At the Goddess Peak, everyone looked at the avalanche craze that was rolling down the mountain, and their faces changed wildly.∮Amazed for the natural power that fell from the sky and destroyed the world.

Mu Yuanying, who was guarding the central camp, looked solemn: "Absolutely an avalanche? But so many masters were fighting on it that it was nothing. With their skills, this avalanche should not be able to kill them. I just hope that the Holy Son of Yanmo would escape because of this."

"The whole camp is on guard! Ignite! Draw the sword! Be ready to face the enemy at any time!"

With Mu Yuanying's order, all the soldiers around him moved. The entire camp was like a killing machine, which had collapsed tightly. He pulled the bow and was ready to tear the enemy in front of him into pieces at any time.

But after waiting for more than two hours, no enemy appeared. Just when Mu Yuanying thought something was wrong, several figures slowly walked over in the wind and snow.

The leader was Zhao Xingzhou who was riding on the Demon Qilin horse, but at this time he was not as energetic as he went up the mountain. Not only did he lose his helmet because of Zuo Zhicheng's slap, but he also lost the silver god of death, and the armor on his body was also thrown away in the avalanche.

One of his arms was also lowered, and his five fingers were completely deformed, looking green and purple, like five big radishes. This was the result of being swept by Zuo Zhicheng with one punch.

And his cheeks, Mu Yuanying vaguely felt that half of the other person's face seemed to be a little deformed.

In front of him, Wei Yangyan lay on the horse's back, looking covered in blood, and had completely fainted. This was a side effect of his previous potential for explosion, and his entire body had already suffered a large area of ​​muscle strain and he was exhausted.

As for the demon Qilin Horse under the two of them, they were also listless at this time. They lowered their heads and seemed to have tried all their strength without taking a single step. He was kicked away by Zuo Zhicheng before, and his body was injured. Many scales on his body fell, looking like a hair-lost chicken.

Behind them was Ye Junxi, who was limping and slowly walking with Qing Yueyang's support. He had suffered internal injuries in the battle with the Holy Son of Yanmo. Later, in a short battle with Zuo Zhicheng, he was even more shocked by the opponent's Yanmo's golden body, which hurt his internal organs.

But what bothered him the most was what to do if he had a "confrontation" with Zuo Zhicheng two months later.

The only one who looked unharmed was probably Qing Yueyang who was holding Ye Junxi. And unlike the dark expressions of the other three, there was a faint smile in his eyes.

Mu Yuanying led the soldiers' sect to meet him and asked, "General Zhao. What's the situation? Is the Holy Son of Yama dead or alive?"

Zhao Xingzhou looked at Mu Yuanying coldly, and without saying anything, he walked directly to the camp. His face looked even more ugly, like a wounded lone wolf, giving people a dangerous aura.

Although he is controlled by the boundless cycle of the Holy Son of Yama, he can feel everything he does when the other party controls him.

Although he knew that Zuo Zhicheng defeated the Holy Son of Yanmo to save them, the burning feeling on his face still made him feel as uncomfortable as a thorn in his heart. With Zhao Xingzhou's pride, how could he allow others to slap him casually? Especially when he thought that the other party's request for advice was rejected by him before, he felt even more embarrassed.

‘Zuo Zhicheng…I remember you.’

Mu Yuanying took a strange look, then walked towards Ye Junxi and Qing Yueyang and asked, "What's going on?"

Ye Junxi glanced at him and said coldly: "The Holy Son of Yanmo has been captured."

"Are you captured? Who?" Mu Yuanying looked up and looked around. He could not see the existence of the Holy Son of Yama: "There are others going up the mountain? Who? Who captured the Holy Son of Yama?"

"Zuo Zhicheng." Ye Junxi sighed in a moaning tone. After saying that, he ignored Mu Yuanying's surprise and limped into the camp alone.

Mu Yuanying murmured, "Zuo Zhicheng?" He seemed to have just reacted now, and looked at Qing Yueyang in front of him and said in shock: ""Snake King?! Where did he take the Holy Son of Yanmo?"

"I don't know either." Qing Yueyang shook his head: "After the avalanche, we didn't see where he went, but he was definitely not dead." Qing Yueyang's tone was full of sincere confidence.

Half an hour later, Huntian Demon and Qing Yueying also rushed to the central camp. As soon as they received the news that Zhao Xingzhou was back, they rushed over, but they didn't know the specific situation.

...

Qing Yueying followed the Huntian Demon into the camp. As soon as she came in, she saw Zhao Xingzhou sitting in the main seat with a tiger's eyes as if he was a illusion. He always felt a trace of gloom that had not been before on the other party's brow.

And his entire palm was bandaged, obviously suffering serious injuries.

On the other side were pale Ye Junxi, Mu Yuanying and Qing Yueyang. As for Wei Yangyan, he was still under treatment because of his serious injuries.

As soon as Zhao Xingzhou saw Qing Yueying coming in, he asked in a cold voice: "Qing Yueying? Where is Zuo Zhicheng? He didn't return to the camp?"

A hint of unnatural flashed across Qing Yueying's face. She thought she had discovered Zuo Zhicheng's disappearance and explained: "General Zhao, I'm sorry. This kid left his post without permission, probably following you up the mountain.

I had advised him not to overestimate his abilities, but he didn't expect that he would follow him secretly. He didn't come back this time, maybe he had died on the snow-capped mountain..."

However, Qing Yueying is an old man after all. As he talks, he seems to feel something is wrong. In his eyes, the corners of Qing Yueying's mouth faintly emit a smile, and Zhao Xingzhou's eyes on the main seat are shining with cold light.

Qing Yueying's words were like slapping him in the face in person. He could not blame the other party, so he could only grit his teeth and said, "He is overestimating his abilities, he is very powerful. Now he is probably already grasping the Holy Son of Yanmo and asking about the other party's martial arts secrets and experience in practicing emptiness.

However, the Hell Gate was defeated by our seven major forces together, so it is impossible to give him all the inheritance alone. Zuo Zhicheng is from your Shadow Corps, let’s see what to do.”

Seeing that Qing Yueying was still a little unresponsive, Qing Yueyang coughed and said, "When we arrived, the Holy Son of Yama had reached the realm of training. General Zhao had the Nine Sons of God, but he still couldn't suppress the other party. Fortunately, Azuo arrived and defeated the Holy Son of Yama."

When she said this, Qing Yueyang slowly said: "I see that after the battle between Azuo and the Holy Son of Yanmo, they were seriously injured. Now they may be trapped on the mountain because of the avalanche. I think we should search the mountain immediately and find the traces of him and the Holy Son of Yanmo."

Zhao Xingzhou sneered a few times, looked at Xiao Wu who was stunned by the news and said, "Why are you still standing there? Organize a team to search for mountains. If you want to see people in life, you want to see corpses when you die." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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