heavy snow.
An army was quietly waiting in the wilderness. Because the snowflakes were extremely large, they looked heavy. When they landed on the armor, they even made the sound of an arrow falling on a leather drum with all its strength.
The leading general held two golden ropes in his hands, and at the end of the golden locks were two snow apes that were twice the height of ordinary soldiers.
When they smelled the familiar aura that finally appeared in the wind and snow, the two snow apes roared in a low voice at the same time.
"General Yelu, the wind and snow are too heavy, why don't you hurry and go to my camp to drink a pot of hot wine."
The armor on the leading general was also pure gold, which seemed out of place with the world at this time, because the surroundings were too pale and cold, the pure gold armor on his body was even more dazzling, beams of light were like golden sunlight burning When he got up, it finally caught people's eyes like orange-red flames tumbling.
He wore a pure gold mask on his face, and several unique runes were like tear stains, with crystal light spots flowing in it.
At this time, his voice pierced through the wind and snow, causing all the snow in front of him to boil like a pot of hot porridge.
"Why be polite."
There was a faint sound in the wind and snow, but it contained an unimaginably majestic voice.
The boiling snow suddenly calmed down and fell to the ground like heavy lead. Obviously only one person came, but the sound of the snow falling to the ground seemed to be followed by thousands of troops.
"I'm not being polite. I'm Donghu's impudent prince, the great general of the Wuzhi Kingdom. At this time, the war between Wuzhi and Daqin has not completely stopped. If you don't lead the army under Wuzhi, but you go for a walk in Donghu Fengxue, how can you not be grateful to the landlord? Treat one or two?"
The Donghu general looked at the man wearing a white fox fur coat who was walking slowly, and said: "I hope that General Yelu Canglang is sympathetic to us, and he will take a rest early, and don't let me take a walk with you. "
The man in the white fox fur coat is Yelu Canglang, the No. 1 figure in the Wuzhi Kingdom's military. At this moment, his face is calm, looking at the huge army looming in the wind and snow and the vast world behind the army, what is in his eyes? There was an unspeakable sigh, but the tone was still cold and indifferent: "Emperor Donghu has no other use, but the establishment of a prince is very powerful. He has established five princes in a row, but they are not satisfied. There are only the eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince... Donghu has the eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince."
General Donghu's tone suddenly turned sharp: "General Yelu, you fled to Wuzhi and became the general of Wuzhi. My emperor will not pursue it. You are still an ally with Donghu. You have already thought of the bond of flesh and blood. Why, what are you doing today? Do you want to come here to discuss old debts?"
"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to deliver a letter." Yelu Canglang looked at the Donghu general and smiled faintly.
General Donghu shook his head, and said indifferently: "It's a pity that no matter who you want to send the letter to, I won't let you pass it."
"I know."
Yelu Canglang raised his head slightly and laughed, "I know you will follow me, so the person who actually delivered the letter should have delivered the letter to that person by now."
General Donghu's body shook suddenly, and the golden light on his body danced like countless golden cords in the air.
He suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
In the boundless blizzard, like the end of the sky and the earth, there is a huge and majestic shadow.
That is a mountain.
In the legends of Donghu people for generations, it is believed that the Gampoqi sacred mountain is the residence of the gods.
"what do you want to do?"
The Donghu general turned around slowly with some stiffness, looked at Yelu Canglang, and said slowly: "Who do you want to send the letter to?"
Yelu Canglang looked at him without answering.
It's not because he doesn't like the general, but because the answer is meaningless, because even he is unfamiliar with that person and doesn't understand.
…
There are huge natural cross-shaped stairs on the huge mountain.
Each of the stone steps several feet high is covered with eternal snow and ice, and the meridians are like blue black gemstones, carrying a kind of vicissitudes and strange power.
Not only the air, but even the vitality of the heavens and the earth has become extremely thin at such a height.
At the bottom of the holy mountain, near the pastures that ordinary herdsmen can supply, there are some grottoes in which many real ascetic monks live.
The ultimate pursuit of these monks is to reduce their demands on the world as much as possible, reduce food intake as much as possible, and pursue the peace and joy of the spiritual world as much as possible.
In the winter when the blizzard came, even these real ascetic monks withdrew from these caves, but there was still an ascetic monk staying in a grotto on the mountainside.
This grotto is not deep, and in midsummer, the sun can fall to the end of the grotto.
On the stone walls on both sides, there are several venerables whose faces cannot be seen clearly. The faces seemed to be a little fierce at first, but because the time of the carvings did not know how many years had passed, and it was entangled with the taste of the years. In the dim environment, it was There is a taste of compassion.
