Southwest region, Zhuge family.

Mr. Zhuge looked sadly at the "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts" on the altar.

Under candlelight.

Following a slight but harsh tearing sound, mottled cracks could be vaguely seen on the "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts".

"What exactly happened to these eight formation diagrams?"

Mr. Zhuge knelt on the ground in despair, tears streaming down his face.

…

After a night.

The catastrophe in the Xiongnu Royal City has still not subsided.

The wind and snow are freezing.

Xi Xing stood outside the palace, seeing collapsed ruins everywhere he looked.

"The guards have gone to deal with it."

A hoarse voice sounded behind Xi Xing without any warning.

Xi Xing's face was as cold as frost: "Is this what you call a sure kill? Destroy half of my royal city with one sword?"

"He hid his strength too deeply."

The figure was hidden in the darkness: "No one ever thought that he could control the thunder and thunder of heaven's punishment at that moment, not even the old mother who died on the island never thought about it."

There was a hint of fear in his tone.

"What about her?"

Xi Xing had her hands behind her back and was wearing a red phoenix robe, making her look like the most dazzling rose in the cold wind and snow.

"She didn't run away. She accidentally fell from the top of the city. The old ghost from Yinshan took action in time and saved her life."

"That's a blessing among misfortunes."

Xi

The people of the Hidden World need to nurse themselves back to health as soon as possible. When the horse is riding on the frontier city, we still have to rely on you to kill Chen Daojun and Huo Zhenxiao."

"If the battle is successful, then our path south will be thousands of miles of wilderness, and there will be no one to stop us!"

"Here!"

In the darkness, the figure nodded slightly.

After one night, the huge sound of the thunder and disaster of heaven's punishment spread thousands of miles.

In Nuo Daxueyuan, all the tribes were shocked.

However, due to the Xiongnu's deliberate blockade, everything that happened in the royal city did not spread too widely.

While hundreds of tribes were shocked, they had no way of investigating.

Zhenjiang City.

Huo Zhenxiao stood on top of the city like a spear with a cold glow, looking at the depths of the snowy land outside the border.

Behind him, Bai Qi came in a hurry.

"Master, we have found out clearly that the loud noise last night came from the Huns."

Huo Zhenxiao frowned: "That loud noise can penetrate even the Qilian Mountains and travel thousands of miles to reach this Zhenjiang city. I am afraid it will trigger a thunderstorm of heavenly punishment. It should be Master and Senior Xu who succeeded."

Bai Qi hesitated and said: "It is difficult to penetrate into the thirteen cities of the Xiongnu now. The little information we have is all based on spies from the nearby Yi tribe. The result is not yet finalized."

"It doesn't matter, just train the troops."

Huo Zhenxiao said calmly: "When the strength of these 300,000 Snow Dragon Cavalry troops reaches several levels, even if there are ever-changing changes, we can still cope with the changes by remaining unchanged."

…

Across the ocean.

Shanhe Guild Hall.

The Shanhe Guild Hall in the middle of the night was silent as never before.

The air seemed to be frozen and still, extremely depressing.

In the reception room.

The murderous intent was so fierce that it seemed like countless swords and swords, surging in all directions.

Ye Yuanqiu and Yuan Yigang sat opposite each other.

It was eerily quiet.

a long time.

Ye Yuanqiu clenched his fists and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Yigang, let me handle this matter. As the leader, you must not bear the blame. I don't have much time left, even if thousands of people die.

Swearing is something I have a quiet ear and I have never heard it. You are still young and have a longer way to go."

"Really...don't you have any other plans?"

Yuan Yigang reluctantly pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Elder ancestors, maybe... I can go to the Huns in the Northern Territory again."

"They all failed. Do you think you can really bring back Linglong from the Huns with just a little energy?"

Ye Yuanqiu sighed and sighed: "With your strength, if you really want to join the Xiongnu, I'm afraid that Hong will be killed overnight. Instead, show your attitude first to keep Linglong. If there is a chance to make a difference in the future, then

Do as he wishes."

…

Southwest region.

Tianmen Mountain Villa is filled with grief.

Overnight, the mourning hall was built.

It's all hanging and full of sadness.

Everyone was busy doing their own things, with sadness written all over their faces.

In front of the mourning hall, there is a fine golden nanmu coffin.

Chen Dong knelt in front of the coffin, expressionless, and indifferently threw pieces of paper money into the brazier. The raging bonfire twisted and twisted, and the firelight shone on Chen Dong's indifferent face.

"The news has been released."

Jiang Qilin walked up behind him and said in a deep voice: "The four words "collaboration with the enemy and treason are enough to crush them to death!"

"What I want is not only to crush them to death with public opinion, but also to kill them with my own hands!"

Chen Dong rubbed his face, put the last paper money in his hand into the brazier, stood up and walked towards the second floor: "I'm going to see the child."

"Brother Dong!"

Jiang Qilin stopped Chen Dong.

This call made Mr. Long and others look sideways, and Chen Dong's eyes were full of sadness and pain.

"You can cry. It will feel better if you cry loudly."

Jiang Qilin said heartbrokenly.

"I also want to cry, but I hold it in."

Chen Dong shook his head slightly, lit up the cigarette, and puffed out smoke: "I still remember that sentence, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. I cried, but didn't the Chen and Gu families just laugh? They have already left.

It has reached this point, I have endured too much, and I may be able to cry when I am done with the Chen Gu family."

After that, Chen Dong walked towards the second floor.

His words were like lingering sounds, lingering in everyone's ears for a long time.

Great sorrow, great pain, and silence.

Chen Dong's calm silence was like a sharp knife, piercing everyone's heart.

Everyone knows that if you don’t cry, make noise, or quarrel, it doesn’t mean you are not sad, hateful, or painful, but you are too sad, too painful, and too hateful!

Due to Jiang Qilin's intentional planning, overnight the news that the Chen and Gu families had joined forces with the Huns and collaborated with the enemy and treason swept across the entire southwest region like a violent storm, spreading like a storm.

It was as if at dawn, a nuclear bomb was suddenly dropped on the entire southwest region.

The entire southwest region exploded completely.

Assassination in the middle of the night, Mrs. Chen died tragically.

The Chen and Gu families joined forces with the Huns to collaborate with the enemy and treason!

The two topics were passed around like nuclear bombs among the wealthy and powerful.

Even the head of a wealthy family, no matter how ruthless he is, cannot control himself after hearing the news, and becomes shocked and angry.

There were exclamations and uproar, public opinion was noisy, and there was a lot of curses.
To be continued...