Heavy snow.

An army was quietly waiting in the wasteland. Because the snow was extremely large, it seemed heavy. It fell on the armor and even made the puff sound of arrows falling on the skin drum.

The most leader was holding two golden ropes in his hand. At the end of the golden lock was the snow ape, which was twice as tall as an ordinary soldier.

When they smelled the familiar breath that finally appeared in the wind and snow, the two snow apes roared in a low voice at the same time.

"General Yelu, it's too much wind and snow, so why don't you rush to my camp and drink a pot of hot wine."

The armor on the head 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 seemed even more dazzling. The beams of light burned like golden sunlight, and finally caught the eye, as if there was an orange-red flame rolling.

He wore a pure gold face, and several unique runes were like tears, with crystal light spots flowing in it.

At this time, his voice penetrated the wind and snow, making all the flying snow in front of him boil like a pot of hot porridge.

"Why be kind."

A faint sound came from the wind and snow, but it contained unimaginable majestic sounds.

The boiling snow suddenly subsided and fell into the ground like heavy lead. There was only one person coming, but the sound of these snow falling into the ground seemed to be like thousands of troops following.

"You're not polite. My prince of the deposed Donghu and the general of the Wu clan country. At this time, the war between the Wu clan and the Qin clan had not yet stopped completely. He was not leading the army in the Wu clan, but he went for a walk in the Donghu wind and snow. How could he not fully entertain the landlords' friendship?"

The Donghu general looked at the man wearing a white fox-wool coat and said, "I hope General Yelu Canglang is kind to us and walk early to rest. Don't let me wait for a walk with you."

The man in the white fox-wool coat was Yelu Canglang, the number one person in Wushi. At this time, his face was calm. Looking at the huge army looming in the wind and snow and the vast world behind the army, there was a hint of unspeakable sigh in his eyes, but his tone was still cold and indifferent: "The Emperor Donghu has no other use. It is amazing to establish a prince. He has appointed five princes in a row, but he is not satisfied and all deposed. So even other countries in the other dynasties have only the eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince... Donghu has the eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince."

The tone of the Donghu general suddenly turned sharp: "General Yelu, you fled to the Wu family and became the Wu family general. My emperor did not pursue the matter and still became an ally with Donghu. He has already thought about his blood and blood. Why, are you trying to discuss the old debt today?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to send a letter." Yelu Canglang looked at the Donghu general and smiled faintly.

The Donghu general shook his head and said coldly: "It's a pity that no matter who you want to send a letter to, I will never let you pass."

"I know."

Yelu Canglang looked up slightly and smiled, "I know you will follow me, so the person who actually sent the letter should have delivered the letter to that person at this time."

The body of the Donghu general suddenly shook, and the golden light on his body was like countless golden ropes flying in the sky.

He suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

In the boundless blizzard, like at the end of the world, there is a huge and majestic shadow.

It was a mountain.

In legends of generations, the Donghu people believed that the Mount Gangpochi, where the gods live.

"What do you want to do?"

This Donghu General

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Ling turned around slowly, looked at Yelu Canglang, and said slowly: "Who do you want to send a letter to?"

Yelu Canglang looked at him without answering.

It was not because he didn't like this general, but because the answer was meaningless, because even he was not familiar with that person and did not understand it.

...

The huge mountain has huge cross-shaped steps.

Each stone steps that are several feet high are covered with eternal ice and snow, and meridians like blue and black gemstones, carrying a vicissitudes and strange power.

Not only the air, but also the vitality of heaven and earth becomes extremely thin at such a height.

At the bottom of the sacred mountain, close to the pastures that ordinary herders can provide, there are some grottoes, and many real ascetic monks live in it.

The ultimate pursuit of these monks is to minimize their own demands for this world, minimize their food intake as much as possible, and pursue the peace and joy of the spiritual world as much as possible.

In this winter when blizzards are coming, even these real ascetic monks have withdrawn from these caves. However, in a cave on the hillside, there is still an ascetic.

This cave is not deep, and in midsummer, the sun can fall to the end of the cave.

There are several venerables who cannot see their faces clearly on the stone walls on both sides. The faces seemed a bit ferocious, but because the time of carving has passed, it is entangled with the smell of time, and in the dark environment, it has a kind of compassion.