At the end of the grotto, there were some dark purple cotton pads covered with frost, on which sat an extremely emaciated old monk.
The old monk's skin seemed to be tanned leather, tightly attached to the bones of his body, but when he opened his eyes, the eyes were crystal clear, shining with real five-color light aggregates.
A young man with a sword on his back appeared at the entrance of the grotto. When he opened his eyes, the figure was reflected in the depths of his pupils.
Feeling the unique smell of the sword in that city, the old monk felt that this was a fateful meeting. He spoke, and the vocal cords in his throat vibrated for the first time after they had not vibrated for many years. Mausoleum people?"
The young man bowed and saluted, and said: "Young Li Xixing, who was born in Changling, is from Qin. Senior, you are an old friend. Please ask me to bring you something."
"Old friend?"
The old monk looked at the young man suspiciously, and asked without emotion, "What?"
Li Xixing got up, and a piece of wood jumped out of his hand, and fell in front of the old monk.
When the piece of wood was flying in the air, the old monk's gaze was full of energy, and the statues of the venerables on the stone walls on both sides made some strange sounds, and the spiritual energy in the thin air suddenly flowed out like a fountain. The mouth of the cave sprayed out.
There was an inexplicable sound of gold and iron crossing.
The old monk stood up.
When he stood up, the piece of wood stayed in front of him, and then turned into powder in his breath, disintegrating and disappearing, but the lines on the piece of wood still existed in his pupils.
"I see."
The old monk laughed, saluted Li Xixing, and said with a smile, "What else did he say to me?"
"I hope Donghu and Wuzhi will have a good relationship." Li Xixing said.
The old monk thought for a while, and said with genuine joy, "Okay."
"Is there anything else to say?"
"there is none left."
"good."
When the word "good" was said for the second time, the figure of the old monk disappeared from the grotto.
A sense of emptiness and vastness passed over Li Xixing's body and suddenly went away.
Li Xixing has seen countless strong men, especially even Gu Huai's strong men, but such aura still made him stop breathing.
…
A hill covered with buildings in three shades of yellow, white and crimson.
These majestic buildings that suppress the mountain are the palace of Donghu.
In many of the lower buildings of these palaces, there are countless serfs howling under the whip, and the white and tender bodies of many female slaves weeping under the plump body of their masters.
Donghu is different from the dynasties in the world at this time. Except for the powerful, the rest are all slaves.
Sergeants holding golden daggers are patrolling outside the palace.
A barefoot old monk appeared on the main mountain road of the palace without warning.
"who are you?"
Sensing the powerful aura of the old monk, a general blocking the mountain road asked cautiously.
"I want to see Yelu Zhenying."
Yelu Zhenying is the emperor of Donghu.
The general wanted to ask again, but the monk didn't stop at all.
The general screamed sharply and couldn't help but strike.
The mountain path suddenly surged with gold, and countless soldiers rushed from the mountain path in all directions in the palace.
A wooden stick appeared in the old monk's hand.
This stick was black, like a charred firestick.
When this wooden stick appeared, his steps slowed down, and any terrifying aura disappeared from his body, just like an ordinary monk who didn't know how to practice at all and had never practiced before.
However, the terrifying aura was concentrated in the wooden stick in his hand.
He was just very simple, without any fancy handing out the wooden stick, and striking the people or weapons close to his body.
Not one blow was missed, and no one could take his blow.
Whether it is a low-level practitioner of the third realm or four realms, or even several generals of the seventh realm, there is no difference before his wooden stick.
With just one stick, flesh and blood flew all over his body, and he died.
"Who the hell are you?"
No one could stop the old monk's blow, and the old monk went straight into the palace and appeared in front of Emperor Donghu. Amidst the panicked voice of Emperor Donghu, the old monk simply handed out the wooden stick again, and struck on Emperor Donghu's head.
With a pop, Emperor Donghu's head exploded easily like a paper lantern.
The entire Donghu Palace was suddenly dead silent like the wind and snow stopped.
The old monk turned around and walked straight out along the mountain path he had come from.
The sword intent on that piece of wooden talisman reminded him that the most lacking true meaning in his practice was actually the word "direct". If he could walk across the river with bare feet, why bother stepping on a floating reed
If you want to do it today, since there is no one in the Donghu Palace who can resist, he naturally only needs to use the most direct method.
By killing Emperor Donghu directly in this way, the people in Donghu Palace will naturally gradually know his identity and know that he is the strongest practitioner in Donghu today.
"Make good friends with Wushi."
When he walked out of the palace, he turned his head slightly and said this to those people in the palace.