After The Empress Acended To The Throne, I Was Forcefully Made His Greatness

This is a flag that is red all over, with a red flagpole and a red flag, emitting light like fire.

Zuo Daoqi's expression changed slightly, not because he was surprised by the existence of the flag, but by the shape of the flag.

From a pure appearance point of view, this flag is almost exactly the same in appearance as the Unfettered Flag hidden around his waist!

"May I ask Chief Rong, what is the use of this flag?"

There was a look of nostalgia on Rong's face, and his eyes were full of admiration and longing.

"This Yanjun flag is the most important treasure of our Yan tribe. It is similar to the treasure of the Yan tribe before it was swallowed up by the Blood Wasteland. This thing has a great effect. I told you before that the battle of heaven's choice It takes place in an independent Blood Wasteland world. This world is like the prototype of a big world. There are restrictions and formations everywhere. This flag can break most of the restrictions and formations, allowing you to lead the tribe. Warriors, we can better go through the battle of the chosen ones."

Zuo Daoqi felt increasingly weird. The function of this flag actually sounded somewhat similar to the Unfettered Flag!

Rong sighed again.

"It's a pity that our family's important treasure was lost before we fell into this bloody world. Otherwise, with the important treasure in hand, together with the warriors of our tribe, we can take us to escape from this damn bloody world."

After hearing his words, Zuo Daoqi became more and more certain that his Unfettered Flag was definitely related to the Yan tribe.

So he pretended not to know anything and exclaimed.

"This imitation is so powerful, so how powerful is the real authentic product? Can it ignore all restrictions?"

Patriarch Rong thought for a moment and then shook his head slightly, "It seems that completely ignoring all the restrictions is not enough. At least as far as the warriors of the tribe know, it is not enough to break the restrictions on the Immortal Gate."

Zuo Daoqi couldn't help but feel speechless.

Good guys, you are really angry.

Breaking through the restrictions on the gate to immortality, what are you thinking?

The whole family ascends?

What a big ambition!

But we can also see from it how powerful the Yan tribe was in the ancient times.

"Then how did this valuable treasure get lost?"

"I didn't have a high status in the original world. I only know that in the past, Emperor Yan of our tribe wanted to take his people away to seek a higher level. Then he discovered the legendary Climbing Immortal Sect. Emperor Yan took the warriors and After carrying the Yan Emperor flag and leaving,... Yan Emperor and the warriors never came back, and then we were abandoned by the world and came to this bloody world."

Zuo Daoqi listened to Rong's story, but felt certain in his heart.

The Yan Emperor Flag in Rong's mouth is probably the Unfettered Flag in his hand now. Even if not, the Unfettered Flag is inseparable from the Yan Emperor Flag.

In a place where Rong couldn't see, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently stroked the Unfettered Flag.

Rong did not immerse himself in the glorious past for too long and soon returned to the topic.

"It's just that this flag has not been completely cast yet, because many clan members were born after coming to this bloody world. Over the years, people like me who had no status in the original world have become clan leaders. If you want this For the Yanjun Banner to truly play a role in the Battle of Heavenly Chosen, preparations are needed.”

"What preparation?"

Zuo Daoqi asked, and he saw something was wrong from Rong's expression.

Rong did not answer his question, but turned to look at Zuo Dodge, showing a gentle smile.

"It won't be too much trouble. I just want to ask you to stay a few more days."

Zuo Daoqi didn't understand, so he nodded.

He turned around and left with Rong.

The blazing flames are burning forever under this bloody mountain. This bloody flame does not seem to be much different from the flames in this world. It can also be used to refine weapons and alchemy.

Another day, Zuo Daoqi became more and more familiar with the people of the Yan tribe, but the Yan tribe, which was originally monolithic, had undergone some changes.

There was a fierce conflict between Rong and the higher-ups of the tribe.

The content of the dispute is...whether Zuo Dodge can be trusted to lead them to truly escape from the bloody world.

Rong didn't know why, but he firmly believed that Zuo Daoqi could take them away, so he wanted to organize the three hundred bravest warriors in the tribe to follow Zuo Daoqi to fight in the Battle of Heaven's Choice.

Many elders in the tribe disagreed, and their opinions were more conservative.

The Yan tribe has declined, and there are more and more warriors who are sleeping forever. In the past, every time visitors from outside the world came, they would take advantage of their waking hours to frantically reproduce their offspring. They would never allow the Yan tribe to interrupt their inheritance.

