Chapter 553, the surging of the Quartet Heroes (12:05)
India! A quiet mountain temple deep in the dense forest in the center of the Deccan Plateau.
Yin Yang Cao lowered her head and closed her eyes, and found herself in the "ancient tomb forest" of the temple.
Wearing a gorgeous and wide colorful robe, with a long standing hat on his head, his face is like a jade, his lips are as red as blood, he is as handsome as a young man, and as quiet as a virgin. He is a saint in the hearts of Indian Buddhists and a venerable person enshrined in major temples.
He is a god revered by both the light and dark worlds of the country. He is also the most orthodox descendant of the Jiangtou clan and the source of faith among ascetics.
He is the Yin Yang Grass, the King of the Black List, and the most vicious and terrifying villain in the world!
It is the most pinnacle existence in this country.
Yin Yang Cao spread his hands around each other, covered by his neat robes, and his waist was slightly bent. Facing more than a hundred ancient tombs and the surrounding stone tablets, Yin Yang Cao had maintained this posture for half a day, as if he was calm, like meditating, or in a state of silence.
What are you praying for, what are you mourning for?
"Saint." The old voice sounded faintly, breaking the tranquility of the cemetery.
I don't know when, deep in the tomb behind Yin Yang Grass, an old man wearing linen clothes, short and skinny, as old as a withered bone stood there. At a rough look, he looked like a beggar, down and out, shabby.
Yin Yang Cao did not respond and continued his silence and prayer.
The old man lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Since the EO headquarters responded that day, the Black Bear Brigade accepted the order and went down into Outer Mongolia yesterday, and then lost its trace; news came from Africa about the recent activities of the Holy Mercenary Group
Frequently, the 'Sand Waterfall' special forces began to assemble. In view of this 'battle post' incident, intelligence speculated that Konkze planned to get involved in this situation in Outer Mongolia; the Russian side revealed that Yevgeny, the boss of Tomahawk, known as the evil monster, was planning to get involved in Outer Mongolia.
Showing great interest, large groups of troops began to gather, but their intentions were unclear; in Europe, Revolver and Red Journey began to make frequent public appearances after years of silence. The specific actions are unknown. Whether they intend to participate in the Outer Mongolia incident cannot be ascertained for the time being.
In addition...there are signs of a resurgence in the European temple. The surviving Cardinal Kumbu announced that he would take over the position of the temple master and reorganized many units such as the Judgment Office and the Temple Guard.
The situation in Outer Mongolia is turbulent. Many low-key forces have become active due to the appearance of the bloody war post. There are as many as nineteen people who have shown interest, including as many as six from the royal family. It can be regarded as... attracting worldwide attention!
Di Cheng, Yuwen Huangxue, and Sa Ding once again topped the world charts."
"Is there any news about Burial Sand?" Yin Yangcao opened his eyes and stood up slowly. He did not ask about the situation of the various forces in detail, but instead mentioned the mysterious emperor.
"According to your instructions, nineteen monks entered the Gobi desert together. After that, they... disappeared and no news was sent back. Later, they sent people to investigate, but they never came back. As expected, they were killed in action."
"So...he is still in the African desert..."
"That's how it should be."
"How are you preparing?"
"Nine ascetic monks, nine head-offending masters, elites selected from various places. They are already waiting outside the temple. This time they go deep into the no-man's land of Outer Mongolia, and we will be your guardians."
The Yin Yang Grass raised its head slightly, peered through the dense branches and leaves, and stared at the dim sunset: "It's getting late, you guys, let's go."
The old man raised his withered eyelids: "What about you?"
Yin-Yang Grass did not answer, but moved forward slowly, wandering among the messy tombs, and gradually disappeared from sight.
The old man bowed his head and saluted: "Be careful on the road, saint, we are waiting for you in Outer Mongolia."
The thing that Yin Yang Grass is most uncomfortable with is the excitement and tediousness. It has always been alone, doing what it wants to do in its own world and in its own way.
If the trip to Outer Mongolia wasn't full of dangers, he wouldn't have brought his 'servants' with him. Even so... Yin Yang Cao didn't want anyone to follow him, but chose to go alone.
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In the southeastern part of the border with Outer Mongolia, three men and women were walking deep in the vast grassland, wearing loose sportswear and carrying large travel packages, like hiking explorers.
The person in the middle is tall and tall, with long golden hair, strong and fierce, and fierce eyes; the woman on the left is tall, with short brown hair, sexy appearance, and heroic face, but her expression is cold; the boy on the right is thin
He is strong and strong, chewing dry grass in his mouth out of boredom, his expression is a bit lazy, but also a bit proud.
