The members of the Ming Cult also began to roar. They roared at the top of their lungs, and their majestic war songs filled the sky and the earth.

The sound of war drums is booming!

The battle flag is flying!

The yellow sand is trembling.

The whole world was boiling with excitement.

Return!

Everything has returned.

Mingjiao.

Thousands of years ago, the illustrious Zuojia Ming Cult.

So what if the sun and moon set in the west?

One day we will make a comeback!

So what if the evil clan is rampant?

I teach millions of warriors that there is no need to fight or die!

On the ancient Great Wall of Feng Qingtian, Lin Huang looked at the Ming Cult members boiling with fighting spirit, with blood burning in his eyes.

He waved his hand.

Dozens of lonely beacon towers lit up the sky with smoke.

The black dragon soared into the sky, carrying the embroidered dragon flag of the sun and moon on its back, floating between the sky and the earth, dancing horizontally, disturbing the wind and clouds thousands of miles away.

"Gentlemen!"

Lin Huang's voice resounded throughout the world, "What should we do if the Mingjiao returns today?"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The next moment, the forest rose from the ground, "All ten members of the Ming Cult, listen to the order! Follow me and destroy the Nine Wilds!"

"Qinglong has an order!"

"The White Tiger has an order!"

"Suzaku has the order!"

"Xuanwu has the order!"
Chapter completed!