The group of people walked quickly through the clouds. After a while, they came to a mountain col where the clouds were slightly thinner.
Ying Xiuer blew a thin whistle here, and hundreds of ancient Qin elites wearing heavy armor appeared silently from the clouds. They bowed respectfully to Ying Xiuer, and then with great vigilance Looking at the large group of thousand-eyed demons around Ying Xiuer.
"One of our own!" Ying Xiuer waved her hand, without explaining what "one of her own" meant.
A group of ancient Qin elites exhaled at the same time, and they separated to both sides to make way for a passage.
Ying Xiuer led a large group of Thousand-Eyed Demons into the mountain col. From the chief chief on down, these Thousand-Eyed Demons looked at these ancient Qin elites with great curiosity.
Hundreds of people moved so neatly, as if they were printed from the same mold, and even the movements of the elite men were almost exactly the same. Even though these Thousand-Eyed Demons knew nothing about military formations and troops, they also vaguely felt that, These ancient Qin elites have what they urgently need and what they lack most.
"Really, not bad!" The chief looked enviously at the heavy armor on these elites, their boots, belts, helmets, and the swords at their waists.
So good, so good, all good stuff!
It's a pity that Thousand-Eyed Demons' unique physiological structure means that they cannot wear these gorgeous and powerful equipment.
Ying Xiuer did not look back, but she seemed to see every move of the great chief, she smiled and said: "Actually, it's not that nobles can't wear armor, well, the way of attack of nobles is to use the divine light in their eyes to kill the enemy? Then, it is not difficult to design armor specifically for nobles based on this characteristic."
The chief's eyes suddenly lit up, and the eyes of all the Thousand-Eyed Demons around him flashed with dazzling, extremely high-frequency light at the same time.
Of course they know the benefits of these armors.
With these armors with astonishing defensive power, the combat effectiveness of the Thousand-Eyed Demon can be increased at least several times!
"Female, are you sure?" the chief asked Ying Xiuer hastily.
"Is this difficult? It's not difficult at all!" Ying Xiuer smiled proudly: "The elders of the Ancient Qin Killing Heaven Secret Pavilion have used various unnatural means to design a special set of armor for the nobles. Why is it difficult?”
"Very good, female... you are becoming more and more interesting to me!" The chief stared deeply at Ying Xiuer's back, and he said seriously: "If you can do what you promised, then our promise It will definitely work! You and your tribe can live on the land outside this continent forever."
Ying Xiuer smiled and nodded. She quickened her pace and the group reached the depths of the mountain col.
A young man in white, with a slender figure and a handsome face, but with a bare head, no eyebrows or eyelashes left, and his whole head was as smooth as a duck egg made of glass, with a soft and evil breath, sat quietly. Under a cliff.
Several sharp centipede hooks with countless barbs penetrated the vital points of the limbs of the young man in white, nailing him firmly to the cliff behind him.
On the dark cliff, large twisted dark red runes were looming, spewing out a faint red light from time to time.
The young man in white holds a scripture in both hands and recites strange and erratic scriptures in a low voice. Listen carefully to the scriptures he recites. You can vaguely hear the words "Mountain of Swords Hell" and "Front and Flesh" appearing in his scriptures from time to time. Phrases like "turn into mud".
An extremely beautiful girl wearing a black palace dress squatted seven or eight feet away, staring at him with dull eyes.
The eyes of the girl in black skirt were sparkling with water, and a tear fell from time to time.
The young man in white didn't even look at her, he just recited the scriptures softly. An inexplicable sinister cold air rolled around him, and a blood-stained sword mountain was looming in the cold air. The twisted figures on the mountain of swords and halberds densely covered with countless swords, spears and halberds were struggling and roaring. They crawled hard on the mountain of swords, but their bodies were chopped into pieces by the sharp blades and sword light.
"The great suffering in the world is like a mountain of swords and hell; the human heart is full of ghosts, like the evil ghosts in hell. We should use the mountain of swords and hell to destroy the ghosts and people's hearts, and carry out killings. Only by slaughtering all the people in the world who can be slaughtered can the universe be bright and the world pure."
When Ying Xiuer approached the young man in white step by step, the young man in white murmured a few words. His soft and evil aura suddenly changed, becoming extremely cold, evil, twisted, and ferocious.
His originally soft face suddenly changed its appearance. The soft and well-proportioned lines on his face seemed to have been carved by knives and axes, and suddenly became stiff and cold, with each line becoming extremely hard.
The young man in white seemed to have turned into a mountain of swords, releasing a terrifying energy that no one could get close to.
His originally black and white eyes also turned into a lifeless silvery white at this moment, just like the color on the blade of a knife.
The girl in the black dress suddenly froze, and she screamed: "Young Master!"
The young man in white slowly turned his head and gave the girl in black a cold look: "Bitch!"
A touch of invisible evil sword intent passed by silently, and the girl in the black dress suddenly groaned. Blood arrows were splashed on her body, and seven or eight wounds appeared at the same time. She suddenly started up, staggered back dozens of steps, and looked at the young man in white in disbelief.
"Young Master... How can you bear to hurt me?" The girl in the black dress screamed inexplicably, and blood quickly slid down the hem of her skirt to the ground.
"Bitch, you are a bitch. Now that things have come to this, and I have fallen like this, you actually dare to ask me why I have the heart to hurt you?" The young man in white looked at the girl in black skirt with a stern look: "Bitch, my palace will definitely kill you all over the house. ! No one dares to provoke our shrine like this! No one can harm my shrine young master and still be safe and sound!"
The girl in the black dress was devastated, bleeding and crying.
Ying Xiuer already smiled happily and stood in front of the young man in white.
"Ying Xiu'er, the empress of the ancient Qin Dynasty, has met Young Lord Hanshan of the Divine Palace!" Ying Xiu'er looked at the young man in white with a smile and said softly: "Using this method to invite Young Lord here, I just want to be a friend with Young Lord! "
Young Master Hanshan slowly raised his head and said with a sarcastic smile: "Friends? Friends who look like prisoners? Tsk, tsk, interesting, interesting! You are a woman with a thick skin and a dark heart. Very good. Look. Come, you will be a good friend! In the words of that bastard Pi Junzi, what my palace needs is a shameless, bottomless friend like you!"
Young Master Hanshan ignored Ying Xiuer's ugly face and said in a low and slow voice: "So, since we are friends, what do you want my shrine to help you? Hey, no matter what you want me to do, in short, first Just let me go. Besides, I want this woman in black to sleep with me tonight! Her life is mine!"
The girl in black skirt looked at Ying Xiuer in horror. She wanted to say something, but Ying Xiuer had already smiled and nodded: "Young Master Hanshan likes her, and her life belongs to him! Hehe, Young Master Sir, come to meet the distinguished chief and all the adults!"
Ying Xiuer pointed at the Thousand-Eyed Demons behind her.