"Yes, who is responsible?" Shapu Youhe said loudly, "Let's make it clear first, if it is really because of you, the Langya army will attack the city tomorrow morning.

I, Shapu Youhe, immediately evacuated with one hundred thousand Sha tribe troops.

I don’t care about this Meishan Pass, you Yan people can defend it however you like!"

"You dare!" Yan Huo stood up with a bang, his face livid with anger: "We, the regent, have promised to guard Meishan together. Do you dare to disobey?"

"What don't I dare to do?" Shapu Youhe also stood up with a "bang" sound and said with a louder voice: "I say it again, I am a member of the King of Swords!

Even before I leave, I have already given the regent a lot of face.

Now you Yan people are reluctant to part with a piece of broken iron, so you snatched it from the Tiechuan Wang family.

I have to leave now, and the regent has nothing to say!"

"You!" Yan Huo's mouth trembled angrily. Emperor Yan's order was related to the interests of the family. He did not dare to say it and could not say it.

But similarly, Meishan is also of great importance, especially the super black iron mine in the back mountain. It is a resource that the Yan tribe urgently needs and must not be lost.

He had no choice but to turn to Baimu Qingfu for help. Baimu Qingfu had been acting as a peacemaker for the past two days.

It is a pity that this time the peacemaker Baimu Qingfu stopped talking and sat there with a gloomy face and said nothing.

"Sit down first, let's discuss it slowly!" Yan Guangzu saw that the situation was about to collapse, and said helplessly: "The Yan Emperor's Order is not in our hands now. Even if we agree to Li Wenhao, we can't get it out before tomorrow?

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"Whose hands is it?" Shapu Youhe shouted loudly: "Go back through the portal to get it now. We still have half a day to go. How can we come in a hurry?"

Yan Huo added disdainfully: "In the hands of my ancestor Yan Guang Zuo Mu, you have the ability, why don't you go and get it?"

"Fire King, Yanguang Zuomu!"

"The leader of the Yan Clan from the previous generation!"

Shapu Youhe and Baimu Qingfu were shocked. They did not expect that the Yan Emperor Token was in the hands of Yan Guang Zuomu, the leader of the Yan clan of the previous generation and a veteran eighth-level powerhouse.

Shapu Youhe sat back in his chair and said slowly: "I heard that Yanguang Zuomu was seriously injured by a golden-horned tauren in the ancient battlefield last year and escaped with only half of his body left.

For more than a year, he has been busy searching for a host soul within the clan, why does he want a token from Emperor Yan?"

"How do we know this kind of thing?" Yan Huo snorted and said, "I'm curious, why does Langya King Li Wenhao not want anything else but the Yan Emperor's Order?"

"Oh, on this point, Wei Gu said just now that Li Wenhao wants the Yan Emperor Order for his ally Sun Tribe. What Li Wenhao wants is to open a stronghold in the Dilan plane!" Baimu Qingfu felt shuddering in his heart, and his face was confused.

He explained in a change of tone.

"Sun Tribe?" Yanhuo snorted disdainfully and stopped talking.

The final result of the discussion was that each of them asked their superiors for instructions, but this time, there was no reply until late at night.

Baimuqingfu left the meeting hall, looked at the bright moon in the night sky, took a deep breath, and walked towards the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.

He knew that he might not be able to get the Emperor Yan Order this time!

However, fortunately, I finally know the whereabouts of Emperor Yan's order, so my hard work is not in vain.

However, he was a little confused as to what the value of this Yan Emperor's Order was, so that both the Yan Clan and Li Wenhao valued it so much.

The same question arises in the sunny Dilan plane, the city of Red Flame, the capital of the Yan tribe.

Yan Jinchuan, the son of the contemporary patriarch, had been thinking about this issue after leaving the Yanguang family's mansion in a carriage.

"Strange, what is the use of this Yandi Order to make Yanguang Zuomu, an old fox, willing to bear all losses?"

