On the boat, the attic was brightly lit, singing and dancing were lightly raised, and in the central hall, a beauty was lying lightly. Around the surroundings, several old men were looking for wine and chatting, so happy.

At this time, a man in black hurriedly ran in, and then he hurriedly knelt on the ground with a thud: "Qi Bing...Qi Bing Princess and the heads of the family."

Seeing the man in black, the smiles on the faces of several old men froze. However, in the central hall, the beauty closed her eyes slightly, with a graceful posture, looked at the panicked man in black calmly, and said softly dissatisfied: "Why are you in a hurry? So panic?"

"We...we are ordered to follow the twelve gods of death to block Han Sanqian, but..."

Hearing this, several old men were already nervous.

But the beauty smiled softly: "Is it a failure?"

"Slave deserves to die." The man in black quickly buried his head deeper, and his whole body became even more fearful and panicked: "Then Han Sanqian is indeed powerful. Even though the Twelve Gods of Death used their secret technique of the Sect,... but he still lost."

"What?" A group of old men were shocked, and some even fell to the ground on the spot.

The Twelve Death Gods in the Desert are almost the supreme beings in the Desert Realm. If the Ice God and Mr. Chai represent gods, then the Twelve Death Gods represent demons and the highest realm.

Especially the rebellious move of the Twelve Death Gods in the Desert is a skill that is almost terrifying in the desert world. Over the years, many innocent people have died tragically under them and have been resentful for life, and even after they have left the underworld, they are still frightened.

That was almost a perverted magical skill.

"Looking back to the time when the twelve gods of death were banned, almost all the masters in the desert world were out, and the fierce battle was almost gone. But even so, the fierce battle also consumed the lives of countless people in the desert world, and with the self-sacrifice of many masters, it was extremely difficult to trap the twelve gods of death." One of the old men shook their heads and said.

And who else can he be besides the head of the Fang family?

Thinking of that battle, Liu Tao, another old man next to Fang Biao, was also in lingering fear. Although he was not qualified to participate in that battle, as the head of the Liu family, how could he not know the record of that battle from the genealogy?!

That was almost an unequal massacre!

Even now, the short-term peace of mind in exchange for the blood of tens of thousands of people and the lives of thousands of masters has an important ancestral teaching in all major families. People in future generations can never have any reason to lift the seal of the Twelve Gods of Death.

And these are enough to show how terrifying and powerful the Twelve Deaths are.

"Even the Twelve Gods of Death have failed. Who is Han Sanqian? What should we do next?" Liu Tao said anxiously.

Even though he was warlike and even hated Han Sanqian to the core, Liu Tao couldn't help but regret it and even more afraid at this time.

Han Sanqian, who can't even deal with the twelve gods of death, has anyone else still has the ability and qualifications to use his power of desolation?!

I'm afraid there will never be any more!

Liu Tao is like this, and why is Fang Biao the same? Compared to Liu Tao, he regrets even more because he has one more bearer than the Liu family, killing Mr. Chai.

Let go of everything and embark on a road of no return, but what you encounter is exactly like such an enemy standing in front of you like a mountain. How can you have any chance of winning?!

Is this unlucky or luck?

Fang Biao was amused and crying.

"Miss Lu, Han Sanqian is not dead like this, this..."

"What should I do?"

"As a rival to such a person, isn't this asking for death?"

"Before he discovered that it was our move, I suggest that we withdraw."

"You are right. If Han Sanqian kills his generals come back, it will be a disaster for us."

Fang Biao and Liu Tao looked embarrassed. On the side, the elders they led or people from other families became even more timid.

After all, the battle in the Desert City and the fact that even the Twelve Desert Gods are now a bit surprising, Han Sanqian's image is completely different from the Desert Gods in their hearts.

Who would think that he had a long life and wanted to go against the god of death?!

The beauty in the center smiled and was so beautiful. Who else could be there except Lu Ruoxin who could be so beautiful?

"If you guys and garbage can deal with him, why should he be Han Sanqian?"

Hearing this, everyone was insulted and confused. Since that's the case, why do you still have to trouble Han Sanqian? A group of people looked at Lu Ruoxin and waited for her answer...
Chapter completed!