Under the archway, the warriors of the Ink Ape Department looked horrified.

Standing across from them were the warriors of the Popeye ape tribe, the elite of their suzerain's clan. Their ink ape department is only an inconspicuous one of the many vassal tribes of the popeye ape department, and when they fight against the popeye ape department, they are inherently mentally inferior.

The morale plummeted, and hundreds of warriors of the Ink Ape Division hung down, and their steps were vainly backwards a few steps.

"Retreat from the latter, kill!" Zha Mu raised the big sword in his hand and roared hoarsely: "You are not the warriors of the Ink Ape Tribe, you are the slaves of the noble master! You are only slaves! You must obey the will of the master!"

The warriors of the Ink Ape Division shook their bodies and subconsciously raised their swords in their hands.

But the Popeye warriors holding long knives on the opposite side roared and took a heavy step forward, these Popeye warriors weakened, and dozens of weapons fell to the ground, their morale was completely emptied, and instinctive fear dominated their bodies, and they could no longer raise the slightest courage to fight against the Popeye army on the opposite side.

"A bunch of shit!" Zamu roared angrily, glaring viciously at the limp Ink Ape warriors.

"Formation, formation!" raised the sword in his hand, and Zha Mu roared loudly. On both sides of the avenue behind the archway, in the dense flower forest, the Yan warriors of the brigade rushed out, wearing heavy armor, holding spears, halberds, strong bows and crossbows, and quickly formed a strict military formation behind the archway.

The avenue behind the archway is not more than twenty zhang wide, and tens of thousands of Yan warriors form a formation, blocking this avenue.

The spear and halberd are faintly cold, and the arrows on the strong bow and crossbow are numerous, and the Yan army under the command of Zamu is an elite, and they have no fear of Popeye. The battle-spirited Yan warriors held their breath. His eyes were red as he stared at the enemy on the other side.

For the Yan warriors, war and killing were already an instinct.

No matter who the enemy on the other side is, if you kill the enemy, they will be rewarded, and their wives and children will be better fed, better clothed, and better housed. The warriors of the Yan tribe, who have been enslaved for generations, never distinguish between good and evil, and never pay attention to who the enemy is on the other side. No matter who is standing across from them, cutting off their heads is the best option.

If it weren't for the fact that Zamu hadn't given the order yet, these Yan warriors who were like crazy demons with a fighting spirit would have been eager to take the initiative to attack!

Among the tribal elders in the Southern Wilderness in the distance, a red-bearded old man suddenly shouted: "Popeye monkey cubs, attack! Ha, Lao Tzu bet a jade coin, you don't dare to do it!"

Another old man with red eyes and faint fire gushing out loud laughed: "Attack." Don't take Kamakuma's rules to heart! Anyone who violently breaks into someone's private house will be executed...... Tsk, isn't it just cutting off your head? You're afraid of a fart!"

The Popeye warrior with the long knife in his hand froze, he hesitated to raise the long knife, but he did not dare to give the order to attack.

The Yan army on the opposite side looked like elites, and the armor on their bodies was obviously much better than that of the clansmen behind them. Once you do it, tens of thousands of clansmen behind you. At least more than half of it will be lost.

Not to mention, Kamaka does have this rule. Kasaka is the capital of the Terran tribal alliance, and the place where the high-ranking people of various ethnic groups live together. The precepts here are extremely strict, if he really dares to attack Qiongxue Palace with tens of thousands of clansmen and kill the servants under Ji Hao's command, then all of them, tens of thousands of clansmen, will undoubtedly be executed.

That's the bottom line. The bottom line that no one can break.

"Elder!" the unlucky man who couldn't retreat looked at the dark cloud with blood on the corner of his mouth at a loss.

The dark clouds also numb their claws, although his heart was full of anger, but in front of so many people watching the excitement, he didn't dare to order his own army to attack Qiongxue Palace. If he really dared to issue such an order. Even without a prayer, he can't save him!

"Ji Hao, this little mongrel!" the dark cloud cursed Ji Hao over and over again in his heart, this damn little barbarian of the Southern Wilderness, how could he dare to do this?

How dare he?

How dare he offend Popeye? How dare he not take the Ancestor Wuzhi Prayer to heart?

He actually dared to hang himself under the archway? Where did he get so bold? He was born in the Golden Crow Tribe, but the dark clouds have already found out, the Golden Crow Department was originally called the Fire Crow Tribe, this is a decaying small tribe that has not appeared for thousands of years without a single witch king, and the Popeye Ape Department can destroy the small tribe of his clan by dispatching a few witch kings at will!

How dare Ji Hao offend himself so much?

Isn't it just, isn't it that he wants to take advantage of opportunism and save the warriors of the hundreds of thousands of vassal tribes who were reduced to slaves with a trick? How could Ji Hao dare to do things absolutely at all? He really wasn't afraid of Wuzhi at all? He wasn't afraid of Popeye at all? Wasn't he afraid of the great god standing behind them at all?

'Oh~oh'!

There was a commotion from the crowd around to see the excitement, and the people who watched the excitement were not afraid of big things, and they wished that the dark clouds would order their family members to attack Qiongxue Palace. Some old guys who have a grudge against Wuyun on weekdays are even more foul-mouthed and scolding.

"The dark clouds of no -eggs-eggs, order!"

"Seed, it's hung up, don't you dare to fight hard?"

"Dark clouds, what are you afraid of? Attack! Do you still want to face it?"

"Hey, go to war! Attack! Monkey cubs, softened?"

The dark clouds were as pale as dirt, and they didn't know what to do with what was in front of them. Rao had been in a high position for many years and had seen all kinds of strange things, but he never thought that he would encounter such a difficult trouble.

One day, he would be hung under the archway to show the public, and there were clearly tens of thousands of people in front of him, but he didn't dare to let them save himself!

This thing is so aggrieved!

Thinking of the grievances, the dark clouds spurted out another mouthful of blood.

The morale of the Popeye warriors plummeted, their heads bowed, their necks shrunk, and the taunts from all sides were like countless slaps in the face, making their faces red.

A golden Ying Long with wings on his back flew quickly in the air, and a middle-aged man in a robe stood behind Ying Long and shouted:

"Where is Ji Hao? Emperor Shun has an order, and you will lead the meritorious ministers such as Taisi, Shaosi, Barbarian, Yumu, and Fengxing to the altar of sacrifice to the heavens, participate in the celebration ceremony, and at the same time accept the canonization of Emperor Shun as a reward for great merit!"

People watching the excitement from all directions gasped at the same time!

Ji Hao, who was young, was actually summoned by Di Shun to participate in the celebration ceremony?

Many people looked at the ugly dark clouds, and once again burst into laughter - this old fellow really hit the iron plate this time. (To be continued.) )