Chapter 261

"War ring!"

Seeing the purple ring, Zhang Yue couldn't help exclaiming.

"Don't you kneel yet?"

Han Yun's body was filled with an extremely mysterious smell.

At the same time, an ancient war spirit suddenly condensed behind Han Yun!

"Dong..."

As if it were a magic sound from ancient times, a drum sounded suddenly.

"Buzzing, buzzing..."

The aura went crazy and the low drum sound seemed to fall on everyone's heart.

Crazy sect disciples fell to the ground one by one with pale faces. Even Lei Diao next to Han Yun was pale.

The drum.

He seemed to see the ancient battlefield and the blood and corpses all over the sky, which made people feel frightened.

"War drums..."

Zhang Yue looked at Han Yun with a pale face.

He wants to resist.

But under the gaze of the ancient war soul behind Han Yun, he only felt that his legs weighed tens of thousands of kilograms. A voice shouted madly in his heart.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

……

"Get down on your knees!"

"Dong Dong..."

Two more war drums came.

Zhang Yue's legs trembled, his face suddenly turned red, and a mouthful of blood gushed out directly.

"It's impossible..."

Zhang Yue's face is incredible.

"Three war drums, for many years, there has been no sound of war drums in the war clan for many years. The halberds of the war clan disciples have rusted!"

"Poop!"

Zhang Yue, finally unable to bear the pressure, knelt down directly.

"I've seen you, young master!"

Zhang Yue knelt on the ground and crawled down directly.

"It's a long time ago!"

Han Yun's breath suddenly disappeared. His smiling face was just like two people.

"Han... Young master!"

A touch of awe rose in Zhang Yue's eyes.

War clan disciple.

Blood is respected. As for strength, it is second!

Han Yun can ring three war drums, which has reached the level of eight blood vessels. Such blood vessels are more than enough to be their little Lord.

"Get up!"

Han Yun replied faintly.

Han Yun would have to take some measures if he were other war masters, but the disciples of the war clan have a strong oppression on the power of blood.

Han Yun's blood power.

Zhang Yue can't resist it at all!

"Little Lord, Zhang Yue just offended. Please forgive me!"

"Forgive you this time, and next time, it will be a capital crime!"

Han Yun looked at Zhang Yue and said softly.

"Yes!"

Zhang Yue wiped a cold sweat.

"Lei Diao, continue to zhanzong!"

Han Yun ordered Lei Diao.

"Yes, boss!"

Lei Diao jumped up and turned into a big bird dozens of feet, carrying Han Yun quickly disappeared.

"Young Lord, wait for me..."

Zhang Yue hurried to catch up.

"Boss, you still have the means. You didn't see Zhang Yue's advice just now. I'm really laughing to death!"

Lei Diao's face was full of joy, and the north and South Korean cloud said.

"You little eagle, you're really looking for a fight. Zhang Yue is a fighter. He's afraid of me because of my blood. If you provoke him, I won't help you!"

Han Yun couldn't help laughing and scolding.

"Boss, you can't do this. I'm your favorite sweetheart..."

"Stop..."

Han Yun was sweating.

Shit, when was his sweetheart a carving!

"Go on your way and wait until Zhan Zong, let you have enough fun!"

"Thank you, boss!"

Lei Diao's face was excited.

An hour later.

Lei Diao finally got out of the desert of the ancient city and entered the territory of the ancient city of Xia state. A strong aura of heaven and earth rushed towards Han Yun.

"What a rich Aura!"

Han Yun couldn't help sighing.

This aura is several times stronger than that of the three northern regions.

"Go to zhanzong!"

Standing on Lei Diao's back, Han Yun's eyes were like electricity, straight into the distance.

In the vast ancient city of Xia state, on a towering mountain peak, a towering hall stands here.

Zhan Zong!

Two words, dragon flying and Phoenix dancing.

But today's zhanzong is full of sadness.

All the disciples of zhanzong stay above the hall. At the top is the leader of zhanzong and the strongest of zhanzong, Zhang Lang!

"Lord, are the disciples of Niubi Pavilion really coming?"

A strong man of war king asked Zhang Lang in surprise.

"Yes, there's news from the Seven Star sect. Brother Niu forced me to fight with the strong in person!"

Zhang Lang said in a deep voice.

Zhang Lang's heart is full of regret.

If Zhang Lang had known that the little girl was so important in Han Yun's heart, he would never dare to do so. Although zhanzong was also a top-grade sect, it would be far worse than Niubi Pavilion.

"Lord, if I'm not mistaken, the leader of Niubi Pavilion should be a war emperor!"

The second strongest of Zhan Zong, another Zhan Huang Qu Dao, came out and asked with flashing eyes.

"That's right!"

Zhang Lang replied in a deep voice.

"Lord, although zhanzong has just become a top-grade sect, my ancestor didn't stay..."

Qu Dao looked at Zhang Lang and a cruel light flashed in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Lang's face changed.

"Patriarch, we don't know how many strong people have come to Niubi Pavilion, but if we fight with Niubi Pavilion, even if we win, we will inevitably suffer heavy losses. Although the way my grandfather left behind has also suffered some losses, it is definitely much better than fighting with Niubi Pavilion!"

Qu Dao said coldly.

"This..."

Zhang Lang took a slight puff at the corner of his mouth.

Loss?

The way for my ancestors to stay is to make a river of blood!

"That's the only way!"

In Zhang Lang's eyes, he suddenly raised a touch of ruthlessness, and then ordered the following:

"Arrange disciples to go to the three surrounding cities and catch 100000 ordinary people for me!"

"Catch 100000 ordinary people?"

The eyes of the elders were full of doubts.

"At the Lord's command, don't go quickly!"

Seeing this group of elders hesitating, Qu Dao immediately cheered coldly.

"Yes..."

The elders of zhanzong left.

Around zhanzong.

It became a disaster in an instant.

There are ordinary people running away everywhere. These people don't cultivate martial arts and have no resistance in front of zhanzong disciples. They are directly caught by zhanzong disciples and brought into zhanzong.

Zhanzong Houshan.

In a dusty cave.

Qu Dao and Zhang Lang appeared here. Behind them were countless zhanzong disciples. In front of each zhanzong disciple, there were several ordinary people kneeling.

"Kill me!"

"Yes!"

A knife went down, and the blood dyed the whole zhanzong red.

A torrent of resentment gathered over zhanzong.

At the same time, there was a cold force rising. I didn't know where it came from, but it made every zhanzong disciple seem to be standing in an ice cave.

"Strange, why did these people escape?"

On Lei Diao's back, Han Yun frowned and looked at groups of panicked ordinary people.

"Zhang Yue, go down and ask!"

Han Yun told Zhang Yue.

"Yes, little Lord!"

Zhang Yue saluted respectfully and then disappeared into the void.

A moment later, Zhang Yue came back.

"What happened?"

Han Yun asked in a deep voice.

"According to the reaction of the masses, zhanzong disciples are catching ordinary people recently. Now they have caught nearly 100000!"

"Catch ordinary people?"

Han Yun gave a slight meal and then began to observe Qi.

Looking at the purple eyes of the Korean War Pope, he saw a group of grievances from the Hittite people in Han Yun's line of sight.