Extremely mixed sounds resounded in the mountain, like millions of fish suddenly splashing in the caves and passages of the mountain.
Guo Dongshen looked back suddenly.
In this cave, all the bandit leaders wearing iron-gray armor on black iron seats all turned their heads in confusion and a little frightened.
Two people who did not belong to them walked into the grotto amidst the mixed noise outside.
One is a girl with a calm face, looking at everyone in front of her expressionlessly as if she were treating them as objects.
One is a man carrying a long sword and a huge black bone bow. On his face, he wears a soft silver-white leather mask embroidered with plum blossoms.
The overly delicate plum blossoms formed a huge contrast with the cold and sharp black-bone giant bow on this man.
"Who are you!"
A bandit leader wearing iron-gray armor shouted loudly involuntarily, but his voice was extremely trembling, hitting the surrounding rock walls and shattering into countless tiny sounds.
No one answered his words.
The man wearing an exquisite mask just looked at everyone in the cave calmly.
The girl who seemed to ignore everyone walked forward slowly and simply said: "Kneel down and surrender to me, or die."
This sentence sounded extremely arrogant, but none of the bandit leaders on the black iron seats spoke up immediately, and no one felt unusually angry, but more frightened.
Just this sentence made all these people certain that this young girl was the legendary female devil.
Guo Dongshen raised his head.
He was sitting at the highest point of the grotto, sitting on a majestic golden chair. However, facing Nangong Weiyang and Lin Xi who was wearing a mask, he still felt like he was facing a mountain and had to look up to see it. This kind of feeling
The feeling made him feel extremely dangerous in his heart, and he understood that the strength of these two people must be very terrifying.
He couldn't figure out how the other party could enter here, but he didn't say anything immediately or respond in a hurry.
The moment he raised his head, not far from Nangong Weiyang and Lin Xi, a stone door that was originally closed was pushed open.
Amid a loud wave of air, a cold and stern man wearing a dark red robe rushed out first.
In the passage behind him, countless dark red brilliance surged, and countless people wearing dark red clothes rushed out of the passage like a tide, with more mixed sounds.
Most of the bandits were afraid of death, so they went all the way to the eastern border, where they were most suitable for hiding and living quietly. Then in the following years of living like mice, these bandits became even more like mice.
Generally timid.
However, Guo Dongshen's Aojiao Mountain bandits are not ordinary bandits.
In the past twenty years, he has managed Aojiao Mountain as a country. The stable and safe life has also allowed him to cultivate many subordinates who are not afraid of death.
Like Aojiaoshan's defense, this is also the source of Guo Dongshen's strong confidence.
So he just waited silently.
Just when his personal guards arrived immediately, pushed open the stone door, and the first cold and stern man in dark red robes rushed out, neither Lin Xi nor Nangong Weiyang made any move.
There was also a dark red figure that flashed out from behind the two of them, instantly passed over the two of them and moved forward to greet them.
This figure was burlier and taller than anyone else in the room, and the dark red metal chain armor all over his body shone with an unusually cold light.
Just the moment he saw this figure that appeared like a god, the unusually broad forehead and the thick lips that were very different from those of the Yunqin people, Guo Dongshen's breathing had completely stopped, and his body had become completely numb.
Cold.
This is cave barbarism.
It is the most powerful Yunqin Empire in the world. In the past few decades, it has fought countless battles but has been unable to conquer the cave barbarians.
However, the other party is actually able to make Xunman work for him?
This was something he couldn't even imagine or understand.
…
The cold and stern man wearing a dark red robe saw the same dark red god-like figure approaching him. His pupils shrank, but he did not hesitate at all. With a sharp shout, he held a long light blue weapon in his hand.
The sword emitted a dazzling brilliance and stabbed the heart of the burly dark red figure in front of him fiercely.
Facing the blow from Guo Dongshen's fearless subordinate, the burly dark red figure just stretched out his hand and grasped the unusually sharp light blue sword.
The moment his palm came into contact with the sharp sword, a crimson red flame like magma spread forward along the sword's body with terrifying heat.
The long sword paused in the air.
The burly dark red figure continued to move forward, and the light blue sword turned red. The hands of this cold and stern man wearing dark red robes suddenly turned black, and before he could make any sound,
, this kind of charred blackness instantly filled his whole body as the burly dark red figure advanced.
His body burned violently and fell to the ground, turning into a ball of burning ashes with a "pop".
The burly dark red figure was covered in flames, moving forward with a terrifying temperature. Then several of Guo Dongshen's personal guards who rushed out also turned into burning men and fell to the ground.
The dark red tide gushing out from that passage stopped abruptly amidst the horrifying exclamations.
A burly figure with terrifying flames all over his body stood at the door and sealed the exit of the passage, so everyone who approached him turned into burning people and fly ash. The stone door at the exit of the passage and the surrounding stone walls also began to be burned.
Red, it begins to melt and turn into flowing magma.
Faced with such a scene, Guo Dongshen only did one thing.
He bent down, left the golden chair, and knelt down directly in front of Nangong Weiyang and Lin Xi.
In the fraction of a breath before, Nangong Weiyang had slightly raised her head and glanced at him.
A flying sword that exceeded the reaction limit of most people here appeared in front of the impatient Nangong Weiyang and stabbed Guo Dongshen straight.
When Guo Dongshen knelt down, this terrifying handleless flying sword had already shattered all the hanging curtains between Nangong Weiyang and her, and reached his throat.
The biting cold air on the sword had already made Guo Dongshen's eyebrows covered with white frost when he bent down.
Guo Dongshen knelt down and worshiped, and the flying sword stopped a few inches in front of his throat. It stared at him like an extremely cold and stern gaze, and then took it back.
The terrifying flames on the Fire King slowly faded away.
The sharp flying sword returned to Nangong Weiyang's sleeves.
Nangong Weiyang walked slowly towards Guo Dongshen who was kneeling on the ground.
All the bandit leaders on the black iron seats in the grotto knelt down, trembling with fear, not daring to look at the new master of Aojiao Mountain.
Nangong Weiyang walked past Guo Dongshen, who was kneeling on the ground, and sat down on the big golden chair.
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(It’s just that I haven’t written for a day, and I feel a little out of shape. I will reduce the number of words in this chapter first, so as not to waste myself. The next chapter will be later in the evening, and then the number of words will be higher.)
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