The disciple of the Qiao family broke an arm for some reason, and the blood ticked along the shoulders, but his eyes were full of wild gazes. Two corpses lay in front of him. They were originally a person, but they were split from the head by some sharp blade and successfully turned into two pieces. In the north, an environment of tens of degrees below zero, they were all frozen in less than five minutes. Before the dark red blood could slip far away, it was frozen on the ground, and then large pieces of snowflakes were covered on it.

"Tianlong Ba tribe? What a strange name, I'm dead, so pretentious." The disciple of the Qiao family turned around and walked to the military vehicle parked in the original place. Looking at the soldiers who died in the cab, he flipped out the intercom in the car and asked if there were anyone around who could still work.

...

Compared with the Qiao family, the Hu family disciples were much more miserable. They were not good at fighting, but when they had to fight to the death, the courage and wisdom they burst out made him reluctantly escape a death disaster. But in contrast, there were really many wounds on his body.

In addition, the Hu family's lineage was not escorting livestock, but a number of prisoners. The people in the car, including the driver, were unconscious on the side of the road. Not far from the Hu family's disciples lay a woman in exposed clothes, but at this time it had already turned into a lump of ice, covered with bloody eyes as thick as a toothpick. It was frozen like a candied haws with syrup, dyed very evenly. Only the Hu family's body was covered in blood, and there was a trace of blood when they coughed. But the eyes were never bright, and the kind of soul refinement brought by the killing was rare.

...

Yin Dongmei sat in the snow almost naked, and she sucked and spit out thick white mist in front of her every breath. A small child floated in front of the white mist, but her voice was like an adult: "How do you feel?"

Yin Dongmei took a deep breath and let the cold and cold breath fill her chest, with a slight satisfaction on her face: "Very good, really good. But I can't move at all, Master."

"Cherish your child, I have a feeling that the world will soon no longer suit our existence. You have to work hard to learn to be an ordinary person."

Yin Dongmei didn't seem surprised and said, "Okay, I'm studying hard. Does Sister Zihan need help?"

"Let's go, the road ahead is getting closer and closer, and the door is opened. Everyone has their own path. If you can't walk through it, it's fate. Let's go your own path, kid."

"Okay. Borrow my divine power and help me! Please give me a master." Yin Dongmei's voice echoed in this world full of ice and snow.

...

"Isn't it the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Dragons? Why are there only seven types?" Zhao Zihan said intermittently, and she looked a little listless.

"Haha, how could the high-ranking White Tribe be with us? That's not where people should exist. It seems that you don't know much. The stupid monk of the Akagi died. If it weren't for the suppression of the Blue Tribe and the Akigi, they would have been swallowed up long ago. Do you know the law of the jungle? The real place is not the jungle, but between people, just like now, the winner is the king."

"There is no useful news. It seems that you are really tight-lipped." Zhao Zihan smiled contemptuously, as if it was involved in the wound, which made her smile a little distorted.

"What do you want to know? There is a barrier here, and it is impossible for you to pass on the message. I have always been generous to a dead person." The woman squatted in front of Zhao Zihan, reached out to tie her hair up, and even picked up the clean snow beside her with great care, and used it to wipe the blood on the corner of Zhao Zihan's mouth.

"Are you so sure I will die?" Zhao Zihan asked.

"If I remember correctly, the sad sword wheel is something that hurts yourself first and then others. Then how can you survive if your heart pulse is damaged? I am a kind person, well, it has always been." The woman said lightly.

"It seems that you are not from Aka, Lan, and Aobu?"

"Gee, gee~~" the woman covered her nose and chuckled: "How could it be? Sure enough, you still don't know too much. The Denzo Ba tribe, the White tribe is above the top, the Aki tribe has few friends with me, the Aki tribe is just a group of scientific madmen. Only Aki tribe, who has good combat power, is so hard that he can't raise his head."

"What does yellow, green, orange, and purple mean?"

"You want to know?"

"Um."

"Hehe, why should I tell a dead person? I will take away your soul anyway, so I won't tell you. Be good... die!" The woman still smiled softly in front of her, but when the word "death" was said, her face became extremely ferocious.

Zhao Zihan looked at her coldly.

Watching her hands grabbing her celestial cover like claws.

Will you die?

No!

People from the Zhao family will never die in such a grievance!

"You forgot something! Sad Sword Wheel, go!" Suddenly, three sword lights appeared out of thin air between the two people, each of which was ten times more condensed than before, and like real iron, piercing into the woman's eyebrows.

"Impossible!" the woman shouted loudly, but it was too late to see the sword light. Her hands were just a little short of her ability to touch Zhao Zihan's forehead.

Zhao Zihan turned over, poured a breath of turbid air into the sky, looked at the floating drum of shock, and said softly: "Thank you."

