The residence of the Golden Undead is very unique.
Metal stakes were cast into various skeleton shapes, and the gold, silver, and copper-colored bone-shaped stakes were connected together to form a wall that stretched for two to three hundred miles, surrounding the entire headquarters of the Golden Undead.
A large number of strange runes were engraved on these bone-like piles. Under the illumination of the empty sun, these metal piles continued to emit a faint black air, shrouding the entire station, making it difficult to distinguish the shadows.
Sun Zuo, dripping with sweat, rushed into the Golden Undead headquarters from a side door.
Several Chonglou Realm bosses guarding the door tried to stop Sun Zuo to ask something, but Sun Zuo didn't say a word and slapped him several times, causing the bosses to roll around on the ground. Suddenly no one dared to say anything anymore.
Sun Zuo cursed all the way and walked quickly in the direction of his hunting team, pretending to be calm.
After all, he is an 'expert' in the Life Pond Realm. Although together, he has unlocked hundreds of thousands of light threads on the thirty-third heavenly lock tower... not even as many as the current Wu Tie has unlocked. ... Sun Zuo also had some supernatural powers and could walk extremely fast.
His hunting team is stationed near the wall. After all, it is a team that often goes out and does less robbery. Living here is also convenient for them to come in and out.
Sun Zuo quickly broke into the small courtyard where the hunting team was stationed, and roared in a low voice: "I'll give you a hundred seconds to bring the important things, and then... leave quickly. While the people with the bloody scimitars are still there, If you’re not surrounded, leave quickly.”
The small courtyard is in the shape of a courtyard, with three-story buildings on all sides, and can accommodate two to three hundred people.
Hearing Sun Zuo's scolding, nearly two hundred men, women, and children wearing black soft armor and fierce faces suddenly rushed out of the small building. They surrounded Sun Zuo one after another, asking questions in front of them. Condition.
"Everyone knows that the three leaders took us to negotiate with the Blood Scimitar, right?"
"Those damn bastards from the Blood Scimitar, they broke up on the spot... The three leaders are dead." Sun Zuo made a gesture of cutting his neck and muttered in a low voice: "So, leave quickly... run quickly... we absolutely can't Bury with the golden souls.”
Panting heavily, Sun Zuo grabbed the golden undead badge on his chest with one hand, pulled it off and threw it to the ground, then stepped on it with one foot.
Once upon a time, the Golden Undead Badge was Sun Zuo's pride and his greatest support. Relying on this badge, Sun Zuo lived a happy and unscrupulous life in the Big Snake Cave.
But today, this badge seems to be a fatal thing.
The three leaders are dead, and so many generals in the Mingchi Realm are dead. Anyone who dares to wear this badge and flaunt it will be killed by the blood scimitar and other large and small forces.
This kind of thing... Sun Zuo, who has been hanging out in the Big Snake Cave for so many years, has seen a lot.
For any destroyed force, the slaves and servants among its original members will be divided up as floating wealth, and the middle and lower-level combatants will become slaves, and their lives will not be worried.
A 'master' like Sun Zuo in the Life Pool Realm, a serious boss-level figure, is bound to die. No one would trust a 'high-level' member of the hostile force like him.
"I don't want to die... So, hurry up and pack your important things and follow me." Sun Zuo's body trembled slightly, and he roared in a low voice: "Once the army of blood scimitars surrounds you, do you think you will still be alive? What?"
Nearly two hundred members of the hunting team were trembling, and they ran away in a hurry, busy packing their bags.
The backbone of this hunting team is Sun Zuo's old brother, and the others are also elites carefully selected and cultivated by Sun Zuo in the past few years. Therefore, there is loyalty. Sun Zuo asked them to pack their belongings, and they packed their belongings honestly. No one made a loud noise and yelled everywhere.
More than a dozen Sun Zuo's confidants, who were also veteran team members who had participated in the attack on the Wu Family Stone Fort, gathered around Sun Zuo.
They are all shrewd old hunters, always ready to set off, run, fight, and fight, so they always carry their important things with them. They have nothing to clean up, and some loose money can be discarded at any time.
They lowered their heads slightly and listened to Sun Zuo's orders.
Sun Zuo's body trembled slightly, but there was a fierce light in his eyes.
He was going to run away with his brothers, and they would definitely not be able to act as the Golden Undead in the future. They would even have to escape from the Black Snake Territory, running as far away as possible.
Brother No. 200's food, drink, and laxatives all depend on him. It’s okay to be away from home and have no cultivation resources. Sun Zuo felt that his idle cultivation would be enough to sustain him for a while.
