Qingqiu stood next to the huge holographic projection, his eyes fixed on the burial ground.
A long time passed.
He turned around and looked northeast through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
The sight seemed to travel over three hundred kilometers to that huge fortress.
at the same moment.
In the Boneyard Fortress.
On a thousand-meter-high tower, a huge bloody eyeball floated, suddenly looking in the direction of Xuanwu City.
The long, narrow and huge pupils shrank, full of vigilance.
On the Bone Throne below, there is a huge shadow, which brings a wine glass made of human skull to its mouth.
The skull is not filled with wine.
It's human blood that's still warm.
Drink it all in one gulp.
Xuying felt extremely comfortable.
He couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Below the Bone Throne.
The two demon kings subconsciously licked their lips.
They turned around and looked at the human returner who was tied to the bronze pillar.
His hands have been chopped off.
Blood gradually gathered at the neat fracture.
However, before the drop of blood had time to fall, it solidified and dried up.
The blood in the atavist's body has been drained.
Bliss.
A long scarlet forked tongue poked out, greedily licking and sucking at the broken part of the arm.
At the same time, the green eyes with evil vertical pupils looked at the dying returner with extremely vicious eyes.
He is obviously a third-level atavist, but he can't stand the torture at all.
He had only been bleeding for more than ten days, and he was actually about to die.
The Demon King was very disappointed.
For the demon clan, humans are the most delicious blood food.
Those who have returned to their ancestors basically follow the path of cultivating immortals. The higher the rank, the richer the spiritual energy contained in the body, and the sweeter and more delicious it is.
It's a pity that there are not many of the best third-level ones, and even fewer of them are captured.
Finally managed to capture one alive.
I used it to contribute to the Demon King.
They, the demon kings, can only eat scraps.
Seeing that there was no blood flowing out, the demon king on the left stretched out his unicorn-covered hand and beat the returner's chest hard.
The atavist's ribs were broken and his chest was dented.
The demon king's sharp claws broke through the flesh and bones, pinched the heart that no longer beat, and pulled it out.
Pop it into your mouth.
Gulu.
Another demon king hurriedly stepped forward, opened its huge abyss mouth, and swallowed this human returner to his ancestors.
Hiccup~
The demon king burped with satisfaction and savored the delicious taste of the third-level atavism.
Suddenly, the expression on its face froze for a moment, and it spat out a hard object.
Clang.
That's a metal identification plate.
It bounced on the ground and then lay quietly on the blood-stained floor.
There are two lines of words engraved on the metal nameplate:
Wei Guozhong.
no.553453
…
Xuanwu City.
"grown ups!"
A military affairs officer trotted in with a happy face, "Someone has accepted the reward order!"
Qingqiu was startled, turned around and asked, "Which fairy mountain is it?"
The military officer opened his mouth.
Qingqiu frowned, "Two pavilions and three palaces?"
The military affairs officer shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's Lieutenant Colonel Li Xiang."
"Is it him?"
Qingqiu raised his eyebrows.
He issued the reward order in order to let one of the thirty-six immortals solve the matter.
Of course, it was not the immortal who went there in person.
Instead, they sent their disciples.
After so many years of development, the Thirty-Six Immortals established a sect and recruited many disciples, forming a force that cannot be ignored.
Many caves have been opened around Kyoto City.
The two pavilions and three palaces are where the five most powerful places are located.
According to Qingqiu's idea, the imperial court gave these immortals preferential treatment. Now that Kyushu is in trouble, it's their turn to stand up and contribute to the country.
Moreover, there are magical weapons such as the Soul-Calling Banner as a reward.
The immortals should also be tempted.
I just didn't expect that the first person to stand up and accept the reward order was actually that boy Li Xiang.
At the age of eighteen, just a few days after completing his third return to his ancestors, he wanted to attack the Boneyard Fortress?
It’s no different than sending yourself to death!
It would be better to lead the elite team of Tanlang to die.
