"What do you mean?" Qin Ye calmly looked at the sword formation and asked in a deep voice.
Of course he understood what it meant.
The Russian underworld gambled too much, they couldn't afford to lose, and by now, they're already desperate. This incident is enough to affect the situation in Asia and even the world pattern! So... even in the face of the underworld of China, they dared to give it a shot. In particular, China now only has two yin poor.
"The right to choose is in your hands." Peter the Great looked at the two of them deeply: "I respect the evil of the Chinese kingdom, and I also respect the Chinese kingdom. So... please choose carefully."
"Since you have promised, please honor your promise!"
Qin Ye pressed and listened, the hair on this guy's whole body stood up. If it wasn't for Qin Ye to hold it down, the yin qi in his whole body would immediately dye the entire Ulaanbaatar black. He just looked at each other quietly: "How to fulfill it?"
"Tell me, what did you let out just now?" With these words, the knives in all directions lowered a point. An indescribable weight, like a mountain descending, slammed down on Qin Ye's body. He groaned, his straight back bent.
On the blade, there is a lavender Yin Talisman, with the color of death, dreamy and dangerous. There are a total of seventeen knives, and the Yin Talisman forms a purple statue in the center.
It was wearing a cloak, with a slender figure, holding a human-high sickle in its hand, and its black wings fell endlessly. Di Ting widened his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Second Roman Covenant of Darkness... Peter, if you dare to touch a single hair on him, this king will be with you today!"
"Why don't I dare!!" Peter the Great, this skinny skeleton, the yin qi burst out at this moment, forming a dark vortex behind him, its bones surround it like a planetary belt, and the yin qi belonging to the king of hell broke out completely!
Brush Lala... The wind was like a mountain crossbow, and the entire Ulaanbaatar was instantly shrouded in the lewd power of the god of death. The trees in all directions swayed in this direction, all bending over. On the countless houses around, the glass shattered instantly, turning into crystal rain flowers all over the sky.
With his scream, countless echoing ghost cries echoed around the city. It's like Senluo hell. And the image of the god of death formed by Yin Qi became clearer and clearer, and Qin Ye's whole body was shaking slightly.
This is not fear.
It's an instinctive physiological response, feeling... Death is knocking on the door.
An indescribable icy cold came up from the blood vessels, the beating of the heart became slower and slower, and the breathing could not continue. The yin vortex that Peter the Great transformed into was right in front of them, and the ghostly fire looked at him wildly: "Listen, you should understand that deterrence is only in the case of not touching the bottom line."
"Now... we've done too much. We have no room for failure. Now that you've committed, don't think about anything else!"
"You're courting death!!" Before he finished speaking, Ji Ting's body suddenly swelled, and the entire building collapsed in an instant. The yin qi that was more terrifying than Peter the Great swept across the nine heavens and ten places, and the god of nine qi in mythology was about to reappear on the earth. At the same time, the cry of thousands of people broke out in the yin vortex of Peter the Great, mixed with joy and sorrow, pain, and cheers. Hands with blood-red eyes stretched out at the same time, and within a few seconds they expanded to hundreds of people. Big rice! Like a living Senra hell!
Yama to Yama! Death to Death!
At this moment, not only Mongolia, Northeast China, Inner Mongolia, and several provinces directly broke through the highest yin alarms! In front of Qin Ye, a shocking picture had already appeared.
Between the heavens and the earth, two tens of meters of monsters pointed their needles at the wheat awns, and the earth was cracked under their feet. A bright red boundary appeared between the heavens and the earth, and then... slowly expanded.
As if... Yama's duel tore apart the world and opened the entrance to the underworld.
"Are you really going to fight with this lord?" Peter the Great's voice was like thunder, but unfortunately, mortals couldn't hear it at all: "The two kings of hell show their true forms and fight, and Mongolia will be wiped off the map. You should know, I have no ill intentions. All I want is a promise! Make sure you don't do anything that scares us!"
"It's true... The underworld of China is strong, and the seven underworlds have never attacked the western barrier together. But..."
"This matter, since you nod your head, there is no way to back down!! I defend our dignity in the name of the Russian god of death!!"
boom! !
Before he finished speaking, the dark flames spread out on the opposite side, like a screen of fallen leaves in autumn, the yin condensed into an illusory face, licked his lips and sneered: "Dignity? Almost so disrespectful!"
"Then the king will come to teach you, what is the dignity of the Chinese underworld!!"
"Traveling on a shady mission, retreating in leisure! If you violate my heavenly power, you will be punished even if you are far away!!"
There was a slight tremor in the space, which was a sign that the two kings of hell had made a move. Their speed has surpassed the speed of sound, a true claw-splitting void. But at this moment, Zhen Ting suddenly stopped. And Peter the Great secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stopped at the same time.
Qin Ye indifferently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He patted Di Ting's hind leg, the other party stared at Qin Ye, Qin Ye also stared at the other party without giving an inch. After a few seconds, Zhen Ting snorted and turned into a Jingba again and fell into Qin Ye's arms.
