The sky is getting brighter, and the sky in the east has become white, connecting with the blue-grey sky.
The area destroyed by the battlefield reached hundreds of square kilometers. Many of the surrounding mountains were flattened, and collapsed rocks and broken trees were buried together.
A road several kilometers wide was forcibly built next to Lingyunguan Pass, which was once a dangerous pass in Tiandou, making the connection between the north and the south even closer.
"There are quite a few injured people. Everyone has some injuries more or less, and there is one strong person on each side who has fallen."
"The person on our side is an elder from the Haotian Sect. He saw a titled Douluo who attacked the Haotian Sect during the great upheaval of the Haotian Sect in the team of Wuhun Palace. He chased him like crazy and beat him.
He was the one who killed the fallen Titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace, but... he was also trapped in a tight siege and fell."
"As for the others, whether they are on our side or the titled Douluo on the opposite side, although they are jealous when they meet, they are not crazy enough yet. Everyone is worried about the battle on your side. Although the battle is fierce, it has not yet reached the point of being crazy.
To the point of fighting to the death.”
Standing next to Zhao Xuan was Ning Fengzhi. He was originally gentle and looked a little embarrassed at the moment. After experiencing a melee between dozens of titled Douluo, he was very useful as an auxiliary soul master. He was assassinated many times. He was able to
It would be weird if he wasn't embarrassed.
"Has the elder's body been found?"
"Well, Xiaotian Douluo has already gone over to make arrangements, and several other seriously injured titled Douluo have been taken to the rear to recuperate."
"That's good, war..."
Zhao Xuan sighed leisurely, his eyes reflected the crimson morning glow. Today's morning glow seemed to be stained with blood, and looked unusually red.
…
One month later.
"What? Another city has been massacred! Does Wuhun Palace want to risk the disapproval of the world?"
Xue Beng started slapping the table in shock and anger, staring at the guard sweating in front of him with eyes full of anger, and clenching his fists tightly on the table, with blue veins exposed.
The room was eerily quiet for a moment. Although Xue Beng had inherited the throne not long ago, his aura was not something that a small guard could withstand.
After a while, Xue Beng gradually regained his composure, but his face was terrifyingly cold.
"Send it up!"
"yes!"
The guard felt as if he had been granted amnesty and quickly presented the letter in his hand to Xue Beng.
Xue Beng quickly took it, and after scanning the information in the letter, the anger in his chest surged up again.
This is the fourth city. This is the fourth city. The Wuhun Palace is really bullying!
"You, quickly invite Lei Douluo and the Tang Sect Master to come over."
"yes!"
…
Not long after, there were hurried footsteps outside the door. Xue Beng's face suddenly became solemn, he straightened his clothes and stood up to greet him.
"Lei Douluo, the leader of the Tang Sect."
Looking at the two people walking in from the door, Xue Beng looked very respectful. Facing the two people in front of him, he really had nothing to be proud of.
"Why are you calling us here in such a hurry? Don't you know that every minute and every second is important to us now?"
Compared to Tang San, who had a gentle attitude, Zhao Xuan obviously didn't have a good attitude toward this, and his tone was very harsh.
These days, he has gradually reached the bottleneck, and has been groping for his own way forward, looking for his own way to become a god. However, the road to becoming a god is obviously not that easy, otherwise there would not be only such a few people from ancient times to the present.
Achieve the divine status.
However, he has been feeling anxious without any clue for a long time.
Looking at Zhao Xuan who was about to explode like a barrel of explosives, Xue Beng shook his head helplessly and looked at Tang San with a look of help.
Tang San laughed and pulled Zhao Xuan's clothes behind his back.
"Tch, tell me what's going on quickly."
Zhao Xuan found a stool nearby and sat down, raising his eyes slightly to look at Xue Beng.
Xue Beng hurriedly handed the letter he had prepared to Zhao Xuan and Tang San. They each took a few copies and then started reading.
As the words on the letter came into view, the expressions of Zhao Xuan and Tang San gradually changed. The two of them looked at each other and exchanged quick glances at the letters in their hands, then raised their heads and looked at Xue Beng.
"When did this happen?" Zhao Xuan asked.
