The biting cold wind blew over the wasteland, and the heavy snow that had stopped for a few days, accompanied by the pale red sun rising from the horizon, once again drifted between the sky and the earth.
Outside the northwest city, on the wasteland, at this moment, there was a deathly silence.
Horror, horror, shock, disbelief...
Under the huge shock, not to mention the ordinary warriors, even Taoist Yunni stood stunned on the spot and almost crushed the fly whisk.
"How can it be?!"
In the wind, Taoist Yunni was a little messy and couldn't believe it.
That's the old monster from Montenegro!
Standing at the top of the world, regardless of the past three thousand years, it can be ranked among the top existences!
How could such an unparalleled evil man fall into the hands of a junior who is neither a Shidu nor a Martial Saint, even if he had a single thought and suffered heavy losses in two battles?
what is this?
The shallow water drowned the real dragon, and the breeze blew down the giant mountain?!
Why?
This makes absolutely no sense!!
He was shocked, but Zhao Xuanyi was horrified. In the cold wind, he felt sweat on his forehead, and he was extremely frightened.
The old demon from Montenegro has fallen...
On the snowy field, Qin Lihu, Zhao Kun, and Xie Qi all lost their voices in shock. For a moment, their eyes went blank in shock.
They had witnessed two martial arts wars outside the city.
In their eyes, this old Black Mountain demon is already invincible and invincible, but...
"He actually, actually..."
The big gun, as thick as a goose egg, made a rattling sound when pinched. Qin Lihu could not describe the shock in his heart.
He was only a hair away from the profound entrance. How could he not understand the difference between the Grand Master and the Martial Saint?
He never dreamed that Yang Yu, whom he had denounced as a "temporary bloody hero," would actually kill the world-famous Black Mountain old demon!
Knowing that you are outmatched and dying, or being brave for a moment, but having a chance to fight, and finally winning the battle, this is bravery!
To this day, he still feels that Yang Yu is a rebellious person, but such a person cannot help but make him admire him.
After the dead silence, there was an uproar.
Looking at the dust blown away by the wind, the city wall was boiling. The old Black Mountain demon's meditation for many days gave them unparalleled pressure.
The greater the oppression before, the louder the cry is now.
"How can this be……"
Amid the commotion, Li Daoren was stunned and could not recover for a long time.
He couldn't believe it, and couldn't believe what he saw...
Among the people, only the big boss was simple-minded. Looking at the upper sign in his palm, he felt that the accuracy of his hexagrams was the best in the world.
Among the fortune tellers and fortune telling masters in this world, who can be considered a martial sage?
he can!
After feeling a huge sense of satisfaction, another thought came to his mind: "I made the right bet..."
rustle~
Cold, hard particles slipped from the fingertips.
In the cold wind, Yang Yu felt desolate in his heart. There was no joy of defeating the enemy, no satisfaction of revenge, only an indelible sadness.
Under the tunnel, he even saw the fate of the old demon before he died, but he did not detect the slightest aura of the True Word Taoist here...
"Real person..."
Yang Yu lowered his eyes in silence, and various lights and shadows appeared in his eyes.
[Seventh Generation Black Mountain Old Demon]
[Fate: Seven Kills (disabled)]
[Fate number: five purple, two gold, and two gray]
[One soul has seven points (Dan Zi), seven kills lead to fate (Dan Zi), one country’s protector god (Dan Zi), eight generations of fighting immortals (Dan Zi),
The pinnacle of martial arts (Dan Zi), the prosperous martial arts (Dan Gold), the seven emotions in the desert (Dan Gold), the innate Taoist seed (Dan Gold), the lonely star of the evil spirits (Grey), the lonely body (Grey)]
[Status: Seriously injured]
【Shouyuan:0/210】
"One soul seven points..."
Yang Yu's heart condensed.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of Tongyou's promotion, in the state of harmony between man and nature, he finally caught a glimpse of the flaw in the old demon of Black Mountain.
After the mysterious entrance is opened, the warrior's three elements of essence, energy, and spirit are unified, and their energy, spirit, intention, and momentum become more and more harmonious.
However, that was not the case for the old demon. His soul color had lost its harmony, but he did not know whether it was because of his own shortcomings or because the man of the truth had damaged his roots.
But according to Yang Yu's guess, it should be the latter.
As his mind turned, he looked at one of the destiny numbers:
[Eighth Life Fighting Immortals, Yu Nei Qi Zhen: Holding this object, you can find great luck to possess the body and seize the body, one soul can be divided into eight parts and the Qi numbers will be superimposed, the eight lives will be unified, and you can defeat the immortals if you reverse it]
[Current progress: 7/8]
"Eighth World Fighting Immortal..."
Yang Prison murmured in his heart.
Thinking of the strong malice he noticed when Tongyou was promoted, as well as the Seven Kills and the Army-breaking Dao Fruit that fell into his hands, he had a clear understanding in his heart.
This old demon really came after me...
"master……"
Among the remaining pages of the book of the underworld, the ghost baby let out a mournful cry.
He was originally a ghost, and for him, his body had no eternity except for walking out of the fantasy world of immortals and demons. However, his sudden death was still as painful and sad as if he had died once.
And this is what An Dao people have endured for most of the situation...
Between life and death, there is great terror. This kind of terror originates from the depths of the soul. Even if you die several times, you cannot get used to it.
"Thanks."
Yang Prison replied in his heart.
Without the Judge's Pen, he could not control the remaining pages of the Hades Book as he wished, exchanging lives for lives, which also had huge limitations.