"Don't you know that there is a saying in this world that the power of magic weapons is silly? I am stupid, but I still understand some things. It seems that the matter in City C is not something that is within the plan of the White Department. This is a matter of fighting for merit. Well, it may be related to some guys she said that are not human, but it is definitely not what Ye Yi and Yang Guang said. This is a coincidence? Will it be that simple?" Zhao Zihan lay on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking again.

...

"These people are puppets! Be careful to deal with them and don't fight hard!" Uncle Jiu repelled his opponent again and retreated.

Uncle Jiu, four living half immortals, Grandma Yin carefully withstood every attack, narrowing the scope to the door of the warehouse. The pressure in the sky is getting stronger and stronger, and the thunder is getting denser.

No one knows what is fighting with the masters. Without using his brain, he can be sure that it is definitely the top category in the world.

But in the Chinese circle, such people or creatures are all practicing or going into seclusion, so is it a foreign enemy? A foreign enemy who understands the history of Chinese civilization, or isn't it?

Who said qingchu?

Wen Yi held the palm of her hand, and there were three ancient coins left by Xiao Qi when Xiao Yu ascended. This was her magic weapon, which could be attacked without magic power, but each ancient coin had only one chance to be used for one chance. It was Xiao Qi, and Xiao Yu left it to Wen Yi for protection.

Now these three ancient coins are stained with blood piercing Wen Yi's nails into the palm of her palm, and each of them emits a slight fluorescence.

How long has it been? Wen Yi dared not look back and see Yang Guang. It was going to dark outside, but the sacrifice had not arrived, and even some weird people were blocked at the door. Even Grandma Yin and Uncle Jiu seemed to be helpless.

Wen Yi wants to kill everyone! She wants to kill everyone to save Yang Guang.

Like a devil, tearing her heart.

He bit his mouth and the scarlet blood flowed back into his throat with a fishy smell, making Wen Yi endure it again and again, believing in them! You must believe in them!

If... it's just that.

boom!!!

Just as Wen Yi was thinking, a loud bang suddenly came from the roof, as if it was an explosion, causing the iron roof to shake.

Then, the breath of the great immortals pressed down like a huge millstone.

A weak voice appeared in Wen Yi's mind: "Little girl, are you ready?"

"It's ready." Wen Yi quickly replied, looking around, wanting to find where these great immortals were.

"They are coming. Adjust your mindset."

"Yes. I understand." Wen Yi nodded solemnly and sat cross-legged next to Yang Guang.

Outside the warehouse door, the things that originally entangled Uncle Jiu and others began to retreat, and then seemed to have never appeared before, leaving only a mess on the ground, as if they were to prove it.

About ten minutes later, the first car appeared in the warehouse's vision. Zhang Lu, who had been hiding in the warehouse, saw it and shouted loudly: "Here you back! They are back!"

Uncle Jiu and others hurried out. It was Yin Dongmei, so she rushed back with the convoy.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zihan, Qiao family disciples, and Hu family members also dared to come over. Everyone was injured, and their fatigue and embarrassment proved that they were not having a good time.

Wen Yi had no intention of comforting them and assigned her work quickly.

The soldiers, leaders, and wounded all mobilized them, and the platform was quickly built. The great immortals activated their divine power and moved Yang Guang to the center of the altar. A large number of three or five animals were brought into the warehouse.

The prisoners in the prison car were also trembling and driven to one end of the warehouse, and they were connected together by iron chains. They didn't understand what they were going to do and why they came here. But as death row prisoners, they seemed to understand that they were about to be ended here.

"All men, around the altar, all women except me, went out. The female prisoner also went out for the time being." Wen Yi said.

Everyone followed Wen Yi's instructions, and the leaders wanted to go out, but Wen Yi called out: "You are also standing by the altar."

"You! We don't participate in these things." The police chief spoke.

Wen Yi looked at him coldly, then said lightly: "How can you do without you in this way? I need your official fortune and national fortune."

Mayor Sun patted the police chief on the shoulder and said, "Stay here, maybe this is the only responsibility we can take at this time."

The Hu family, Qiao family, Jiu uncle, and four living half immortals, holding a sharp knife soaked in cinnabar, began to slaughter the living creatures according to Wen Yi's arrangement. A large amount of blood flowed into the center of the altar along the pipes paved before the altar. There was more and more blood under Yang Guang's body.

Wen Yi swayed her body, and what she was holding was the shocking drum in Zhao Zihan's hand. She danced strangely with the sound of the drum.

Every drum sounded, the blood in the center of the altar jumped once. Strangely, in such a cold day, the blood showed no sign of solidification, as if it was flowing in blood vessels, and the center of the altar was like a huge heart, beating constantly with the drum sound.
Chapter completed!