Qingqiu waved his hand impatiently: "It's a big military matter, tell him not to mess around."
The Boneyard Fortress cannot be solved by a greedy wolf team.
Coupled with Po Jun, seven kills is almost enough.
But if something happens to these three elite combat forces, they will be buried in the burial ground.
The Xuanwu Legion's military morale will inevitably be shaken.
Qingqiu was unwilling and did not dare to take this risk.
But what surprised him was.
Not long after the military affairs officer left, he came back.
Also coming with him was Li Xiang.
Qingqiu had some displeasure on his face, put his hands behind his back, and asked directly:
"Do you know the situation over there at the Boneyard Fortress?"
Li Xiang nodded.
The intelligence on the Boneyard Fortress was not highly confidential and was updated in real time. He had read it all on the Zhenbei Army intranet.
"One hundred and sixty thousand demon troops, more than sixty demon kings, and...a fourth-level demon king are here to guard the place."
Qingqiu stood up, put his hands behind his back, and stared down at this young and outrageous boy:
"Then you are going to die?"
He is more than two meters tall and has dark skin. Standing there, he looks like an iron tower.
Coupled with the release of the breath of the fourth-level atavist, a strong sense of oppression was pressed against Li Xiang like a real substance.
Faced with this general who was famous throughout the Zhenbei Army.
Even a third-level peak monk who has experienced countless battles on the battlefield cannot withstand it.
Feel this power.
The military affairs officer next to him was sweating profusely, his legs were trembling, and he could barely stand still by leaning on the table.
And Li Xiang.
He just looked at Qingqiu with a calm expression and said without being humble or arrogant:
"Is there any fear of death?"
Qingqiu was stunned.
He clearly saw a hint of disdain in the other person's eyes.
What's the fear of death?
That's easy to say.
All things have animism, who can overcome the great fear between life and death?
That is a threshold.
Once crossed.
Then you can successfully carry out the fifth return to your ancestors.
Reach the level of the war god of the country.
Can……
This is a life-and-death barrier and a natural chasm.
For decades.
In the world of Kyushu, who among the various palace lords, powerful men in the military, and even the thirty-six immortals can cross it?
Not one.
There are still only eight war gods in Zhenguo.
Perhaps, the lunatic who entered the Northern Demon Realm alone with a knife on his shoulder had already seen that door.
As for whether he can push through the door and become the ninth war god who governs the country.
No one knows.
Moreover, there has been no news about that madman for three years.
I don't know whether I'm dead or alive.
But now.
The eighteen-year-old guy in front of me.
But he uttered arrogant words.
What's the fear of death?
It's simply a joke.
Qingqiu laughed angrily, "Hehe, hehe, a newborn calf."
He shook his head, "This is the Zhenbei Army, not Yangcheng in Tongzhou Prefecture."
"Although a genius like you is not full of cabbages on the ground, there are still a lot of them."
"If you remain so arrogant, you will definitely regret it."
A sermon.
It's out of good intentions.
He hoped that Li Xiang could grow up and not die in the army like many genius monsters.
If those good seedlings can grow smoothly instead of dying on the front line.
When they grow up, they can support a whole sky.
Why now, there is a gap among the top experts.
The defense lines ahead were broken.
The soldiers retreated step by step.
From the thirty-six immortals, to the fourth-level general in the army, to the eight great war gods who govern the country.
Who doesn’t want to let go and fight?
But Kyushu lacks the backing capable of carrying the banner from their hands.
Once they fall, the entire Kyushu will be in a desperate situation with no strong people available.
At that time, the low-level returners and millions of warriors will be unable to resist.
What followed was the subjugation of the country and the annihilation of the species.
Just when Qingqiu's thoughts were flying wildly.
Li Xiang said calmly:
"Please prepare the soul-calling flag, I will pick it up tomorrow."
Leave a word, turn around and leave.
Arguing with your superior is not a wise move, nor does it make sense.
Qingqiu knitted his brows together, feeling angry and amused. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