But without gold coins... that's absolutely impossible.
Food, drink, things to use... Of course, they can rob homes and keep doing their job... But they are destined to live a hard life, so gold coins are still necessary.
"Follow me. Before leaving, make a vote." Sun Zuo made up his mind. He looked at the team members who gathered quickly around him and made two gestures to them.
They are all elites that Sun Zuo has carefully trained over the past few years. These hunting team members did not need Sun Zuo to talk nonsense. More than thirty of them casually pulled out strange-looking crossbows.
One after another, the poison-quenched crossbow arrows were continuously pressed into the hand crossbow magazine. The group of people followed Sun Zuo out of the small courtyard while moving their hands.
Just three miles away from Sun Zuo's station, under a huge stone pillar, there was a solid stone castle.
It is a logistics and baggage warehouse of the Golden Undead. It is responsible for coordinating the logistics and baggage supply of all hunting teams and hunting groups in this area. It is also responsible for identifying and recycling the trophies brought back from outside by each hunting team and hunting group, or for some Rare loot is assessed for price and more.
As far as Sun Zuo knew, this logistics and baggage warehouse stored millions of gold coins, various kinds of herbs, and a large amount of ordnance and baggage all year round.
This warehouse was originally occupied by a master of the Life Pool Realm, who was much more powerful than Sun Zuo.
But just now, Sun Zuo saw with his own eyes that this master was killed by a man with a bloody scimitar. Naturally, the other guards in this warehouse did not care about Sun Zuo.
Make a quick vote, grab as many goodies as you can, and leave with the loot.
Sun Zuo subconsciously speeded up his pace. For some reason, he always felt a little cold on the back of his neck.
Is it an illusion? It must be an illusion, right
Sun Zuo led a large group of men and horses to run forward quickly. Wherever he passed, the slaves and servants of the Golden Undead naturally did not dare to ask any questions. Those patrolling soldiers who dared to speak too much were ordered by Sun Zuo to be dealt with as quickly as possible.
With a distance of only three miles, Sun Zuo and the others arrived in no time.
Facing the dozens of guards standing outside the baggage warehouse, Sun waved his left hand, and the team divided to the left and right, revealing a group of hunting group members holding powerful crossbows.
Black arrows pulled long and thin black flame tails, tearing the air with a harsh whistling sound.
Only three or five of the dozens of guards standing in front of the baggage warehouse barely raised their shields and escaped the wave of arrow attacks.
Sun Zuo smiled lowly. He waved his hand forward, and the members of the hunting team rushed forward. Dozens of sword lights and sword lights flashed randomly, instantly killing a few lucky ones who had escaped the crossbow arrows. He laughed softly. He broke into the warehouse.
Screams and curses kept coming from the warehouse.
The people in the warehouse were only some non-combat members who were responsible for logistical chores. Their cultivation was extremely low and their strength was very weak. They were no match for the elite hunting team members.
When Sun Zuo walked to the warehouse door, he heard the beautiful sound of the heavy warehouse door being opened.
Gold coins, grass, and all kinds of treasures.
Sun Zuo was so excited that he was trembling all over. He touched the low-quality Qiankun bag on his waist and scolded in a low voice: "Is there a storage bracelet? Find me the best one quickly... Damn it, my Qiankun bag Bag, I’m done with it.”
Sun Zuo's eyes were shining, and his voice couldn't help but raise a few pitches: "Also, I found the bracelet. Fill it up and bring it over."
Before he finished speaking, Sun Zuo felt a rush of hot air on the back of his neck.
Sun Zuo's body suddenly stiffened. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
A terrible pressure came from behind him, as if there was an ancient monster standing behind him. As long as the other party moved a little finger, he would be crushed to pieces.
Sun Zuo's crotch felt hot and he peed directly.
His knees became weak and he knelt on the ground without hesitation. He didn't dare to look back, but said tremblingly: "Senior, senior, uncle, uncle... ancestor... As long as you don't kill me, I, Sun Zuo, can do anything for you."
"Although my strength, Sun Zuo, is low, I..."
Wu Tie stood behind Sun Zuo. He held the White Tiger Split with one hand and gently pressed the White Tiger Split onto Sun Zuo's shoulder.
He just lightly lowered his wrist, and a small part of Bai Hu Zhang's terrifying weight fell on Sun Zuo's body.
With the "click" sound, half of Sun Zuo's body changed shape, and the bones in half of his body were crushed.
