Heavy snow.
An army waited quietly in the wilderness. Because the snow flakes were extraordinarily large, they appeared heavy, falling on the armor, and even making the kind of snoring that the arrow was trying to fall on the leather drum.
The first one of the generals is holding two gold ropes. The end of the gold lock is two sleighs that are twice as tall as the ordinary sergeants.
When the smell of familiarity finally appeared in the snow, the two sleds roared at the same time.
"General Yelu, the snow is too big, it is better not to hurry, go to my camp to drink hot pot of wine."
The armor on the head of the general is also pure gold, and it seems to be incompatible with the heavens and the earth at this time, because the surrounding is too pale and cold, the pure gold armor on his body is more dazzling, and the beam of light is like a golden sun burning When I got up, it finally turned into a human eye and it looked like an orange-red flame was rolling.
His face is wearing a pure gold face, and several unique runes are like tears, with crystal light flowing in it.
At this time, his voice penetrated the snow, making all the flying snow in front of him like a pot of hot porridge.
"Why are you polite."
There was a faint sensation in the wind and snow, but it contained a voice that was hard to imagine.
The boiling blizzard suddenly subsided, and it fell like a heavy lead. It is obvious that only one person came, and the sound of these blizzards landed like a thousand horses.
"It's not polite, I am the decapitated Prince of the East, the general of the Ukrainian state. At this time, the wars of Uzbekistan and Daqin have not completely stopped. They are not leading the Uzbek, but they are going to the East Hu Fengxue for a walk. How can they not endure the landlord's friendship? Entertain one or two"
The Donghu general looked at the man who came slowly and dressed in a white fox fur coat. He said: "It is to look at the generals of the Yelly Wolf and the generals. I will move early and don't let me wait for a walk." ”
The man in the white fox fur coat is the first character of the Ukrainian martial art, the Yelu Wolf. At this time, his face is calm, watching the huge army looming in the snow and the vast world behind the army, in his eyes. There is a lingering embarrassment, but the tone is still cold and light: "The East Hu emperor has no other use, and the prince is very powerful. He has established five princes, but he is not satisfied, and all of them are dethroned. There are only the Great Emperor, the Second Emperor, and the Three Emperors... Donghu has a Grand Prince, two Princes, and three Princes."
The tone of Dong Hu’s generals suddenly turned sharply: “Yellow General, you fled to Uzbekistan and made a Ukrainian general. I don’t want to pursue it. I’m still an ally with Dong Hu, I’ve already thought about the bones and blood, how, you are today. I want to talk about the old books?"
"You don't have to be nervous, I just sent a letter." Yelu Wolf looked at the Donghu general's faint smile.
Dong Hu’s boss shook his head and said indifferently: “Unfortunately, no matter who you want to send to, I won’t let you pass.”
"I know."
The Yelu Wolf looked up slightly and smiled. "I know that you will follow me, so the person who actually sent the letter should have sent the letter to the person at this time."
The body of Dong Hu’s general was suddenly shocked, and the golden light on his body was like a lot of golden ropes flying around.
He turned and looked at him.
In the boundless blizzard, like the end of the heavens and the earth, there is a huge and awkward shadow.
That is a mountain.
In the legend of the generations, the Donghu people think that it is the Gangpo Qishan Mountain where the gods live.
"what do you want to do?"
This Dong Hu will
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) Some stiff and slowly turned around, looking at the Yelu Wolf, slowly said: "Who do you want to send to?"
The Yelu Wolf looked at him and did not answer.
Not because I didn't like the general, but because the answer didn't make sense, because even he was unfamiliar with the person and didn't understand.
......
The huge mountain has a huge staircase with a naturally occurring cross.
Each level of stone steps up to a few feet has a snow-covered, untouched snow-covered meridian, with a blue-black jewel-like meridian, with a vicissitudes of life and a strange power.
Not only the air, but the strength of the heavens and the earth has become extremely thin at such heights.
At the bottom of the mountain, close to the pastures that ordinary herders can supply, there are some grottoes, and there are many real bitter monks living inside.
The ultimate pursuit of these monks is to reduce their own demands on the world as much as possible, to minimize the intake of food, and to pursue the peace and joy of the spiritual world as much as possible.
In the winter of this blizzard, even these real bitter monks have withdrawn from these caves, but in a cave on the mountainside, there is still a bitter.
This grotto is not deep, and in the midsummer, the sun can fall to the end of the grotto.
