"There is another accident on the border between Tibetan and Indian states!" Zheng Zhiguo hurriedly found Beilong and the headquarters:

"Xiao Bei, you have to do it again!"

Something happened again between Tibetan and Indian borders? Beilong was stunned: "Commander, don't worry, what happened again?"

As a reborn person, Beilong only knew that there was a bad behavior in the end of the world that the Dark Earth Mother Goddess of India led a large number of zombies to China. That incident not only affected the changes in China, but also affected the relationship between China and India. It even directly created the 42nd strange king and the fifth sword god of the Mahatma Association. This matter has been solved by Beilong long ago.

Why did it come again?

"Xiao Bei, have you heard of Yasha?" Zheng Zhiguo said with a serious expression: "The monster in Indian mythology!

"The Buddhist scriptures are a kind of ugly ghost, brave, violent and evil, and can eat people. Some of them were later taught by the great Buddha and became the gods of the Dharma protectors and were listed as one of the eight tribes of the Heavenly Dragons, but they really appeared!"

As he said that, Zheng Zhiguo turned on his phone and called out the photos of Yasha to Beilong: "This is the information sent back by our comrades lurking in India. These Yasha were all evolved by Indian monks. They were controlled by Master Sanjay of the Dark Earth Mother Goddess, who was the junior brother of Master Salman last time!

"This Sanjay is even more powerful than Salman. He commanded more than a hundred yakshas, ​​including more than twenty winged ones. He followed the route Salman walked and prepared to cross the Himalayas to our China..."

"Along the route Salman walked?" Bei Long looked at the electronic map on Zheng Zhiguo's desk with a strange look.

As the party involved in personally intercepting Salman's zombie army, Bellon of course knew the route Salman had taken very well.

After checking the route, Beilong smiled: "Commander, don't worry about this matter. They should have been wiped out now."

"The whole army was wiped out? Why?" Zheng Zhiguo looked suspicious: Xiao Bei doesn't brag about his important matters...

"Remember the Tianwaitian I told you?" Beilong stroked his finger on the electronic map: "From Daba Mountain in the east, Dalou Mountain in the west, Himalayas in the north, Kunlun Mountain in the north, and Ailao Mountain in the south.

"Tianwaitian is roughly within this range, and it actually coexists with us, but it uses formations to isolate the exchanges.

"But now that the spiritual energy of Tianwai Tian collapsed, all the formations have been lifted, so Tianwai Tian and the human world have been opened."

Beilong's finger finally landed in the Himalayas: "The route Salman took belongs to the sphere of influence of the Wanpo Palace!"

"Ten Thousand Poison Palace?" Zheng Zhiguo has already learned something about Tianwaitian in the past two days: "One of the five great divine gates of Tianwaitian?"

"Yes." Beilong lit a cigarette leisurely: "So I said they should have been wiped out now."

"..." Zheng Zhiguo didn't know where Beilong got such strong confidence: This is Yasha!

Yasha in Buddhist mythology!

Even if the sky is outside the sky, the Yasha will compete with the gods, right?

But Bei Long is Zheng Zhiguo's number one favorite general after all, so Zheng Zhiguo couldn't say anything hurtful.

He could only secretly think in his heart, secretly transfer a master with Beilong on his back, so as to avoid being killed by Yasha...

However, at this moment, Zheng Zhiguo's cell phone suddenly started to shake, and it turned out that there was a video call to be answered.

Without avoiding Beilong, Zheng Zhiguo directly connected the video call, and a face with deep hatred appeared on the screen.

Bei Long knew this face with great bitterness and grudges. His name was Yao Yuan, and his character was four or six, and he was the commander of the Tibetan Prefecture Governor.

He has not suffered much or owed much grudge. He has just grown such a face.

"Report to the commander!" Yao Yuan saluted Zheng Zhiguo, and a hint of fear appeared on his face, which was deeply bitter and revengeful: "A black dragon appeared on the Himalayas, which could be about one thousand meters long!

"Sangjie and his Yasha army encountered a black dragon, but they were all eaten by the black dragon..."

"A black dragon that is one thousand meters long?" Zheng Zhiguo was shocked: This is the biggest monster I have ever heard of so far!

If this black dragon does evil in Zangzhou, its harm will be much greater than that of more than one hundred yakshas!

"Old Yao," Zheng Zhiguo said with a serious look on his face: "Get people organized immediately and prepare to encircle this black dragon..."

"Wait a minute!" Bei Long interrupted: "Commander, if this black dragon cannot move, there will be a big mess!"

"Why?" Zheng Zhiguo asked back without any offense. Yao Yuan was surprised. Unexpectedly, there were still people in the Southwest Military Region who dared to deny Zheng Zhiguo in person, and Zheng Zhiguo did not turn against him and asked why...

Beilong: "This black dragon is the pet of Tang Jin, the lord of the Ten Thousand Poison Palace. It must have been Tang Jin sent it to destroy the Yasha army."

"This is unscientific!" Zheng Zhiguo's face changed drastically: A black dragon that is one thousand meters long is... a pet?

I won’t talk about anything else, just the shovelers need to be in the same group, right?

"Commander, this is the picture we took!" Yao Yuan opened an ultra-definition large picture for Zheng Zhiguo to see. It was the photo of the black dragon devouring the Yasha army. Yao Yuan deliberately enlarged the ultra-definition large picture countless times, and then Zheng Zhiguo saw a petite figure on the black dragon's head.

"This is..." Zheng Zhiguo was stunned, and Bei Long said: "She is the Lord of the Wandu Palace, Tang Jin!"

Zheng Zhiguo: “…”

...

When Zheng Zhiguo and Bei Long saw this photo, Tang Jin had already taken the black dragon into India!

Shimla is the capital of Himachal Pradesh in the northernmost part of India. The incident linked to Shimla is the McMahon Line.

As a famous summer resort and tourist city, Shimla was dispatching an armored division to siege a mutant image!

This mutant image is as high as twenty stories high, like a black mountain moving in the city, with four thick thighs like pillars of the sky, so thick that it seems to be able to support a sky together!

It rushed around, stomping on several cars with each foot, and never looked back when it was going on.

Its mouth bared four huge white, thick and long ivory, as if it were four sharp scimitars!

The eighteen-meter-long "big knife" can easily penetrate the tank. The tank's steel armor is as fragile as big wavy potato chips in front of the eighteen-meter-long sword!

The most terrifying thing is its black, thick and long nose, like a half-piece of a train, but it is so agile that it can pick up the embroidery needles on the ground.

It has a long nose and a roll of more than a dozen soldiers, skillfully stuffing them into its bloody mouth and eating them!

"Boom boom boom boom--"
Chapter completed!