"Jiang Ye, you are too presumptuous."

Lu Lan looked down at the woman sitting on the chair like a cynical second generation ancestor, gently closing her eyebrows, her expression and eyes became colder.

"In this place, the military power cannot be provoked. How can you be so arrogant and blaspheme the soul of the prayer mountain? The existence of the Imperial Army Division was established by the only remaining subordinates of the Ghost Emperor and the Sword Emperor after the Void War 90,000 years ago, after the Lingtian Continent lost the sun and gained light again, so that the remaining warmth can still protect the continent, you..."

"You're very noisy."

Chu Yue interrupted Lu Lan's arrogant long speech, and changed her elegantly overlapping legs to a comfortable position.

Then, his white and tender palms swung lightly in the air.

A jar of Yunxiao wine immediately appeared in the palm of your hand, and even the person with an ugly face and smelly face started to drink.

"Ye—Chu—Yue!"

Every word popped out of Ye Yang's throat with a strong smell of gunpowder.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, facing upwards, and the mysterious light power surged, and he needed to condense sharp weapons.

At this moment, Chu Yue shrugged her shoulders and shook her head and sighed, took out a pitiful wine glass from the storage bag, filled a lot of Yunxiao wine and placed it in Ye Yang's palm, and took away Ye Yang's storage bag, "This is even half the money for the wine."

The weapon that Ye Yang had not yet come out was stuffed back and stared blankly at the glass of wine in his palm.

I was speechless so much that my temples were beating like a drum.

How could the Imperial Army be blasphemed by such an unreliable person?

That is the Imperial Army Division he vowed to protect!

What no one noticed was that Chu Yue quietly took away an ancient medal from Ye Yang's shoulder.

And this is the remaining money for drinks.

Chu Yue raised her head and drank a few sips of wine, pretending to be drunk and slightly drunk, got up and showed a little bit of wine, walked out of the Ghost Killing Tower Command.

"I'm gonna be dead drunk."

Chen Huihuang, who was bandaged into a mummy and insisted on attending the command center meeting, spitted at Chu Yue's back.

Chu Yue found a windowsill outside the corridor with a circular staircase and jumped down.

The figure sank into the night like a ghost.

I soon arrived at the edge of Qibiao Mountain.

She concealed her breath and took out Ye Yang's ancestor medal.

There are too many unstable factors in the gods and demons’ eyes.

Perhaps, with the Blood-Crying Medal passed down from the Imperial Army, Chu Yue might be able to see it clearly.

"Is this really useful?" Xuanyuan Xiu half-believed and half-doubted.

"It's a must-try."

Chu Yue held Yunxiao wine in one hand and the blood-crying medal in the other, and her eyes were covered with sadness.

In her memory, there was a reserve army.

When she gave the surname "Ye", the soldiers of this army were all happy as if they were celebrating the New Year.

What's more, he arrogantly wrote the word "ye" in black with red cloth and slanted, and tied it to his forehead to sway across the market.

It's really...

More childish than children.

Chu Yue put away his thoughts and diverted the Shennong power in his body into two separate channels.

They were respectively given the Blood-Crying Medal and the God-Demon Eyes.

She sat cross-legged, her eyes closed.

After brewing for a while, it suddenly opened the strange and beautiful eyes of gods and demons and looked into the depths of Qifu Mountain.

She watched it over and over again.

The bleak wind blows through the lonely mountains.

There is no Imperial Army.

There are only white bones all over the ground.

The moonlight shines on the white bones, desolate and desolate.

There are only a few ice coffins exposed to the starry sky, and there are still intact people sealed.

Chu Yue could see that the person in the ice coffin had a golden red light that symbolized the gods and demons in his pupils.

"Bang!"

At that moment, the Yunxiao wine jar rolled to the ground.

The blood in Chu Yue's body was cold.

Where can there be an Imperial Army in the world?

It's just an empty dream of the generals in the world.

There is no blessing mountain, it’s just... the place where Li Liancheng, Jixia Academy, used to do experiments on gods and demons.

There is no military soul here, only those who were killed.

"Li Liancheng!"
Chapter completed!