Supreme Beauty, I summon the heroes to establish the Supreme Divine Dynasty

"I, General Dian Wei, pay my respects to Your Majesty."

The burly, ferocious-looking man with a halberd on his back bowed down, and Jiang Hao quickly helped him up.

"My evil spirit is finally born. With you by my side, I can sleep more peacefully."

"Your Majesty, rest assured. As long as Dian Wei is here, no one will dare to harm your Majesty."

Jiang Hao certainly had no doubts about this.

He immediately waved his hand, consumed a large amount of reputation points, and directly increased Dian Wei's tiger guards to 3,000.

Then he encouraged him and asked him to go down to discuss the matter of the palace guards with Xu Chu.

【Name: Dian Wei】

【Physique: Evil body】

【Cultivation: Grandmaster Level 9】

【Skill: Evil Crazy Demon Sutra】

【Type of troops: Tiger Guards - 300】

【Evaluation: Ape arms holding two halberds, a sturdy body covered in iron armor. He died in the fierce battle of Yuhe, showing his divine power for eternity.

Jiang Hao looked away after watching the tall and fierce figure disappear.

He had a special liking for this ancient evil.

Because...If there is a chance to do something evil in the future, ahem, this is the most suitable bodyguard!

The summoning continues,

【Ding, summon card is used, congratulations to the host for obtaining the top hero - Wei Zheng】

【Name: Wei Zheng】

【Physique: Dragon-slaying Immortal Physique】

【Cultivation: Grandmaster Level 9】

【Skill: Dream Dragon Slaying Sutra】

【Evaluation: His name will go down in history, he is a minister who can stabilize the country and keep the country safe. Honor and disgrace are beyond one's control, but the rise and fall of the past and present are the reflections of the people. 】

This is also a big man, famous and well-known!

Especially the heroes summoned by him, all have a certain mythological magic plot.

The legend of Wei Zheng dreaming of killing the Dragon King of Jinghe River is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

No matter what, this person cannot be neglected.

Now that Daxia is on the verge of founding a country, it is in urgent need of various talents to assist in the administration. The birth of Wei Zheng has slightly relaxed his nervous mood.

Just when the whole Daxia was thriving and morale was high, the distant north was gloomy, with a large number of troops mobilized and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

On a certain misty and sparsely populated mountain, among the jungle, there is a staggered display of quaint and elegant buildings, with sandalwood curling and bells ringing.

Qin Mengxuan sat cross-legged in a bamboo house, with a long sword across her knees.

The ethereal but sharp sword intent flowed through her body, circulating between the long swords, echoing each other, blending with each other, and the sword heart was clear.

After a long while, she slowly stopped practicing. Between her eyes, a sword light appeared, with awe-inspiring power, as if it could split the sky and the earth and cut off time and space.

Unfortunately, it disappeared in an instant and no one saw it.

After sitting quietly for a while, she stood up and walked out of the bamboo house.

However, as soon as she stepped out of the small courtyard, she heard a low Buddhist chant.

"Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva! Mengxuan, where are you going?"

Qin Mengxuan raised her eyebrows slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"I have nothing to do, so I want to go down the mountain for a walk."

"No, go back to your room and practice."

"Then I need to see Master. I suddenly remembered that I have something important to report to her."

"The abbot has something to do and has gone down the mountain. If you have anything important to say, please tell me."

"That won't do. Uncle Fanqing, although you are the elder of the nunnery, this matter is too important. I must tell Master in person.

So, I'd better go find Master in person."

After a few breaths of silence, the deep voice sounded again, with a hint of helplessness in the tone.

"Mengxuan, your master told you solemnly before he left that he would never let you go down the mountain, so you should wait obediently and don't make things difficult for your uncle.

Qin Mengxuan sighed.

"Uncle Master, I have already made it very clear about the matter of Jiang Hao of Daxia.

That person has a mysterious origin and a powerful background, so it is really not appropriate to make him an enemy.

If Master insists on doing it, I am afraid it will bring disaster to our Cixin Temple."

The old nun who was hiding somewhere chuckled with a hint of contempt.

"Mengxuan was worrying too much. How could the abbot not know about the situation in Daxia? He must have prepared a foolproof plan when he went down the mountain personally this time.

As a holy place for cultivation, our Cixin Temple is well-received.

As long as we invite a few Tianyuan Realm masters to visit Xia Kingdom, no matter how great Jiang Hao's background is, he will be nothing more than a chicken and a pottery dog.

This world is a world of cultivators after all, the strong are respected, and the weak can only accept the arrangement of fate.

Anyone who dares to challenge the rules of the holy land will not have a good end."

Qin Mengxuan was silent. She wanted to refute the words of her uncle, but suddenly she lost interest.

The mysterious man who was heroic and humorous but always worried about the country and the people appeared in her mind, and a smile appeared unconsciously at the corner of her mouth.

She believed that the man would not be as vulnerable as others thought.

Master is afraid that he will suffer a great loss this time.

But it's better this way.

What Cixin Temple has done in recent years has made her more and more unacceptable.

She hopes that after this failure, the master can recognize himself and lead Cixin Temple in the right direction, and she can also rest assured......

At the same time, the Dajing Dynasty issued a murderous declaration of war. Jiang

Hao of Daxia was accused of several serious crimes, such as treason, invading other countries, killing people, robbing women, and being promiscuous........

There were also people who were sent to massacre the Dajing envoys, to kill the Eighth Prince, and even the murder of the Seventh Prince more than a month ago was brought up.

For a time, the country was in a state of excitement.

How could the arrogant and extravagant Dajing people, who had been the strongest country in Tianjiaoyu for so many years, be bullied by the southern bumpkins?

All the clans in the country, whether scholars, farmers, merchants, or the army, responded actively. It took only two days to gather a 500,000-strong army and marched towards the Huaxi Grassland in the south.

The powerful Beiman, located in the north of the original Dali Dynasty, did not even issue a declaration of war, but 100,000 cavalrymen rolled south and directly broke through the border between the two countries.

Originally, they thought that they could take advantage of the chaos of Dali's surrender to Daxia and fish in troubled waters to plunder, but they did not expect that they would be blocked by a large army not far from the border.

The Northern Barbarian General Bastu was arrogant and did not take the weak chickens in the south seriously at all. He led the team to charge directly.

He wanted to prove the rumor that had been circulating in Tianjiaoyu for a long time that the Northern Barbarians were invincible if they were less than 10,000!

As a result, the howling Northern Barbarians were slaughtered by the Great Xia Army as soon as they met.

Bastu didn't even get a good look at his opponent before he was stabbed to death by the opponent's general with a ferocious mask on his face. He was blown into a bloody mist in the air.

100,000 Lanling soldiers sang a desolate and exciting tune, formed a mysterious and murderous formation, and advanced forward to kill. Rows of Northern Barbarians rushed forward, and in front of the overwhelming formation, they were like birds flying into the mountains. They were either smashed to pieces in an instant, or plunged into the vast mountains of swords and guns and were submerged without a trace.

100,000 cavalrymen were constantly swept in and swallowed up like a whirlwind, and the Northern Barbarians' boast of being invincible was exposed today.