I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Night falls.

Haoyue Changming.

The velvet black curtain is embroidered with stars.

In front of the town Shenmu Forest, on the banks of the Taiping River.

In the main hall of the fenced courtyard, Qi Qing sat cross-kneeled, and in front of him was the jade box containing the head of a dumb person.

For hundreds of years, Tsing Yi has traveled around the world, stepping on every corner of the Xiangang Continent.

As a land immortal, he witnessed mountains and rivers shift, rivers drying up, and dynasties falling.

I have witnessed too many mortals dying of old age and sickness, emperors turning loess, and red powder as skeletons.

Qi Qingyan thought that his Dao heart had been tempered long ago and was tough enough, and I stood still in the east, west, south and north winds.

However, on this day alone, the land immortal who burned the sky and cooked the sea and ate and drank dew was played wantonly like a monkey by a small so-called Seventh Prince of Weidu.

This day, for Tsing Yi, will be unforgettable for a lifetime, like a nightmare.

It’s like a beggar in the mud who rides on the head of the emperor and and pees.

The emperor who kills and kills is helpless.

“Nest!”

“What a mother~”

Qi Qingyan gritted his teeth, and the terrifying murderous intent gushing out of his heavy pupils almost wanted to submerge the heavens and the earth.

On this day, Yu Daoxin had already generated a heart demon.

If you can’t hold back this suffocation in your heart and spit it out, then hundreds of years of cultivation will be like a deflated leather ball, pouring out.

Tsing Yi suddenly raised his head and looked outside the house where the mercury was pouring down.

After a while, a cat-like white-haired rat sneakily broke into the fenced courtyard.

In front of Tsing Yi, the white-haired rat came to the front of the hall.

The rat body suddenly stood upright like a human.

The mouse’s eyes are red.

“Mr. Qi, my master asked me to come to see you.”

Qi Qingyan pressed the big yellow dog that suddenly got up back to the floor, and his heavy pupils narrowed slightly.

“Master? South Candle? The

white-haired rat nodded humanely.

……

The town is Yuelai Inn.

Second floor.

Zhao Mang, Ye Zhaoqiu, Liufeng, Gu Wuyang, four people at a table, are enjoying dinner.

“Ooooh~”

A Janissary suddenly went upstairs, clutching a letter tightly in his hand.

“Seventh Highness, the letter that Mr. Qi sent someone to hand over to you.”

The Janissaries respectfully offered the letter with both hands.

Zhao Mang put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

Only then did he take it and open the envelope.

A piece of rice paper, few words.

“Little two.”

“Master, you order.”

Xiao Er, who was waiting at the entrance of the stairs, hurried forward.

While burning the envelope with the letter paper, Zhao Mang asked, “Where is Bu Zhoushan?”

Xiao Er respectfully replied: “Master, go out of the town and go south, and after about half an hour, you can see an extremely majestic mountain.”

“After walking for about an hour, you can reach the bottom of Mount Buzhou.”

Liufeng was curious: “Seventh Highness, that pair of masters and apprentices are hiding in this mountain?”

Zhao Mang nodded.

“Rest well tonight, find a small town tomorrow, and take us to this mountain.”

“Liufeng, just in case, Ming’er, you stay at the inn.”

“If we don’t come back after dark, there’s a high probability we’re dead.”

“At that time, you will quickly return to the Wei capital and pray to your father.”

Liufeng was stunned and said, “Your Highness, have you imagined that mysterious master surnamed Chen as too powerful?”

“No matter how terrifying that person is, can he still be worthy of Qi Qingyan, a heavenly person?”

Zhao Mang left his seat, pushed open the window, and looked at the silhouette of the mountains standing quietly in the distance.

“You may not believe it.”

“Since nightfall, I have always felt a little restless, as if the sky is about to collapse.”

“It’s never felt like this, it’s terrible.”

……

Following.

The sun was shining, cloudless, and it was a good weather.

At the entrance of the town, twenty-nine Janissaries took out twenty-nine fine bows from Zhao Mang’s luxurious chariot.