Two men and one woman, they look like travelers, but they have unusually sharp eyes, satellite signal receivers in their ears, a dagger that appears and disappear in the trouser leg, and a gun that pops out of the travel backpack.
The muzzles of their guns all show that their origins are extraordinary.
Beep!!
A faint sound rang out from the satellite signal in their ears. The three of them stopped at the same time, turned the buttons on the receiver, and searched for frequency signals.
soon……
The strong man in the middle hummed: "Purple Lightning Holder, codenamed 'Leiyun', the signal is confirmed and can be transmitted."
The boy on the right lazily said: "The holder of golden lightning, codenamed 'Snake', the signal is confirmed and can be transmitted."
The girl on the left said coldly: "The holder of golden lightning, codenamed 'Eel', the signal is confirmed and can be transmitted."
After adjusting the received frequency signals in sequence, a large number of voice messages came from the receiver and were clearly transmitted to their ears.
"There are so many people here. It seems that we have caught up with a grand event. The storm outside Mongolia... haha... attracting the world's attention..." After hearing the message, the corners of the young man's mouth curled up, and his lazy eyes finally shined.
"Our mission is to find Tianmen Base and investigate the cause of 'Eagle''s death." The girl said coldly, picked up her backpack and continued walking forward.
The young man raised his voice and said: "The boss's order just now is very clear. In view of the excitement of this Outer Mongolia situation, we can play freely and enjoy it to our heart's content. There is no longer a time limit for returning."
"The premise is that the cause of the matter can be found out! After the mission is completed, if you are willing to stay, it is absolutely fine, but unfortunately, I have no interest in the situation in Outer Mongolia."
"You..." The young man looked concerned and quickly caught up with the girl. "The boss asked us to act in unison and we must go back together. You will go back immediately after you finish. What about us?"
"in spite of."
"No matter what? That's easy to say, you have to be responsible for me!
"Get out!" The girl spat out one word coldly.
"Yeah? What? Do you dare to repeat it again? Be careful, I will **** you."
The girl's footsteps suddenly stopped, her expression suddenly turned cold. The dagger on her cuff immediately slipped into her hand. She bent her arm and raised her right hand. The sharp edge instantly bypassed the young man and touched the back of his neck and spine. She didn't even look at it.
He glanced at the front with an expressionless face, and his voice was as cold as the ice shards shaking off the eaves: "I'll give you a chance and allow you to repeat what I said just now."
Clean and crisp, instantaneous strike.
The expression on the young man's face had not yet faded away, and the coolness of the blade on the back of his neck made him shut his mouth obediently.
'Thunder Cloud' walked past them: "The storm in Outer Mongolia will gradually escalate. Heroes from all sides will gather on the grassland. No one can predict how far things will develop. Tianmen Base is heavily guarded, and Di Cheng and others are famous
It’s so crazy that it’s a blessing to be able to complete the mission.”
"Brother Lei, that's what I like about you, you're so humble." The young man first apologized to the girl with a smile, signaled that he would not talk too much, and quickly followed Lei Yun: "Is it that exaggerated?"
"Of course." Lei Yun spat out two words dryly.
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Outer Mongolia! Laksh tribe!
"Tianmen has issued a battle notice. No matter how the forces on all sides react, the no-man's land is destined to fall into turmoil, unprecedented turmoil. As the master of Outer Mongolia, it is time for us to prepare a program to welcome the guests." Timur sat on the king's chair.
, the majestic voice echoed in the gorgeous royal tent.
"We are willing to sacrifice our blood and heads to protect the Laksh tribe." Morigen and others hit their chests with their right hands, and the sound should be.
"The no-man's land has been silent for a hundred years, and finally ushered in its moment of glory, attracting worldwide attention! Warriors of Laksh, raise your scimitars, mount your horses, we... fight for glory!" Posted
Mu'er's eyes were hot, his voice was like a bell, and a stream of blood surged in his chest.
"Follow the leader to the death!" Looking up, their eyes were fiery and their expressions were excited. Facing Timur's bewildering words, these grassland warriors were full of passion.
"This war turmoil is not just about our Laksh tribe, but the survival of the entire tribal alliance." Timur's expression perked up, and his voice suddenly rose: "In my name, Timur, I would like to express my gratitude to the five major tribes.
Send a summons, bring the war horses, lead the people, move the whole clan, and gather in the central prairie. The alliance has been scattered for too long, it is time to reintegrate!!"
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