In the prologue, there is a storm in the martial arts world. The night is like water and the moon is like a hook. The silver moonlight coats the Silver Dragon Snow Mountain in southern Xinjiang with a layer of silver.

However, it could not illuminate the darkness in the ravine. In the hazy moonlight, several black shadows suddenly flashed across, twisting their bodies strangely through the dense forest on the snow-capped mountains. The sound of the wind stirred up a few of the only birds.

Birds and beasts flapped their wings and flew into the sky, circling in panic in the night sky.

But the black shadow that alarmed them had disappeared deep into the dense forest. The overlapping tree crowns covered a castle-like palace deep in the dense forest. After seeing the black shadow, several guards outside the palace opened the two doors.

The heavy door opened, and then the dark figures quickly ran in.

Inside the castle, in a medium-sized house, there was a man in red sitting.

This man had a mask on his face, and his appearance could not be clearly seen. At this moment, he seemed to be waiting for someone.

"Leader! We are back!" Suddenly, a voice came over, and then, several men in black walked in from outside.

The man in red asked coldly: "How did things go?"

Several men in black lowered their heads and replied respectfully: "We didn't find any clues."

Although the matter was not accomplished, the tone of these people did not reveal the slightest hint of timidity.

The man in red suddenly raised his head, and two rays of light shot out from the small holes in the mask. Even if the men in black lowered their heads, they could still feel the chill.

"Whoosh!" Several piercing sounds came out, and several men in black had a small iron sword inserted into their throats. Although the sword was small, it was deadly.

"Oh, you are so impatient!" Another man in purple came out from somewhere.

"Huh, in one year, I haven't found any clues about a magic weapon! What a loser!" The man in red did not calm down at all, and his words were full of blame.

The man in purple sighed and said: "Nowadays, there are rumors about the ten masters and five sects in the Central Plains martial arts world, but there is still no news about the ten divine soldiers."

The man in red said: "The top ten masters, the five major sects... hum, it's nothing to worry about. I'm only worried about the people in Beiming Mountain."

The man in purple nodded and said: "This person is said to be among the top ten masters. There are only a few people in the Central Plains martial arts community who know the secrets of the Ten Divine Weapons. However, the people from Beiming Mountain are insiders. I think we want to

We have to speed up our actions to prevent him from taking advantage of us. Then our great cause of restoring the country and avenging our ancestors will have no future. And I suspect that this person should have guessed a thing or two, otherwise he will be an unknown person.

, how is it possible to improve such a high level of cultivation in such a short period of time!"

The man in red smiled, and then said: "It seems that I have to take action personally. I heard that the man in Beiming Mountain has a sworn brother, so I might as well attack him first."

The man in purple clapped his hands and exclaimed: "You and I want to go together! You should have experienced it a long time ago!"

The man in red continued: "People in the Central Plains are very vain. The five major sects are not monolithic. Find a gap and let's attack. Maybe there will be unexpected results."

The man in purple nodded and then asked: "When will we leave?"

The man in red thought for a moment, and then said firmly: "Give me an order. Except for those who train the Dark Feather Guards, the other nine elders and eighteen leaders will each lead their men and go to the Central Plains with me tomorrow."

"Yes!" After hearing this, the man in purple left the house. When he left, he dragged out all the bodies of the men in black. All of the men in black were strong, but the man in purple held them with one hand.

With two, effortlessly...

After the man in purple left, the man in red slowly opened a red cloth covering the wall, then stretched out his hand with a slight trembling, touching the wall...the dust on it slowly fell to the ground.

"Ten Divine Soldiers... you are all mine. I take care of your top ten masters and five major sects. I want the people of the Central Plains in the future to spread the legend of your destruction everywhere..." murmured

, the man in red suddenly wiped it hard with his hand, and all the writing on the wall disappeared, and the fierce light in his eyes through the mask seemed extremely sharp. Maybe the words on it were melted by his eyes.
Chapter completed!