On the ship, the lights were brightly lit in the attic, and singing and dancing were going on. In the central hall, a beauty was lying softly, and around, several old men were drinking and talking, so happy.
At this time, a man in black hurriedly ran in, and then hurriedly knelt on the ground with a thud: "Qi... Princess Qi and all the heads of the family."
Seeing the man in black, the smiles on the faces of the old men suddenly froze. On the other hand, the beauty in the central hall closed her eyes and opened her eyes slightly, with an elegant posture. She glanced at the panicked man in black and said softly with dissatisfaction: " Why are you in such a hurry? Are you in such a panic?"
"We...we were ordered to follow the Twelve Death Gods to stop Han Sanqian, but..."
Hearing this, several old men already looked nervous.
The beautiful woman, on the other hand, smiled softly: "It failed, right?"
"This slave deserves to die." The man in black quickly buried his head deeper, and his whole body became more frightened and panicked: "That Han Sanqian is indeed powerful, even if the twelve gods of death used their secret techniques, but... But we were still defeated."
"What?" A group of old men were suddenly shocked, and some even dropped their wine glasses on the spot.
The Twelve Gods of Death in the Desert are almost the supreme existence in the desert world. If the Ice God and Mr. Chai represent gods, then the Twelve Gods of Death represent demons, and they are the highest form.
Especially the reversal of the move by the Twelve Death Gods in the Desert is a stunt that is almost frightening to people in the desert world. Over the years, many innocent people have died tragically under it and have resented it for the rest of their lives. They are still terrified even after going to the underworld.
It was almost a perverted magical skill.
"Thinking back to those days, when the twelve gods of death were banned, almost all the masters in the desert world came out, and the fierce battle was almost without light. But even so, the fierce battle also cost 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 his head and said.
And besides Fang Biao, the head of the Fang family, who else could he be?
Thinking of that battle, Liu Tao, another old man next to Fang Biao, also had lingering fears. Although he was not qualified to participate in that battle, as the head of the Liu family, how could he not know the records of that battle from the family tree? ?!
It was an almost unequal massacre!
The short-term peace that was exchanged for the blood of tens of thousands of people and the lives of thousands of masters, even now, there is an important ancestral precept among all the major families. The descendants of the descendants must not lift the restrictions on the twelve for any reason. Death's seal.
And these are enough to show how terrifying and powerful the twelve gods of death are.
"Even the Twelve Death Gods have been lost. Who is this Han Sanqian? What should we do next?" Liu Tao asked anxiously.
Even though he was warlike and hated Han Sanqian deeply, at this moment, Liu Tao couldn't help but feel a little regretful and even a little scared.
Even the Twelve Gods of Death can't deal with Han Sanqian. With his power in the desert, who else has the ability and qualifications?!
I'm afraid never again!
Liu Tao was like this, so why wasn't Fang Biao like this? Compared to Liu Tao, he regretted it even more, because he was guilty of killing Mr. Chai more than the Liu family.
Let go of everything and embark on a path of no return, only to encounter such an enemy standing in front of you like a mountain. How can you have any chance of winning?!
Is this bad luck or luck?
Fang Biao couldn't laugh or cry.
"Miss Lu, Han Sanqian won't die like this, this..."
"What should I do?"
"Being an opponent with such a person is... isn't this looking for death?"
"Before he finds out that it was us who did it, I suggest that we withdraw."
"That's right. If Han's three thousand killer generals come back, it will be a disaster for us."
Fang Biao and Liu Tao looked embarrassed. On the side, the elders and other family members they led became even more timid.
After all, the battle in the desert city and the fact that even the Twelve Gods of Death in the Desert were so bad now made Han Sanqian's image completely the same as the God of Death in their hearts.
Who would think that their long life would lead them to fight against the God of Death?!
The beauty in the center has a charming smile. Besides Lu Ruoxin, who else can have such stunning beauty?
"If you trash and rubbish can deal with him, why is he Han Sanqian?"
Hearing this, everyone felt insulted and at the same time extremely confused. If that was the case, why would they bother Han Sanqian? A group of people looked at Lu Ruoxin eagerly, waiting for her answer...