The bloodline of the warriors cannot be cut off. The bravest people must give birth to offspring as soon as possible during this short waking period, so that the fire of the Yan tribe can be passed on forever and the totem can be immortal.

Conservative thinking.

Rong told Zuo Daoqi about this,

"I don't know why they are unwilling to give it a try. How many times have they been conservative? In order to keep the tribe going, they always prevent the bravest warriors from participating in the war and let them reproduce like fertility machines. Why do they do it for the tribe? continuation of…

In my opinion, if the Yanyan tribe is still alive, it’s better to give it a try and risk everything..."

Zuo Daoqi was speechless. He stood on the top of the mountain, silent.

In fact, he doesn't know if he can really help the Yan tribe solve its current predicament, but he will go all out because there is no retreat at this time.

"I will go all out. After all, Patriarch, you said that if you fail in the Battle of Heavenly Chosen, you will be sealed in this bloody world."

"You aliens can surrender and follow the winner..."

Zuo Daoqi shook his head. It was impossible for him to surrender to the Ancient Terror Palace, the Monster Clan, or the people from Hell. At least these three parties could not tolerate him.

The other two parties are okay. When he gives everything, they may give him a chance to survive, but if the people from the Ancient Fear Palace win...

There was no way he was going to survive.

At that point, he will have no way to escape.

He looked at Rong, "The people who came in together are my enemies. They will not give me a chance to surrender."

He said with a smile on his face, "So, like you guys, I'm on the edge of the cliff. I will try my best to win the battle of the chosen ones, and lead the brothers of the Yan tribe out of this bloody bloody world. Wild world.”

Rong also laughed along with him, and then said, "With your words, I am willing to do my best to convince them, and give everything I have...!"

That not-so-good premonition resurfaced in Zuo Daoqi's mind, and he seemed to see something wrong in Rong's eyes.

However, this change did not affect his status in the Yan Tribe. Every day when he walked in the Yan Tribe, everyone who passed by would perform ancient rituals to him.

Zuo Daoqi asked Ming Snake about the existence of the Yan tribe, but Ming Snake didn't know about it.

The ancient times are too long, this is the history before the three saints became enlightened.

Time is always cruel and ruthless. Too many great legends and histories have been buried, and too many ancient and powerful existences have been annihilated.

Although the Underworld Snake has an extremely long life, it is not that ancient. He understands the language of the ancient times. It is just innate and he understands it from birth, but this does not mean that he is a person from the ancient times.

Zuo Dodge was speechless.

How dazzling the Yan Tribe is in that bright world.

Throughout the ages, those who call themselves emperors are the most powerful in the world.

The leader of the Yan tribe was named Emperor Yan in the ancient times, and his power was probably universally recognized and known to everyone.

He plans to ascend to the Immortal Sect and hopes that his entire family will ascend. How great and confident he is.

Two days later, he visited this bloody island belonging to the Yan Tribe. As Rong said, there was no one except the people from the Yan Tribe.

Let alone human beings, apart from those plants that were as red as red agate, there was not even a single thing alive and moving.

Zuo Daoqi finally determined that Rong had not deceived him.

At least for now, everything is as he said.

He also saw the bloody flag in the center of the island. It was a very ordinary flag with a scarlet and ferocious word "flame" written on it.

According to what Rong said, as long as it is pulled out, it will represent the Yan tribe's participation in this battle of natural selection.

In the Demon Locking Tower.

Zuo Daoqi and Jiang Liyan sat opposite each other. He talked for a long time, and then turned his eyes to Jiang Liyan.

"These are the rules of this weird world. What do you think, senior sister?"

"According to what Chief Rong said, two extraterrestrial visitors will not appear on a blood island. If you leave the Demon Locking Tower at this moment, you should be teleported away to a different blood island to gain the qualifications to participate in the Battle of Heavenly Chosen."

Jiang Liyan looked thoughtful, obviously considering the pros and cons in his mind.

By participating in the Battle of the Chosen, she will have a chance to win treasures, but it will be more dangerous. Zuo Daoqi said that those who dare to enter the world of blood may be real people. It is more likely that she will enter the blood island. Later, he became cannon fodder.

She cast her eyes on Zuo Dodge, her red lips parted slightly, "Do you think you will win?"

Zuo Daoqi was silent and then said, "As long as there is no one above Yang Shen, I will win."