But that old demon has already been a martial saint for many years, with a lifespan of nearly three decades.
With Gui Ying, An Daoren, and most of his own life span, he was finally killed...
This price is not small.
However, there are no martial saints in this world who can threaten the old demon of Black Mountain, and there are almost no great masters.
The remaining pages of the Hades Book have such power, which is enough to shake the world.
"Thanks……"
In the remaining pages of the Ming Book, the ghost baby's voice was a little panicked and frightening. He never thought that this great master would thank him.
No need to go back if you are busy.
"How much life do I have left?"
Yang Yu asked.
He was very calm in his heart. In fact, after practicing martial arts to his current level, he already had extremely strong control over himself, and his ability to sense his own life span was also very different.
But compared to the remaining pages of the Hades Book, they are naturally much more molded.
"Also, there's more..."
Guiying's voice was a little astringent, but he still responded tremblingly:
"Twenty-eight years, four months, twenty-one days..."
"Nearly thirty years?"
Yang Yu nodded, it was very different from what he had guessed, and it was much better than expected.
"Master Kuixing, don't worry! We ghosts and gods in the Yin department don't need any Yang life, Yin life is much longer than Yang life!"
The ghost baby comforted her carefully.
"My yang life is not over yet, what yin life do I need?"
Yang Yu responded casually and stopped responding to the brat.
There are naturally many reasons why he dared to come this time, and the Five Zang Guan recipe must be one of them.
The first node of this recipe is only one step away from being completed. By then, Yang Shou will no longer be a constraint. On the contrary, it will become one of his most powerful means.
This old demon's cultivation is more than ten times better than his now, but he may not be able to bear a ginseng fruit...
The older it is, the shorter its lifespan will be!
"call!"
He gathered his thoughts and then raised his eyes. In the northwest city in the wind and snow, a large number of people came in a mighty manner. Farther away, Taoist Yunni stood with his hands down.
"It can't be controlled, it can't be controlled..."
Taoist Yunni sighed in his heart.
Of course he knew what kind of methods Yang Yu used, but he had to admit that this sect god was too tyrannical and terrifying.
Even though the white hair on his head showed that this magical power had great consequences, the fear in his heart was so strong that it could not be increased.
Such means...
"well……"
As if feeling Yang Yu's gaze, he bowed his hands, turned around and left, and soon exited the land of a hundred miles.
Ignoring Taoist Yunni's presence or absence, Yang Yu stretched out his hand, and with a long hiss from the dragon horse, Qin Si with reddish eyes turned over and hurriedly stepped forward.
"Brother Yang, you, you..."
Finally, looking at Yang Yu's silver hair, she couldn't help but shed tears.
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way."
Yang Yu put his arms around the beauty and let her heal his wounds.
A heart finally calmed down.
…
…
The fierce cold wind comes from the north, and the closer to the north, the colder it becomes.
Longyuan Road is white and frozen for thousands of miles. Outside the city, there are almost no people inhabited. However, compared with the outside of the pass, it is far inferior.
The biting wind is getting colder and colder on the plains outside the Great Wall with few mountains.
On the vast grassland, except for the vast expanse of white, there is almost no color. Only under the Changbai mountain, there are wisps of smoke.
The Sirius Dynasty is located in an extremely cold land with few mountains and rivers.
Therefore, those huge mountains that can block the cold current have been named gods and saints over the long years.
Black Mountain, and even the eight sacred mountains where the eight major tribes of Sirius are stationed, are also called the Eight Divine Mountains of Sirius.
Whoosh!
In the biting cold wind, even the most cold-resistant bears have to hide in caves.
But on the edge of the mountain cliff where the wind and snow are the strongest and the coldest, there are thirteen teenagers practicing martial arts here.
Wearing biting cold armor and stomachs, they practiced martial arts on the coldest and most dangerous cliffs. Their bodies were not tall and burly, but their eyes seemed to be burning with flames.
call!
After a long time, the leading young man stopped.
Under the red armor and stomach was Haqi, the tallest and the head of the thirteen people. When he raised his hand, everyone stopped.
"Yesterday, thousands of Yanyi tribe's cattle and sheep were frozen to death! Today, there will be thousands of cattle, and the day after tomorrow, there will be 10,000!"
After practicing martial arts for several years, Haqi’s voice was very loud:
"Without the cattle and sheep, the Yanyi tribe can't survive, and we can't survive either! Everyone will die, everyone will die!"
silence.
Pairs of blazing eyes were staring at Haqi, waiting for his order.
Haqi shouted and asked:
"How are we going to survive?"
"Go south!"
"Go south!"
"Go south!"
There was a sound of friction between the armor and the stomach, and the twelve people raised their swords in unison, shouting at the top of their lungs.
"However, we alone cannot go south at all."
Haqi raised his hand to stop everyone's shouting. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle:
"The Ming people are weak and incompetent, but they have too many people, too many bows and arrows, and too many cities! We want to go south,
We must call on all tribes, all ethnic groups, and even the entire royal court!"
The originally high-pitched emotions fell silent.
None of the fourteen people present, including Haqi, was from a noble family, and no one knew the important figures in the royal court.
They only have thirteen pairs of armor.
"Are you afraid?"
Ha Qi glanced at everyone coldly and spoke again without waiting for their reply:
"Look!"
He pulled out the long knife from his waist and pointed it at the top of the mountains, which was much higher than here. It was covered with clouds and mist, and was filled with wind, snow and ice.
Faintly, there is a mysterious black palace, rising and falling in it.
There is……
Haqi straightened his back, his eyes burning like fire: