Descendants?

Qin Mo was stunned.

“The first floor is the strongest?”

He couldn't help asking.

“The weakest.”

Emperor Qin said calmly, "The eighteenth floor of the Hall of Dead, and the eighteenth floor is the Emperor Yutian."

"But...but..." Qin Mo stuttered, "These are all good people in ancient myths! Descendants shoot the sun are all allusions that have been passed down in China for thousands of years! In order to save the people in the dawn!"

"They are all dead."

Liu Bang took over the conversation, "Their subconscious mind is controlled by the Emperor Yutian. In the undead world, the Emperor Yutian is the biggest. Although they have their own consciousness, you can understand it as...understand it as..." Liu Bang thought for a while, "to use a word from modern Chinese to describe it as black."

Qin Mo nodded slowly thoughtfully.

For a moment, the hall became quiet.

Qin Mo also lost the intention to eat meat.

After a while.

He suddenly broke the calm, "Then is his memory still there?"

“The memory is still there.”

Zhang Liang nodded, "It's just like being brainwashed by the Holy Emperor Yutian and turned black. In the undead world, the Holy Emperor Yutian has many powerful secret techniques, and this is his world."

Qin Mo smiled slightly.

Show a creepy smile.

"Brother, can you just say something?"

Emperor Qin was a little furious when he saw this smile.

"I've noticed it."

Qin Mo picked up a piece of fat mutton and put it in his mouth.

Finally, I can eat meat.

...The next day the next day.

The dim sky is silent.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, there are all battle camps in the ten dead areas. In the city, countless soldiers set up camps.

The repair of the rushing car takes a certain amount of time.

But on this day, the top ten dead zones never launched any attacks, and they were as quiet as if they were in seclusion.

Temple of the Dead, first floor.

At noon.

The descendants stared at the scene outside in confusion.

In the dark layer, he held a bow with a fiery red light in his hand, looking at the scene in the void with some confusion.

In the void, blue ripples flowed around him, and he could see clearly the entire situation outside.

“Is there no movement?”

He asked in confusion, as if he was talking to himself.

A servant walked over quickly, "Nothing changed, just..." "Just something."

"A four-wheeler was pushed to the battlefield and came towards the Blood Yang barrier."

The servant answered.

The descendants were stunned, "Zhuge Liang?"

"No, it's a teenager."

Before the doubts in his heart were dissipated, a loud loud horn suddenly came from outside the Hall of Dead.

"Descendants! You turtle grandson! Do you really think you shot the Nine Yang for the sake of the people of the world?

You are just a selfish thing! Isn’t it just to satisfy your vanity?

It's so good that you're shooting your old mother against the wall!"

The descendants frowned suddenly.

He immediately looked at the scene in the void and locked on a young man.

This man was right in front of the Blood Yang barrier, less than one meter away from the barrier, pointed to the Dead Hall and cursed, "You are known as the No. 1 Divine Bow in the World! For thousands of years, you have been respected by all people, and you have been the dog for him, the Emperor Yutian!"

"You can learn to bark at your grandpa Qin! Hurry up!"

The descendants' brows became deeper and deeper.

He stretched out in an instant and smiled slightly, "Ignore it, this is just their provocation. It would be too pediatric to use it on my descendants!"

Descendants understand this truth.

He is a mythical figure thousands of years ago and will not be tricked by such pediatric tricks.

This man scolded the formation in front of the formation just to make him angrily kill. In this way, the Blood Yang barrier will be destroyed without any attack. I don’t know how many people have used this method for thousands of years. How could his dignified mythical figure be deceived?

The scolding continued.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, you could hear Qin Mo's scolding, all kinds of unpleasant words and all kinds of unpleasant words thrown out.

Even the leaders watching the battle on the top of the city really admired Qin Mo's words and had enough vocabulary.

"How could this curse the descendants?"

Zhang Liang sneered, "I don't know how many people have used this clichéd tactic."

"Well, it's really impossible to shake the descendants' character by swearing."

Everyone on the side nodded and agreed.

Everyone was expecting Qin Mo, but they didn't expect such a simple and clichéd way, and everyone was disappointed.

"Descendants, you are a gangster, why are you here to pretend to be a hero! Among the eighteenth floors, you are the first floor. Have you ever reflected on it?

The Emperor Yutian thought you were a garbage and something indifferent!”

In the first floor.

The descendants leaned comfortably on the chair and listened to enjoyment. The servant was so angry that he smiled faintly, "Let him continue to scold."

"What else do you do besides shooting archery?

The most insignificant thing is mixed in the first layer. Are you embarrassed?

When I was shot for nine days, people regarded you as the savior, but now on the first floor, people call you the turtle grandson!"

The descendants turned over and lay on their side, still listening comfortably.

The servant gritted his teeth, "Lord, I'm willing to fight out! Give that guy a lesson!"

The descendants smiled and waved their hands, "For thousands of years, no one has scolded me like this. This time I have told me to listen to it enough at once. He will scold him. If I go out, I will lose."

The scolding lasted for nearly two hours.

The Temple of the Dead was still silent, with no movement at all.

Several leaders were somewhat impatient, and Emperor Qin also frowned, "Why don't you let him come back! Our army attacked the barrier!"

"Um!!"

The rest of the people nodded in approval.

If this continues, it will only waste the army's time, especially a bit self-destructive. If it can be scolded, its momentum will naturally rise sharply and it will not be scolded, and the soldiers will gradually lose patience.

Qin Mo stood next to the barrier panting.

But after a while, Han Xin came here on a horse.

He glanced at Qin Mo speechlessly, "Mr. Qin, the leaders ordered you to go back! The army will attack immediately!"

Qin Mo was a little dry and verbal.

He looked at the Temple of Dead in discouragement and shook his head helplessly.

“This is no more than the real world.”

Han Xin comforted, "In the world of the dead, there are all old monsters that have survived for thousands of years. They are unparalleled in their hearts and nature. They cannot be cursed by scolding them alone."

Qin Mo's cavalry came with the war horse handed over by Han Xin.

He walked two steps forward and suddenly stopped again.

He suddenly raised his trumpet and let out the greatest roar in his life at the Temple of Dead.

"Chang'e is so happy! After sleeping, she slept with Bajie, and there is also a little Wu Gang! You 4p!!"

In an instant.

Everything was quiet! The soldiers couldn't help but sucked in a cold breath, and the leaders swallowed with difficulty.
Chapter completed!