The World’s Strongest Legion System

Half an hour later, a ray of light flashed, Zhu Yingjun and several guards appeared on the plane of Dylan, the portal platform outside the sand clan's imperial city.

"Mr. Li, I have been waiting for you for a long time. We have been waiting here for the news that you are coming!"

Outside the portal, Karu, the regent of the Sand Clan wearing a purple-gold dragon robe, greeted him together with three men and a woman.

The three men are Yan Guangzu of the Yan Clan wearing red armor, Iron King Luo of the Iron King Tribe of the Yan Clan wearing animal skins, and the Bermuda green husband of the Sand Clan. He and Yan Guangzu had returned to Dilan Continent a day ago.

One woman is a middle-aged woman wearing a veil and a long purple dress, Bingxuan, the soul of the soul clan.

Behind them, there were seven or eight young juniors, and the girl in white was the soul Shui Qing that Li Wenhao had seen in Loulan City.

"Thank you, I'm ashamed to be handsome!" Zhu Yingjun smiled and bowed his hands in salute, showing grandeur in his gestures.

"Young Master Zhu came just in time. We are discussing the sphere of influence of various ethnic groups in the seventh plane. Please come inside!"

Karu was very enthusiastic and invited everyone to board the spar warship floating beside.

It's sad to say the least.

Sand Clan, Soul Clan, Shui Clan, Yan Clan, Barbarian Clan, You Clan, Sky Clan, Dwarf Clan, a total of eight royal families.

The Celestial Clan, the Dwarf Clan, mainly controls the Kuran plane that produces Soul Cultivation Jade.

The Soul Clan and You Clan mainly control the Azure Plane that produces law spars.

The remaining spirit mines in Dylan plane are mainly controlled by barbarians and Yan tribes.

Even the second-to-last Aquarium still controls a vast sea area.

Only they, the Sand Clan, have no farts. They finally found two super black iron mines on the seventh plane, and they were snatched by Li Wenhao.

Not to mention the loss of soldiers and generals, it is hard to say whether the last large black iron mine, Drew City, can be kept.

Carew felt bitter and had nothing to say.

Now that Zhu Yingjun's arrival gave him some hope, if he could hug Xuantianzong's thigh, he might be able to keep some benefits.

"Young Master Zhu!" After entering the crystal warship and sitting on the conference table, Karu, as the landlord, just got up and wanted to introduce the situation.

Yan Guangzu in the left hand stood up abruptly, interrupted Kalu roughly, and said loudly to himself: "Young Master Li, we have already discussed it.

According to the last meeting of the Eight Clans hosted by the Wudi Palace, our Yan, Man, Hun, and Sand Clans are mainly in charge of the Eastern Continent of the seventh plane.

This time, our Yan Clan sent 300,000 troops to occupy the desert ruins, Mocheng, Langya County and other places as our foundation.

The barbarians sent 200,000 troops to occupy Meishan, Huaibei County, and other places as their foundations.

The Soul Clan dispatched 100,000 troops, using Drew City as their base, and headed north. "

"Agreed, on behalf of the Iron Royal family, I agree to this plan!" Iron Wang Luo stroked his chest hair, and was the first to nod in agreement.

Iron King Tribe and Yan Clan Yanguang Tribe have a deep relationship, and this time it was the eighth-rank Yanguang Zuomu who wrote the letter himself, so he naturally supported it.

"I have no objection!" Soul Bingxuan's tone was cold, the main strength of their soul clan was in the blue plane, this time it was purely for Yanguang family's face, to make up numbers.

A large black iron mine in Nengbai is also good!

"You, you all have to save some for my Sand Clan, right?" Karu's face flushed red, and his whole body trembled with anger.

I wanted to say a hard word, but unfortunately, I stopped when I got to my lips.

If the three eighth ranks of the Sand Clan worked together, he would definitely dare to say it, but unfortunately, he only got the support of the eighth rank of the royal family.

The other two, the Great Wizard and the King of Swords, are only passing on face.

Relying on the sky and the earth, after all, he can only rely on himself, his strength is not enough, what can he do?