"The first time was half a month ago, and the latest time was the day before yesterday."
"It's been half a month, four cities! A total of 600,000 lives, Xue Beng, what do you do for food!"
Zhao Xuan looked at Xue Beng and said coldly. The anger that seeped out inadvertently made Xue Beng freeze up. Although he had a noble status, his cultivation level was not very high. Naturally, he could not withstand the mental pressure of a near-god powerhouse.
Soon, a soft energy enveloped Xue Beng, isolating the mental pressure that Zhao Xuan had inadvertently released, and Xue Beng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Tang San looked at Zhao Xuan, frowned and said: "Zhao Xuan, if the situation is not urgent, I don't think Xue Beng will let us out."
The cold look on Zhao Xuan's face gradually faded away. He pinched his eyebrows with a headache and said to Xue Beng, "I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter."
Xue Beng shook his head. He also knew that given the current situation, the one under the greatest pressure was not him, but the two strongest men from the coalition in front of him.
Picking up the letter again and reading it, Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes, and then asked Tang San: "Who do you think did this?"
Tang San carefully studied the letter in his hand, and then slowly spit out a name: "God of Death."
A large amount of strange black energy filled the city, and then everyone died as if they had lost their souls. Apart from the God of Death, he could not think of anyone else who had this ability.
The name Tang San mentioned coincided with what Zhao Xuan was thinking. He sneered: "It seems that the God of Death is really afraid this time and wants to rely on killing to quickly increase his strength, but he dares to attack
A city on the Tiandou side can be considered brave."
"No."
Xue Beng interrupted Zhao Xuan at this time, and he said: "In fact, this kind of information also came from the Xingluo side. In the intervening period, the Tiandou side did not actually suffer any attacks, but a group of people on the Xingluo side
After a strong man took action, that one extended his claws to Tiandou again."
"You mean these are not the only ones who are actually suffering?"
Xue Beng paused for a moment, then sighed: "That's right, if Xing Luo was included, the number of victims might reach one million."
"boom!"
A surging momentum spread from his body, and the whole room was trembling, but this time the angry person was not Zhao Xuan but Tang San.
"Mistress, calm down, calm down."
Zhao Xuan was angry but also a little bit dumbfounded as he patted Tang San's shoulder and comforted me. You can't help it yourself.
Xue Beng was floating like duckweed under this momentum. He looked at the two people in front of him with a forced smile. They both said that being with a king is like being with a tiger. Being with such a strong man is much more dangerous than a tiger.
"By the way, who is the Xingluo powerhouse you are talking about?"
While comforting Tang San, Zhao Xuan also asked.
Xue Beng quickly took out a letter from the desk behind him and handed it to Zhao Xuan and Tang San.
Zhao Xuan took it and found that the beeswax on the envelope had not been opened, but it was written on it that it was personally signed by everyone from Shrek, and it was signed Dai Mubai.
Zhao Xuan looked at Xue Beng, and Xue Beng hurriedly said: "He just arrived, and that strong man is the Xing Luo Prince."
Hearing the words "Prince Xing Luo", Tang San on the side also leaned over to take a look. He opened the beeswax and took out the letter paper. Zhao Xuan and Tang San's expressions gradually became surprised.
"Mubai and Zhuqing also inherited the divine throne?!" A smile appeared on Tang San's slightly cold face.
Zhao Xuan, on the other hand, looked at the letter thoughtfully. So that's it. He didn't expect that the Dai family was the direct descendant of the God of War lineage, and that the Saint Ancestor who had been influenced by the Dai family turned out to be the incarnation of the God of War's martial spirit!
Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. This way, Mubai and Zhuqing no longer had to worry. The trouble was still in the Tiandou Empire.
"How did you handle that matter?"
Zhao Xuan turned to Xue Beng and asked. Xue Beng's face seemed a little dull, as if he was immersed in some shocking news. Hearing this, he quickly reacted and said: "I have sent many titled Douluo, but none of them...
I have found the trace of that person, so I have no choice but to ask the two of you to come out."
Zhao Xuan nodded, understanding Xue Beng, and asked Tang San again: "Xiao San, what do you think?"
Unexpectedly, Tang San actually hesitated, paused and said, "Zhao Xuan, actually..."