The stone walls on both sides are engraved with a number of sacred people who can't see the face. The face seems to be a bit ferocious. However, because the time of carving does not know how many years have passed, the taste of the years is mixed, in the dim environment, it is There is a kind of compassionate taste.
At the end of the grotto, there were some deep purple cotton pads with frost, and there was a stubborn old lady sitting on it.
The old man's skin seems to be made of tanned leather, and it is tightly attached to the bones of the body. However, when he opens his eyes, his eyes are crystal clear, and the real five-color light is revealed.
A young man with a sword appeared in the cave hole, and as he blinked, his figure reflected in the depths of his eyes.
Feeling the taste of the unique sword in the city, this old man feels that this is a meeting of fate. He opens his mouth and the vocal cords in the throat shake for the first time after many years of shock. He makes a gentle voice. "You are long." Mausoleum?"
The young man went to salute, said: "The younger generation Li Xixing, born in Changling, is Qin, the predecessor of your old man, ask me to bring you something."
"What about people?"
The old man looked at the young man in confusion and asked without emotion: "What?"
Li Xixing got up, and a piece of wood in his hand popped out and fell to the old man.
When the piece of wood flies in the air, the old man's gaze is brilliant, and the statues of the statues on both sides of the stone make a strange sound. The aura of the thin air is like a fountain. The mouth of the cave was sprayed out.
A ring of inexplicable gold and iron rang.
The old man stood up.
While he stood up, the piece of wood stayed in front of him, and then turned into a powder in his breath, and the disintegration disappeared, and the lines on the piece of wood still existed in his eyes.
"It turned out to be."
The old man smiled and saluted Li Xixing. He smiled and said: "What did he say to me?"
"I hope that Donghu and Wu's will make a good deal." Li Xixing said.
The old man thought for a moment, with real joy, said: "Okay."
"What else?"
"Nothing."
"it is good."
When speaking the second one
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) When the word is good, the figure of the old man disappears from the grotto.
A vast and empty meaning crossed the body of Li Xixing and suddenly went away.
Li Xixing has seen countless strong people, especially the strong ones of Gu Huai have already seen it, but this breath still makes him breathe.
......
A hill is covered in yellow, white and deep red.
These shackles that hold down the mountain are the palaces of Donghu.
In the many low-rise buildings of these palaces, countless serfs mourn under the whip, and many white slaves of the female slaves cry under the body of the master.
Donghu and the world are different at this time. Except for the dignitaries, the rest are all slaves.
Outside the palace are sergeants holding Jin Ge inspecting.
A barefoot old man appeared on the main mountain road of the palace without warning.
"who are you?"
Sensing the powerful atmosphere of this old man, a general who was stuck on the mountain road asked cautiously.
"I want to see Yelly really."
Yelu really should be the emperor of Donghu.
The general also wanted to ask again, but the footsteps of this monk did not stop.
The general screamed and couldn’t help but shoot.
On the mountain road, the golden currents suddenly surged, and countless sergeants came from all over the mountain roads in the palace.
There was a stick in the hands of the old man.
This stick is black and black, like a charred fire stick.
When the stick appeared, his footsteps slowed down, and any terrible breath disappeared, like a normal monk who did not understand practice and never practiced.
However, the terrible breath gathered this stick in his hands.
He is just very simple, without any fancy, handing out the stick, knocking on the person or the blade that is close to his body.
No one failed, and no one could bear his blow.
No matter whether it is a low-level practitioner of the Three Realms, or even a few generals of seven realms, there is no difference before his wooden stick.
Just a stick, then flesh and blood flies, and died.
"What the **** are you?"
No one can stop the old man's blow. The old man went straight into the palace and appeared in front of the East Hu emperor. In the horror of the East Hu emperor, the old man simply handed out the stick again and tapped on the head of the Emperor Donghu.
With a bang, the head of the Emperor Donghu was easily opened like a paper lantern.
The entire Donghu Palace suddenly died like a snowstorm.
The old man turned and walked straight out along the trail.
The sword on the piece of wood symbol wakes up. The most lacking truth in his practice is actually the word "". If you can walk through the river, why should you step on a floating reed?
Once you have done this, you can do this today. Since no one can resist the whole Donghu Palace, he naturally only needs to use the most method.
In this way, the Donghu Emperor will be killed, and the Donghu Palace will naturally know his identity and know that he is the strongest practitioner of Donghu.
"Communicate with Uzbek."
When he walked out of the palace, he turned his head and said this to the people in the palace.
(End of this chapter)