Wu Tie was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his wrist and slapped his forehead in annoyance... After coming out of the tomb of Osiris, Wu Tie had already adjusted the weight of Baihucrack to one billion and eighty million catties.
This weight is just right for the current Wu Iron to be used, but for ordinary monks... even for a 'life pool master' like Sun Zuo, it is really too scary and too unbearable.
"He is really as weak as scum... Black Ring Master Sun Zuo..." Wu Tie pursed his lips and looked up at the dome above.
"I ask and you answer. Once the answer does not satisfy me, I guarantee you will regret it..." Wu Tie smiled coldly, and in his mind, many torture methods taught by Lao Tie were constantly rolling out.
Wu Tie also remembered all the tortures that occurred during the 'conviction' process in the Tomb of Osiris.
Regardless of whether Sun Zuo's answer satisfies him or not, Wu Tie was prepared to use it on Sun Zuo.
The army of Blood Scimitars rushed toward the Golden Undead's station. Many of the Golden Undead's masters fled in embarrassment. They tried their best to escape back to their headquarters.
They all had the same thoughts as Sun Zuo.
A real man must not be without money for a day. Before escaping, he must fill his pockets... In addition, they also have some relatives and other people in the camp, and these people must be taken with them to escape.
There was chaos in the Big Snake Cave. Many large and small forces adjacent to the territory of Blood Scimitar and Golden Undead sent out teams and sneakily approached the border.
Everyone's attention was focused on the fight between the Blood Scimitar and the Golden Undead, and everyone was gearing up to prepare for a carve-up feast.
No one noticed that the eighteen palace kings had led a large group of people into the Big Snake Cave. They walked in easily. No one questioned, no one inquired, and no one noticed the appearance of this team at all.
Naturally, these local forces in the Big Snake Cave did not notice that at the entrance of another main corridor leading in and out of the Big Snake Cave, a group of gorgeously dressed 'caravans' walked slowly in.
There are more than 300 people in this caravan. There are only about 20 trucks in their team. Dozens of giant rhinoceros-shaped monsters are pulling the trucks. These trucks move slowly. Listening to the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground, it is obvious that the trucks are Very heavy.
The more than 300 caravan members are all tall and strong men. They are all blond, blue-eyed, red-haired and blue-eyed, or green-haired and black-eyed. In short, they have distinct looks.
They were led by a middle-aged man with plump hair, a big beard all over his face, and a bulging head that looked like a lion's head. They were chatting and laughing one by one, looking like they were walking through mountains and rivers, and walked into the chaos. , the famous snake cave for killings.
After they entered the Big Snake Cave, they immediately found a secluded corner and set up camp. They dispersed in groups, leaving only dozens of elites stationed in the camp.
These people wore gorgeous robes and looked so special that they finally attracted the attention of a small local force in the Big Snake Cave.
A few rat men approached the caravan's station with a sneaky look on their faces, greeting them from afar with playful smiles.
Several strong men walked out of the camp. They looked at the sneaky rat men and suddenly pulled out their long bows. Without saying a word, they shot the rat men on the spot.
A strong man walked over, chopped off the heads of several rat men, and built a small Jingguan.
He used the rat man's blood to write a few big words on the ground boldly - 'Those who come near will die'!
The small force that sent out the rat scouts was stunned by such an arrogant... outsider.
Judging from the appearance and dress of these guys, they can't be the local forces in the Big Snake Cave. They are outsiders... How dare outsiders be so arrogant in the Big Snake Cave
Moreover, their clothes are so gorgeous, which proves that they are very oily.
With a few gentle whistles, a team of four to five hundred people appeared outside the caravan's station.
Walking out from the corridor where the caravan came in, nearly a hundred miles away, a fork in the road had been guarded. Dozens of elite soldiers wearing heavy armor were stationed at the entrance, posing as if they were strangers. Mo Jin's posture.
Walking along this fork in the road, which is tens of meters wide, about three or five miles later, the terrain ahead suddenly opens up. A huge grotto that can accommodate tens of thousands of people has been filled with various baggage vehicles, mounts, camels, beasts and animals. Stuffed with strong men.
There are at least 20,000 elite soldiers resting here.
They lined up neatly and sat cross-legged on the ground, drinking water and eating meat, all in silence, showing a high degree of discipline.
In a corner of the grotto, a handsome, tall and majestic young man sat there quietly, gently stroking a coiled snake jade pendant made of black jade in his hand.
"Black Snake Territory, our Orochi clan is finally back... I will definitely remind you of the horror of being dominated by our Orochi clan and becoming our food ration."