At the end of the cave, there were some dark purple cotton pads, covered with frost, and an extremely thin old monk sat on it.

The old monk's skin seemed to be tanned leather, tightly pressing against the bones of his body. However, when he opened his eyes, his eyes were crystal clear, emitting a real five-color light.

A young man with a sword on his back appeared at the entrance of the cave. As he opened his eyes, his figure was reflected in the depths of his pupils.

Feeling the smell of the unique sword in that city, the old monk felt that this was a fateful encounter. He spoke, and the vocal cords in his throat sounded for the first time after not vibrating for many years, making a gentle sound, "Are you from Changling?"

The young man bowed and said, "My younger generation, Li Xixing, was born in Changling, is from Qin. Senior, your old friend, please ask me to bring you something."

"Old friend?"

The old monk looked at the young man in confusion and asked without any emotion: "What?"

Li Xixing stood up, a piece of wood in his hand bounced out and landed in front of the old monk.

When this piece of wood flew in the air, the old monk's eyes shone brightly, and several statues of the venerable on the stone walls on both sides made some strange sounds. The spiritual energy suddenly emerged in the air with thin energy, spraying out of the cave entrance like a fountain.

An inexplicable clash of gold and iron sounded.

The old monk stood up.

While he stood up, the piece of wood stayed in front of him, and then turned into powder in his breath, dissipating and disappearing, while several lines on the piece 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 Wu family have a good relationship." Li Xixing said.

The old monk thought about it and said with real joy: "Okay."

"What else do you have?"

"there is none left."

"good."

When the second one is said

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) "When the word " is ", the old monk disappeared from this cave.

A vast and vast meaning of emptiness and brightness passed through Li Xixing's body and suddenly disappeared.

Li Xixing has seen countless strong men, especially those like Gu Huai, who have seen them. However, such aura still made him breathe.

...

A hill is covered with buildings in three colors: yellow, white and crimson.

These towering buildings that suppress the mountain are the imperial palace of Donghu.

In many ground floor buildings of these palaces, countless serfs were wailing under the whip, and many female slaves' white and tender bodies were crying under the fat body of their masters.

Donghu and the dynasties in the world at this time were different. Except for the powerful, the rest were all slaves.

Outside the palace, soldiers holding golden swords were inspecting.

A barefoot old monk appeared on the main mountain road of the palace without any 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 Zhen should be the Emperor Donghu.

The general wanted to ask again, but the monk's steps did not stop at all.

The general let out a sharp roar and couldn't help but take action.

The mountain road suddenly surged, and countless soldiers rushed from the mountain roads in all directions in the palace.

A wooden stick appeared in the old monk's hand.

The wooden stick is black, like a burnt fire stick.

When this wooden stick appeared, his pace slowed down and any terrible aura disappeared, like an ordinary monk who did not understand practice at all and had never practiced before.

However, the terrible aura was gathered in the wooden stick in his hand.

He was just very simple, without any fancy handing out the wooden stick, hitting people or weapons close to his body.

No one shot was lost, and no one could withstand his blow.

Whether it is a low-level practitioner in the third and fourth realms, or even a few generals in the seventh realm, there is no difference before his wooden stick.

Just a stick, blood and flesh flew across his body and died.

"Who are you?"

No one could stop the old monk's attack. The old monk penetrated straight into the palace and appeared in front of Emperor Donghu. In the extremely panic-sounding voice of Emperor Donghu, the old monk simply handed out the wooden stick again and hit the Donghu Emperor's head.

With a puff, Emperor Donghu's head exploded easily like a paper lantern.

The entire Donghu Palace suddenly became silent like the wind and snow.

The old monk turned around and walked straight out along the mountain path when he came.

The sword intent on the wooden talisman awakened the most lacking true meaning in his practice, which was actually the word "". If the light is enough to pass through the river, why should I step on a floating reed?

If you do this today, no one can resist the entire Donghu Palace, he naturally only needs to use the best method.

Killing Emperor Donghu like this, the people in the Donghu Palace will naturally gradually know his identity and know that he is the strongest practitioner of Donghu today.

"Friendship with Wu."

When he walked out of the palace, he turned his head slightly and said this to the people in the palace.
Chapter completed!