.

With a plop, Sikong Zhen knelt down on the ground under the pressure of the powerful momentum.

"I also ask Patriarch Ji to forgive me. It's not that I didn't try my best. It's because a monster named Nanye appeared in Daqin!"

Sikong Zhen explained tremblingly.

"Father, that Nanye did have tricks!" 1
Ji Jue, who had already returned to Ji's house, looked a little pale.

Its original cultivation base soared to the half-step Martial Emperor, and it returned to the Martial King Bachongtian.

Obviously, forcibly absorbing the luck of heaven and earth caused him a lot of damage.

"I will send some more experts from the clan to you, but if you let me down again..."

The Ji family didn't continue talking, but the cold killing intent emanating from his body had already answered for him.

"I will definitely not disappoint Patriarch Ji this time."

Sikong Zhen hastily expressed his loyalty.

"Okay, let's go!"

Patriarch Ji made Sikong Zhen retreat like a fly.

This time, the Ji family sent ten masters from the Seventh Heavenly Layer of Martial Kings and one expert from the Eighth Heavenly Layer of Martial Kings to Sikong Zhen.

These masters are not those parallel importers who use the luck of heaven and earth to encourage seedlings.

Each of them is an existence with solid foundation and terrifying combat power.

With the cultivation base of King Wu Qichongtian, Zhan Wuwang Bachongtian can remain invincible.

Even fighting against Wu Wang Jiuchongtian, he can guarantee undefeated within thirty strokes.

As for the master of the Eighth Heaven of the Martial King, he could easily kill the Ninth Heaven of the Martial King like the Four King Kongs.

Although pretending to be a grandson all the way, Sikong Zhen is still very satisfied with being able to bring back so many masters.

If I call my father, I will give myself a master of Wuwang.

Sikong Zhen was able to call Ji's family, but there was no other Martial King.

……

Just after Sikong Zhen left the land of clouds and mist with the masters of the Ji family, an old man with white beard and hair walked into the Ji family.

The old man is the head of the Jiang family, and there are also strong men at the emperor level in the family.

The Jiang family is in the land of clouds and mist, and it is as powerful as the Ji family.

"Patriarch Ji, I wonder if you still remember that there is an ancestral motto in the land of clouds and mists..."

"People in the land of clouds and mists are not allowed to contact people from the outside world, let alone support puppets in the outside world."

The head of the Jiang family said softly while flicking the tea with the tea lid.

"Could it be that brother Jiang has been willing to stay in this cloudy place and be a prisoner for the rest of his life?"

The head of the Ji family said with a face of unwillingness.

"It turns out that Brother Ji views the Land of Clouds and Mist in this way, but there is a huge difference from the Land of Clouds and Mist in my eyes."

"The land of clouds and mist in my eyes, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, rich products, far away from war and disputes, is a paradise on earth."

The head of the Jiang family said.

"Also, protecting the Sunset Peak was a promise made by all the ancestors at that time, and we descendants should fulfill it out of reason and reason."

"The ancestor of the great emperor of the Jiang family once said..."

"In the land of clouds and mist, contact with the outside world is the beginning of all disasters."

"Brother Ji, please take care of yourself!"

After the head of the Jiang family finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Old stubborn!"

Looking at the departing head of the Jiang family, the head of the Ji family had a mocking look on his face.

No one can stop their steps.

For that plan, the Ji family has planned and prepared for 1000 years.

The manpower and material resources paid cannot be calculated.

As long as this plan can succeed, he will become an existence like the great emperor of the Ji family.

……

Sikong Zhen returned to the palace happily with eleven masters of the Martial King.

Now that there are already people in command, the next step is to recruit troops.

Sikong Zhen issued an imperial decree that all young and strong men in the territory of Dayu must join the army.

In the midst of the separation of wives and children and the crying and mourning, Dayu once again assembled an army of 50.

All of a sudden, nine out of ten rooms in Dayu were empty.

Also, the Four Heavenly Kings ate so many of their own resources.

It's time to give back to yourself.

Sikong Zhen handed over the 40 troops at the bottom of the box to Ye Qingxue and the others.

When they heard that they had asked four people to lead the army to participate in the battle, the four people who had been pushing back and forth agreed happily.

Sure enough, a friend in adversity sees the truth, when all the generals retreat timidly.

Only they did not abandon themselves.

Sikong Zhen, who was so moved, once again rewarded the four daughters with a large number of treasures.

Today's 90 troops are Dayu's last strength.

Dayu's life and death depended on these 90 troops.

Of course, Sikong Zhen's own life and death were calculated separately from Dayu's.

Just as Dayu was forming his troops, all Ye Nan's preparations for the attack had been completed.

Following Ye Nan's order, Daqin's 30 troops entered the territory of Dayu.

Although Daqin's army is only 30.

But among these troops, 10 people followed Ye Nan along the way.

Being able to survive several tragic battles naturally does not require any doubts about its combat effectiveness.

For these people, not to mention one as ten, one as two or three is easy.

The remaining 20 are the Mongolian cavalry transferred from the northern part of Daqin.

The north of Daqin has not been peaceful these years, and it has been fighting the Xiongnu these years.