Iron King Luo said disdainfully: "You Sha Clan are ashamed to speak up, but you lost your city and land after being beaten by a small native, and you were completely defeated.

We are helping you avenge the Sha Clan and save face for our eight royal families.

It's just a small stronghold of yours, you can go to Turkic, go to the giant Rakshasa Empire, and fight another one? "

Yan Guangzu sat on the side, coughing in embarrassment, it seems that he was also the one who was beaten completely.

Kalu couldn't bear it any longer, and slammed the table: "I, the Sha Clan, didn't beg you to come, don't press everything on our heads.

Anyway, Drew City belongs to my Sand Clan, and no one can take it away! "

"Okay, okay, everyone restrain yourself first!" Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhu Yingjun could only get up and wave his hands, signaling Kuru to sit down first.

"I'm here this time, hoping that everyone will put aside their differences and send troops to Langya as soon as possible.

Li Wenhao's 700,000 troops have entered the territory of Jingdu County, and the situation is very critical.

As for the distribution of land you mentioned, how about we distribute it according to the level of military exploits after Langya is destroyed? "

"Hey, Mr. Li is right, I have no objection!" Iron King Luo was the first to speak in support.

In his opinion, defeating Langya was a breeze. According to the strength of their tribe's warriors, their combat exploits were either the first or the second.

"I have no objection either!" Yan Guangzu nodded the second, although he knew that Langya's fighting power was good, but he didn't think he could defeat their four-clan alliance.

"I agree!" Hun Ling Bingxuan said softly, completely in a soy sauce, careless manner.

Anyway, their soul clan has no shortage of resources, so they should travel with them, and she doesn't feel any danger.

Yan, Man, Hun, and the three clans all agreed, and together with Zhu Yingjun, they looked at the livid-faced Kalu.

"Karu, can you give me a word?" Iron King Luo said impatiently: "If you don't like it, you don't have to send troops, just hand over Drew City to us."

"Iron King Luo, Drew City is a stronghold built by our Sand Clan, so why should it be entrusted to you?"

Karoo didn't speak, but the Bermuda young husband who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

"What is your identity? You don't have the right to speak here!" Iron King Luo was furious, and immediately stood up, as if he was about to fight.

"Want to fight, come on, let's see who gets carried out?" The Bermuda youth stood up with red eyes not to be outdone.

"Brother Baimu, brother Wang Luo, they are all on our own, let's calm down and sit down!" Yan Guangzu got up and grabbed Tie Wang Luo.

If it was the seventh level of the other Sha clan, he would definitely not care about it, but the young husband of Baimu had saved his life twice and fled back together from the seventh continent together.

"Karu, tell me if it's okay or not!" Tie Wang Luo was stopped by Yan Guangzu, unable to get angry, turned his head, and stared at Kalu again.

Veins protruded from Karoo's forehead. He was the majestic king of the clan, and was pointed at his nose by a barbarian of the seventh rank?

How can you bear it, and you will become a turtle if you bear it any longer!

"噗," Karoo stood up and said, "Okay, I will do as you said!"

"Okay," Zhu Yingjun was happy, stood up and applauded, and was about to ask how many soldiers the Sha Clan sent.

Outside the battleship, there was a sudden loud shout.

"It's not good, there is an alien invasion!"

"Night ghosts, night ghosts, a lot of night ghosts!"

"Eighth, eighth!"

The faces of several people changed drastically, and they hurriedly flew to the entrance of the battleship, only to see a large black mist rolling in from the northeast, covering half of the sky.

Eagle heads, black claws, and ghostly figures appear and disappear in the black mist. The number is unimaginable, at least hundreds of them!

The leader is a 100-meter-long eighth-order night ghost, chasing a running Sand Clan villain and galloping towards it.

Looking at the speed, it looks like a seventh order.

"There are hundreds of miles around here, and there are only a few hills. How could there be a group of night ghosts?" Kalu was bewildered.

He was very familiar with the terrain around the imperial city, so he couldn't figure it out, where did these night ghosts come from?

And this strange sand tribe master, what's the situation?