"Old Qin, Old Qin." Zhang Ming's voice was a little urgent: "I'm under siege. Who the hell are these people? Why can't I see them?"
After Qin Yang received his call, his whole body tensed up and he said calmly: "Don't be anxious, tell me your location."
"Thirty miles southwest of Nanyang, I'm really going to die if you don't come here." The movement on Zhang Ming's side was a bit chaotic. While driving crazily, Qin Yang rushed out of the base, got on a motorcycle, and put on his
Put on the communication headset and said: "When did it happen?"
"Just this morning, I woke up and felt a knife on my neck." Zhang Ming said quickly: "Then someone seemed to appear in the void. Anyway, it was very fucking weird."
Qin Yang secretly cursed that he should die all his life. He was too sleepy when he woke up in the morning. He did not pay attention to the sight of the ghost soldiers. Unexpectedly, he was taken advantage of by the ghost soldiers of the other spokespersons. At this time, all of his ghost soldiers were already watching.
Returning to the hell space, they were all waiting for recovery, which made Qin Yang curse and turn the accelerator to the bottom.
"Old Qin, you'd better hurry up." Zhang Ming said anxiously: "If I really want to die later, the most hateful thing is that I still don't know where the enemy is."
"Now, speed up. Don't worry about the traffic restrictions. I will meet you as soon as possible." After Qin Yang finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
More than thirty miles, neither long nor short, the two cars drove opposite each other, and the rendezvous time was much less. About ten minutes later, they met in the suburbs. The weather was sunny, the autumn wind was a bit bleak, and there were no people around. Qin Yang was far away
I saw a Volkswagen driving towards me from afar.
, waved, Zhang Ming hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and taxied in front of Qin Yang. Just as he got off the car, he suddenly saw a big knife grazing his cheek and slashing towards the back, and then there was a clang in his ear,
He was so frightened that he lay on the ground and hurriedly crawled behind Qin Yang.
"What's going on?" Zhang Ming asked fearfully.
Qin Yang stared ahead. Zhang Ming looked along and found an unmanned vehicle approaching and stopped thirty meters directly in front. He swallowed and felt a little unbelievable. Qin Yang felt embarrassed.
He changed and said: "Drive my motorcycle back. No one will bother you on the road. Go back to the base immediately. It's the safest place."
Zhang Ming nodded hurriedly and said, "Be careful."
As he said that, he drove off on his motorcycle. There were ghost soldiers from the spirit world who wanted to follow him, but Qin Yang stopped him abruptly.
"Okay, very good, a small third-level spokesperson." A seventh-level ghost soldier stepped forward with a gloomy tone. It was the same voice that he had heard in South America before. From this, we could know that the spiritual spokesperson had arrived.
The seventh level space is not the sixth level as predicted last time. This puts a lot of pressure on Qin Yang.
"The third-level spokesperson is enough to kill a seventh-level ghost soldier like you." Qin Yang said with a sneer.
"Qin Yang, Ning Ji Nanjia, hahahaha." The spokesperson of the spirit world laughed wildly: "If I had known you were in South America, I should have kept you. Tell me, which necromantic space are you from?"
"Do you believe he is more advanced than you?" Qin Yang sneered: "I'll be waiting for you at the Huaxia Wulin Gate, Huaxia Qinyang."
"Okay, I will be the first to destroy the Wulin sect behind you." The spokesperson of the spirit world sneered. The three ghost soldiers disappeared in a flash. Qin Yang sneered and threw out seven flying knives in his hand, two of which were six-level.
The ghost soldier disappeared into the void without enough time to dodge, while the remaining seventh-level ghost soldier spun in the air, turned around and charged towards him with a sprint.
Qin Yang sneered, and danced his sword with an airtight force to kill him. The sound of jingling bells could not be heard. The spokesperson of the spirit world knew that since his ghost soldiers could not deal with this third-level spokesperson, then the necromantic space behind this spokesperson was indeed stronger than
He was a senior man, so the sword weighing eighty-one kilograms was like a feather in Qin Yang's hands, but in the eyes of his enemies, it was as heavy as Mount Tai. There was a buzzing collision, and a broken blade appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground.
The seventh-level ghost soldier threw away half of the samurai sword in his hand and attacked with his bare hands. However, Qin Yang shook his body and jumped into the air. Countless legs were covered with shadows. The ghost soldier was caught off guard and was thrown away. Before he could land, a treasured sword appeared.
Passed through his throat and then stuck in the ground.
"I will come to you." After the spokesperson of the spirit world finished speaking, the ghost soldier disappeared out of thin air.
Qin Yang put away his sword, got into Zhang Ming's car, and lit a cigarette.
"Is it too early for you to reveal your identity like this? After all, the Holy Alliance will not let you go." The steward asked with some worry.
Qin Yang took a puff of cigarette and said: "Jiletang is only a subordinate organization of the Twelve Organizations. This shows that the level of the spokespersons of the spiritual world is lower than the twelve spokespersons of the Twelve Organizations. If he knows that one is only level three
What will he do in the Necromantic Space? Should he devour it all to himself or share it with others? If it were me, I would definitely choose to annex it to myself. After all, this is an excellent shortcut to improve my own strength."
"So you are sure that the spokesperson of the spirit world will not report this matter?" The steward said: "This is reasonable."
"Moreover, he won't know that I can reach the fourth level of hell at any time. I will wait for him to come, lay a dragnet and swallow him up." Qin Yang said gloomily.
"But how can you deal with him on your own?" the steward asked: "And don't forget, you still have family members. Maybe many people know that offending your family members will lead to death, but do the spokespersons of the spirit world think so?
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"But there is one place in China that he would never dare to go to." Qin Yang sneered.
"You mean Kunlun Fairy Mountain?" Zuo Ci asked.
Qin Yang nodded and said: "According to what Badanek said, another mysterious force in China has been fighting against the Twelve Organizations, which has even prevented the Twelve Organizations from entering China in recent decades. Looking at the entire
As far as China has this qualification, I can only think of Kunlun Fairy Mountain. Twelve ninth-level spokespersons cannot be arrogant in China, so how dare a seventh-level spokesperson?"
"Then how do you deal with the spokesperson of the spirit world?"
"The home battle is arranged now." Qin Yang said with a smile: "But now I have to go to Wulin Gate to watch the excitement."
After making up his mind, Qin Yang took action. He first asked for leave from Qin Yao and Gao Xiaolan who were in Yanjing, and then invited several beauties still in Nanyang to Nanyang City, including Liu Molan, Liu Yan, Wei Xiaoran, Qi Mengwei,
Han Dongxue, and Tao Caijie, who happened to bring Xiaomei with them on vacation, and Cheng Ying came from Hainan.
Tian rushed back and did not intend to go to the Kunlun Fairy Mountain. The few of them met together in a real sense. Of course, Qin Yang didn't have time to explain too much. He just asked Zhang Ming to take them to the Kunlun Fairy Mountain. Perhaps he felt Qin Yang's anxiety.
, they had no intention of questioning him. Of course, they would inevitably interrogate Zhang Ming on the way.