Jiang Liyan suddenly smiled and said softly, "In that case, I will occupy an island. Anyway, if you are the final winner, the worst I can do is surrender to you."

Zuo Daoqi laughed loudly, "Okay, since senior sister has such ambition, junior brother will definitely help you to the end."

Jiang Liyan looked at Zuo Daoqi with something strange in his eyes. Zuo Daoqi noticed it, and Jiang Liyan felt it himself.

So the atmosphere seemed to become a little charming at this moment.

Unknowingly, Zuo Dodge had already stood up.

Suddenly, he stretched out a hand and gently put it on Jiang Liyan's shoulder. Before she could react, he felt the hand on his shoulder suddenly pull her in one direction.

Immediately afterwards, there was a cold feeling on the lips, which were a little wet, a little slippery, and had a strange taste.

Zuo Daoqi once again felt the taste of Jiang Liyan on his lips and teeth, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

During the kiss, Zuo Daoqi's eyes widened, while Jiang Liyan's eyes were tightly closed.

After opening her eyes and seeing the smile in Zuo Daoqi's eyes, she quickly closed her eyes again, as if she hadn't opened them for a moment, her eyes full of shyness.

After a long time, the lips parted.

Jiang Liyan covered her shocking face with a black veil, and then said coquettishly in a tone rarely seen in Zuo Daoqi.

: "It's fine now, are you satisfied?"

Zuo Dodge was still going forward, and his hands were already open.

Avoided by Jiang Liyan.

"How can I be satisfied? For a beauty like Senior Sister, just kissing her won't satisfy her."

A blush appeared on Jiang Liyan's face, but she ignored him and turned around, as if she was shy.

Zuo Daoqi knew that enough was enough and did not push too hard, giving Jiang Liyan some space to be alone.

Because during the kiss just now, Jiang Liyan seemed to have thought of something.

If she also participates in the Battle of the Chosen, it means that she will lead a tribe from the ancient times. It is irresponsible to enter a world at will to bring hope to others when she knows that she will not win. things.

Although Jiang Liyan is called a witch, she is not a real demon cultivator.

…

In the Yan tribe.

"Rong, do you really want to do this!?"

"Do you really believe in that extraterrestrial visitor named Zuo Dodge?"

"We have been disappointed for too long. Their extraterrestrial visitors can leave, but what about us? After the failure, the three hundred warriors could only lose their lives. For so long, our Yan tribe has completely declined."

Rong listened to the sounds coming from his ears. There was no expression on his face. He just gently hit the ground with the crutch in his hand, and the sounds that were not loud sounded.

"The public wants to break the boundary, but the public does not break the boundary, and the public breaks the boundary. If he breaks the boundary and dies, what will happen to him?"

This is a song that the warriors of the tribe wrote a long time ago for those warriors who died in the Chosen World, and it was chanted softly at this moment.

In fact, not every generation of Yan tribe chiefs are conservatives, there are also radicals like Rong among them.

It’s just that the radicals failed too much.

Rong may be the last radical in the history of the Yan tribe.

"When we break the boundary, we will die without regrets and sleep forever. When there are no visitors from outside the world, who will not sleep forever?"

Rong said loudly, then looked around and made eye contact with everyone around him.

Indeed, when there are no visitors from the outside, this Blood Island is a dead island, with not a single living creature that can move inside.

Seeing that they all listened to his words, a look of satisfaction appeared on Rong's face.

"In my opinion, warriors should die on the battlefield instead of turning into sculptures that can only be supported by others!

I am old and have lived enough. The long years and life span have brought me an eternal curse..."

"Clan leader, you!" Someone realized that there was something wrong in Rong's words.

"Rong, what do you want to do, don't be impulsive!"

Rong seemed to have thought of everything long ago.

There was a touch of softness on his face, and he looked at the person he had argued with the most before.

"Xiao, I watched you grow up. I have been telling you the story of Emperor Yan for a long time. Most of them were born in this bloody world. I don't want to... I don't know how to face you after I die. To Emperor Yan!"

There was a hint of crying in Rong's tone, and then he looked at everyone.

"The Yanjun Banner is modeled after the Yandi Banner, but it has a big weakness, that is, it cannot be refined by others. It is not used like a magic weapon, but more like a tool.

I am willing to transform my body into a weapon spirit so that the Yanjun Banner can be refined by Zuo Daoqi, in exchange for his absolute responsibility for our Yan Tribe, and use my last light and heat to illuminate the way home for our Yan Tribe warriors! "