"Young patriarch!" A middle-aged counselor said: "Yan Guang Zuomu has held the position of patriarch for more than sixty years and knows many secrets that we don't know.

In addition to being related to the treasure land of the Sun Tribe, this Yandi Order may have other uses!"

"You're right!" Yan Jinchuan nodded: "We can't be careless about this matter. If it's really not possible, you can go to the seventh plane yourself.

There is also the host that Yanguang Zuomu secretly cultivated. We must also find ways to destroy it, and we must not let him successfully transfer his soul.

There are three eighth-level members of the Yanguang family, which is too many!"

"I obey the order!" The middle-aged counselor accepted the order softly, and disappeared in the carriage in a flash.

Yan Jinchuan opened the curtain and looked out at the Yanguang family mansion that stretched for miles. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "After two sons died, the soul was shaken, which will inevitably affect the soul."

The policies of the Yan clan are somewhat different. They are divided into two major families, Yanguang and Yanjin, which take turns in power. The current clan leader is the contemporary Chiyan Emperor.

Not to mention the Sand tribe, the Barbarians and other tribes find this policy strange, and even the Yan tribe themselves find it difficult to accept it.

However, the strength of the two families is not much different, and their interests are entangled with each other. No one can destroy the other, and no one can trust the other, so they can only survive like this.

Yan Jinchuan is in his forties, with a seventh-level Heaven-Shaking Realm cultivation level, which is the best age for a man.

He doesn't have the patience to wait until he is old in the next round before becoming the clan leader.

"Li Wenhao, kill my two sons, and my Yanguang family will fight against you until death!"

At the Yanguang family mansion, when Yan Jinchuan left, Yanguang Zuomu, who had lost his legs and had only his upper body left, couldn't bear it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood on the bed.

Due to the serious injury, his pale face became even darker, and there was a faint aura of imminent death.

"Ancestor, my condolences!"

"Ancestor, we are mobilizing the army. We can assemble an army of 500,000 in one day at most!"

"It's just a small indigenous country that we can destroy easily. Our ancestors must not get angry!"

Seeing Yanguang Zuomu vomiting blood, the faces of the Yanguang tribesmen gathered around the bed changed. They hurriedly came forward to pat the back, deliver medicine, and got busy in a huddle.

"Go and find the host. I can't wait any longer. I must send my soul immediately!" Yanguang Zuomu regained his composure and spoke with difficulty.

I originally thought about making more preparations before sending my soul.

It's a pity that my soul has been shaken. In order to prevent the situation from getting worse, I can't wait any longer!

"Ancestor, that's not possible. The host's bloodline is not strong enough. Now I am sending my soul. What if I can't awaken the Flame Emperor's bloodline?"

"Ancestor, the second master has found the Ten Thousand Years Fire Ganoderma lucidum and is on his way back. Can you hold on for one more day?"

"There's no rush!" Everyone wanted to persuade them again. Yanguang Zuomu had a gloomy old face and shook his head: "Now there is still a 50% chance of sending the soul. After one day, even if it is nourished by the ten thousand-year blood spirit plant, it will not be enough.

Thirty percent!”

"Shut up, everyone, and go bring the host!" The old woman sitting at the top suddenly spoke. No one in the room dared to say any more.

Ten minutes later, a dark-haired young man with dull eyes was brought in. Only Yan Guang Zuomu, the old woman, and two old men were left in the room.

The old woman Nangong Meiqiao, an eighth-level master of the Soul Clan and the wife of Yan Guang Zuomu, stood up and walked to the bed.

His face was cold and emotionless: "Are you ready?"

Yanguang Zuomu nodded: "I know you have been waiting for me to die so that you can find that person!

I only have the first request, if I die, to avenge the children!"

"I will!" Nangong Meiqiao nodded, and slapped Yanguang Zuomu's head to pieces, causing red and white pieces to shatter on the ground.

The two elders of the family in the room had their mouths twitching. Do they need to be so simple and crude?
Chapter completed!