The King of Hell in the Palace of Hell slapped the table: "A mere twelve war kings can get through all the way and kill the generals? Are our war kings in southern Xinjiang all useless?"

What the King of Hell didn't know was that the Twelve War Kings of Mobei were already Gods of War, or even stronger.

It's just that Mobei doesn't confer gods, so the titles of the twelve war gods are still the titles of war kings.

"Reporting back to the King of Hell, those twelve people are indeed unstoppable and overwhelming. If this continues, they will reach southern Xinjiang in a few days!"

"Does this Mobei really think that our southern border has no one left?"

"Hmph, we in Southern Xinjiang are not easy to bully!"

"They only came here for the blood of that little girl. That little girl was discovered by us in southern Xinjiang first. Mobei has no chance of getting a piece of the pie!"

"Whether Southern Xinjiang can rise and unify Daxia depends on this time!"

The other palace kings nodded one after another.

"The King of Hell is right. Ever since the King of Mobei unified Mobei, our southern border has always been controlled by him, and we will never be controlled by him now!"

"Yes, this time, we in Southern Xinjiang will never give in!"

"Aren't the twelve war kings of Mobei powerful? Then we will send twelve war gods there.

"No matter how powerful the King of War is, can he still be stronger than the God of War?"

"Yes, let's show Mobei some color this time. We in Southern Xinjiang are not easy to bully!"

The people in all the palaces in Southern Xinjiang are full of enthusiasm. The day has come for Southern Xinjiang to dominate the world. The opportunity must not be missed, and the little girl must not be given up to Mobei.

Southern Xinjiang quickly dispatched the Twelve Gods of War and led people to intercept the Twelve War Kings of Mobei.

This time, it was not an interception, but a beheading. It was Southern Xinjiang that completely declared war on Mobei.

Southern Xinjiang should use this opportunity to show Mobei some color.

After all, everyone in Mobei was killed at their doorstep.

Half a day later.

"Report, report, report...special urgent report..."

The spies broke into the main hall, and the six palace kings looked at each other one after another. Finally, King Cang asked: "Have the twelve war kings of Mobei been eliminated?" "No!"

"What?"

All the six palace kings stood up.

King Cang continued to shout: "What do those twelve war gods do for food? Go ahead and tell them not to come back if they can't even deal with the twelve little war kings!"

"Report to King Cang, I'm afraid they won't be able to come back!" the spy said.

"Why?"

"Because they are all dead, and the three thousand soldiers and horses they brought were also killed, and no one survived!"

As soon as these words came out, the six palace kings were all shocked.

"How is this possible?"

"Is the War King of Mobei more powerful than our God of War in Southern Xinjiang?"

However, the spy replied: "They are not on the same level!"

hiss!!

The masters of the six halls took a breath of cold air.

But it also goes too far.

Southern Xinjiang is not easy to bully. If the God of War is not good enough, he will send someone stronger.

But at this moment, another spy came to report: "Report... urgent, urgent... eight hundred miles urgent, Beiming's army has crossed the Nanjiang River and marched southward, all the way

Crush it with overwhelming force!"

The Twelve War Kings lead the way.

The army of Beiming was crushing them all the way, which made people in southern Xinjiang panic.

"How many Mobei armies are there!"

"About fifty thousand!"

"You're a bunch of trash. Did fifty thousand scare you into this?"

The evil king shouted: "I have six great palace kings and millions of soldiers in our southern border. Are we afraid of a mere 50,000 Mobei army?"
Chapter completed!