The bow is called a 10,000-stone bow, and the materials for making it are difficult to find, and there are only 7,000 pieces in the great Wei Kingdom.

If you don’t have the power to kill the lion and tiger with your bare hands, it will be difficult to pull this bow.

With sharp arrows forged from stainless steel, you can easily wear gold cracked stones.

The junior of Yuelai Inn was the guide, with Zhao Mang, Ye Zhaoqiu, Gu Wuyang, and twenty-nine Janissaries with 10,000-stone bows, long knives hanging from their waists, and arrow bags on their backs.

Under the gaze of many residents of the town, the group rushed to Buzhou Mountain.

……

Half an hour later.

Zhao Mang raised his eyes and looked away.

At the end of the distant sky, stands a huge majestic mountain.

Halfway up the mountainside, the clouds are shrouded in fog, as if towering into the extraterrestrial starry sky.

“So big, so tall, really magnificent!”

Zhao Mang couldn’t help but marvel.

“Your Highness, the sky has changed~”

The girl in white Ye Zhaoqiu Liuye frowned slightly.

After being reminded, Zhao Mang and others were shocked.

Before entering the mountain, the wind is beautiful and the sky is blue.

It was only half an hour, and the sky was already full of thick lead clouds.

One hour later.

The outline of the towering mountain became clearer and clearer, like a creeping wild beast.

The canopy of towering ancient trees shades the sky, and the leaves overlap each other, rendering the environment of the deep mountains and old forests gloomy and gloomy.

Dozens of people walking in the forest sea were silent, and the surrounding silence could not even be heard from the crisp chirping of birds.

“Whew~” The

mountain breeze blew through, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

“Wait!”

Ye Zhaoqiu, a girl in white, suddenly spoke up.

“What’s wrong?”

Zhao Mang turned his head and asked.

The girl said with a grim expression, “That little two… Where did it go?!

Zhao Mang jerked his head back to the front of the group.

The twenty-nine Janissaries were also vigilant and looked around.

Xiao Er is gone!

In full view!

The mountain breeze is bone-chilling, and the old forest is gloomy.

Zhao Mang was uncontrolled and retreated to Ye Zhaoqiu’s side.

Tightly clinging to the weak and boneless body of the girl in white.

Feeling the soft temperature under the thin clothes, the heart beating in the chest of the Seventh Prince of Weidu calmed down slightly.

“Here it comes!”

Ye Zhaoqiu’s hand slammed over the ancient sword box behind him.

“Array!”

In the midst of the heavy cheers, the twenty-nine Janissaries quickly formed a square circle formation, surrounding Zhao Mang, Ye Zhaoqiu, and Gu Wuyang in the middle.

“Click~”

First, a blazing lightning bolt fell from the clouds and penetrated the heavens and the earth.

This was followed by a deafening thunder, rumbling through the sky.

“Boom!”

The sky seems to have broken a hole.

Large swathes of the sea are falling.

The storm blurred everyone’s vision in an instant.

Bean raindrops, crackling and pouring on everyone, quickly took away the heat in the body.

His eyes were eroded by the rain, and it was sour, Zhao Mang subconsciously raised his arm and wiped his face with his palm.

“Be careful!”

“Ugh!”

Ye Zhaoqiu’s reminder and the screams of the Janissaries suddenly exploded in his ears.

Zhao Mang shivered fiercely.

Seeing that the Praetorian Guard was dragged by a terrifying and treacherous force into the depths of the rain curtain.

Soon, a clicking chewing sound penetrated the rain curtain and penetrated everyone’s ears.

This is…… Are you eating people?!

Such a seemingly absurd thought arose in everyone’s mind.

The rain became heavier, and everyone was drenched in soup chicken.

The sound of chewing is sometimes strong and weak, and sometimes far and near.

Ahead, behind you.

On the left, on the right.

Everywhere!

Zhao Mang’s throat squirmed, and his scalp was numb.

Even though he was closely protected by many Janissaries, the Seventh Prince of Wei Capital still did not have even the slightest sense of security.

“Front left!!”

Ye Zhaoqiu’s coquettish voice was crushed by the rain in an instant.