"It's just to send a safety message to Fengdu." Qin Ye calmly seemed to have nothing happened just now: "I know... You guys are like birds of prey right now, for fear that what we sent back was a troop transfer message. But no, I'll do it again. Guaranteed by the reputation of Huaguo Underworld. Huaguo Underworld will never take action on this matter."
Peter the Great breathed a sigh of relief: "Then why don't you send it to the lord? Do you have to force a breakthrough when I tear the space?"
"You will believe it in front of you?" Qin Ye gasped for a while, and then said after a rest, "Since you don't believe it, do you want to take it apart?"
Peter the Great did not speak.
He thought, but dared not. At least not until the last step.
A few seconds later, the yin vortex suddenly shrank, and reincarnated into that gorgeously dressed skeleton, bowing politely, as if nothing had happened just now: "I'm taking the liberty."
"We are all testing each other, in the process of contacting each other. There will inevitably be some misunderstandings. We are also too nervous. So... "
He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the seventeen knives were retracted into their scabbards, and the illusory god of death instantly dissipated.
Qin Ye glanced at it calmly. The formation just now seemed to have dissipated, and there were still traces of purple ghost fires around a hundred meters in all directions, just enclosing them in the center.
"Please be quiet here and enjoy this closing ceremony." Peter the Great's figure gradually dissipated, and around the four-colored ghosts, countless shadowy soldiers faintly appeared: "Here... It will become extremely chaotic next. But at least, this lord It can guarantee your safety here. But if you get out of here... then, it is not necessarily... After all, the sword has no eyes... "
Sharala... He brought seventeen waiters out of the formation like shadows. Outside the formation, hundreds of Yin soldiers have surrounded this place at some point.
It was a knight.
Knights of the Ancient West.
Wearing silver armor with cracks and bloodstains on it, not only did it not make them look vulnerable, but everyone could feel the vicious aura on them. And... there are dozens of impermanence among them, and the rest are all detained souls!
Even when Peter the Great appeared, they didn't kneel or move. The long sword leaned on the ground, and the gloomy wind blew their blood-red cloaks. No Yin spirit dared to get close.
"Go..." As soon as he walked out of the formation, Peter the Great turned his head suddenly and looked deeply into the formation: "Look at them dead."
"Once there is any change, immediately activate the Second Roman Covenant of Darkness. You must persist until I or the Queen arrives."
"Yes!"
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In the center of the formation, Qin Ye didn't move, just stared at Peter's leaving back with cold eyes.
"You said... Will he really do something to us in the end?"
"No." Di Ting licked his lips and gritted his teeth: "This is the bottom line of the bottom line, and the Russian underworld doesn't dare. But... Why did you stop this king just now? This king is seriously injured, but it is enough to bluff him. "
"It's useless." Qin Ye retracted his gaze and stared at the western sky bloodthirsty: "The winner is not at all whether it can bluff him."
"When more than a dozen Holy Spirits came down at the same time... He knew what despair was."
"He won't believe every word we say at all." He looked at the purple ghost fires around him, they beat from time to time into Yin talismans, burning and submerging into the void: "They gambled too much, they were like birds of prey at any time, in a state of unease. In. Any of our actions may trigger a Yama-level war. Since this is the case... "
He looked into the distance: "Then just watch this big drama quietly."
Just when his words were not finished, the world suddenly rang with a buzzing like a bell.
thump…
This voice was heard not only in the underworld, but also in the overworld. Because of the sudden power outage just now, the uneasy citizens of Ulaanbaatar were all staring at the sky in amazement.
Right there, a blood-red fissure opened, and then it got bigger and bigger! It was as if the sky had rolled up the curtain, revealing the boundless sea of blood behind it. And in this gap, countless shadowy figures, like iron barrels, surrounded the city!
dong dong dong! However, the bell did not stop, but got louder and louder. At the center of the formation, Zhen Ting didn't talk about the topic just now, but sighed: "Take a good look..."
"The end of an underworld..."
"Are they... the underworld?" Qin Ye looked at the blood red and spoke calmly.
"The birthplace of Changshengtian, why not? It's a pity... Mongolia is too weak, and the theory of yin-yang intercommunication directly affects their yin division. They don't have the foundation of China to last until the dark past. Under the iron cavalry of the Russian underworld... Today is when they die."
"The Russian underworld doesn't even need to communicate with them... This bell, their last struggle... begins."
The last word fell, and in the next second, countless yin qi condensed in the air, and then... turned into six huge yin qi creatures, roaring and roaring, with hundreds of thousands of yin soldiers under their feet, sending out towards the blood-red curtain outside. Earth-shattering roar.
"Roar!!!"
Desolate and indignant, as if calling on all Mongolian Yin spirits to fight for the protection of the country.
White Deer, Brown Bear, Yak, Swan, Goshawk, Aoki. Their bodies almost covered the sky of Ulaanbaatar. However, these threatening roars were not moved at all, except for making the outer shadow soldiers' cloaks dance wildly.
This is not a close war.
But one-sided slaughter.