Ao Junxie saw the concern in Qing Kuang's eyes and took a deep breath before suppressing the anger in his heart.book
The flow of people was extremely fast, and after five-quarters of an hour, they finally reached the top of the black mountain peak.
The top of the peak appears to be very vast, covering a huge area. There is a huge palace in the center of the peak.
The palace is a hundred feet high, soaring into the sky. The entire palace is filled with rays of light, thousands of auspicious colors, and streams of milky white halo emanating from it. It doesn't look like an evil place at all.
The palace, which looks full of holy atmosphere, and the black mountain peaks are out of place, as if they are two worlds, one is a terrifying hell, and the other is a paradise full of hope and yearning.[
If they hadn't just witnessed those refined spiritual powers and even the corpses being devoured by the blood demon, no one would have thought that it was the residence of the most evil holy king in the evil land.
Qing Kuang glanced around, and around the palace stood eighteen figures wearing white clothes with silver-white cloaks on their backs.
Eighteen figures were like statues, standing motionless on both sides of the palace, with a faint aura of danger exuding from their bodies.
The only difference between them and the white warriors guarding both sides of the mountain is that they have an extra cloak behind them.
The ancient martial arts practitioners in their evil land handed the captives into the hands of countless people in white clothes, and brought them into the palace through the white-clothed warriors. From time to time, the white-clothed warriors would pull out the lifeless corpses.
The four of them followed the other ancient martial arts practitioners from the evil land and stood on the huge square on the right side of the palace.
All the warriors from the evil land who had handed over the prisoners stood on that side, and Qing Kuang recognized Wu Mian among them.
"You guys stop!"
Just as the four of them approached the square, a cold voice without a trace of human emotion sounded.
Qing Kuang's delicate body trembled imperceptibly, stopped in her tracks, and turned around to look behind her.
I saw a warrior in white clothes walking slowly towards him, with a hint of aloofness and arrogance on his indifferent face.
Qing Kuang didn't speak, just looked at each other quietly. At this time, they didn't even know what to call them, so not talking was the best choice.
"The four of you didn't bring back the tribute, you should go over there!" The white-clothed warrior looked at the four people sarcastically, and pointed at the white-clothed warrior who was receiving the prisoners.
The meaning is obvious. Since the four of them cannot bring back tributes, they can only stay and make tributes themselves.
Qing Kuang's mind was spinning, and he seemed to understand a little bit what Wu Mian meant when he said, "Everyone is prey."
That is, if the evil land cannot bring back prey, then they will become prey.
"You..." Ao Junxie's eyes turned cold, and he wanted to take action, but was interrupted by another voice.
"Lord Envoy in White, this is just a misunderstanding. They are my people, but they are just lagging behind. Our tributes are sufficient!" Wumian suddenly appeared, glanced at the four people lightly, and said respectfully to the Envoy in White.
A gift.
"Really!" The white-clothed warrior looked at Wumian carefully, and after scanning the four people in the situation for a few times, he still shook his head, "Forget it, you four losers are indispensable to the Holy King anyway.
, it’s better to keep it and look for tributes!”[
The messenger in white said, turned around and left without looking back.
Looking at that arrogant posture, Aojunxie's lips curved into a strange smile, and his long, white hands kept relaxing and clenching again.