Darkness and tranquility became the main theme of the land in an instant.

The bonfire in the Yue's camp was still burning in place, making a "crackling" sound, but there was no trace of laughter in the huge camp.

The Qin Ruishi who poured into the Yue Clan's camp guarded the entire camp like sculptures.

They suppressed the atmosphere of the entire camp to the extreme, and for a time the entire camp was in an extremely oppressive state.

It was a dead silence.

Dressed in aristocratic attire, Chanton was forced to hold his head in his hands and his whole body on the ground.

He was terrified.

This fear comes from the unpredictable unknown.

Who defeated the Yue tribe and defeated the tens of thousands of wolves bestowed by that divine messenger?

Who has such strength above the steppe?

Touman said: Only the gods can fight the gods.

Or is there a god on the steppe again?

Zenton had countless questions in his mind, but he didn't dare to speak.

He had no doubt that the long knives in the hands of these people were sharp.

Therefore, he could only honestly hold his head and lie on the ground.

The grass on the grass in the camp had a hint of dewy coolness, which drenched Zenton's cheeks and added a touch of coolness to the solemn atmosphere.

Lying on the ground, Zendun's ears tried to listen to all the sounds that were happening in the camp, trying to find the information he needed.

Finally, after a long dead silence, a penetrating voice rang out.

"The Yue tribe has finished controlling, please instruct. ”

The military marquis who led the team among Qin Ruishi reported loudly at the avenue where Qin Ruishi entered.

Zenton's face pressed against the grass furrowed.

Although Chanton was lying on the ground and could not see the figure of the speaker, he could still tell that it was the language of the Eastern countries.

Even if Chanton couldn't tell which country it was, he could still recognize the voice, which was the accent of the Zhao soldiers when he fought against Zhao in the past.

The general named Li Mu left a deep impression on Chanton.

While he was pondering, everything in the camp fell silent again.

At the entrance of the camp, Zhao Zheng, who was dressed in black, waved his hand gently, and the military marquis who reported bowed, and then retreated silently.

Zhao Zheng, who was dressed in black, glanced at Xuandu lightly, and then strode towards the camp.

Zenton lay on the ground, waiting for the silence to be broken until rustling footsteps rang out.

Zenton tilted his head slightly, but saw two figures in the distance approaching.

Zen didn't dare to tilt his head too obviously, limited by the angle, so he could only see the two of them's pretenses clearly, but he couldn't see their faces.

But this kind of caftan was worn only among the nobility of the Eastern countries.

Zen Dun said in his heart: Could it be that there is also a god among the eastern countries?

Then, after the two figures, he saw a familiar figure - the king of the Yue clan.

And the king of the Yue clan was pressed by the two Qin Ruishi on Zhao Zheng's side, and he was firmly pressed by Qin Ruishi's shoulders with both hands, and there was no trace of pride in his expression.

But the Yue Clan's expression was still confused, he couldn't believe that he had been defeated so quickly and so vulnerable.

"Where's your totemic oracle?"

Zhao Zheng tilted his head lightly and asked softly.

It was still the same tone as he was when he saw the King of the Yue Clan, it seemed that nothing had changed, but everything had changed.

Hearing this, the Yue Clan King seemed to grasp the last straw that saved his life, and roared sharply:

"I have been commanded by the divine messenger to take the place of the divine will, and you cannot kill me. ”

Zhao Zheng smiled, he slowly turned around, gently lifted the head of the Yue Clan King with his hand, and looked at the Yue Clan King condescendingly.

"Sure enough, it's a foreign barbarian. ”

"Drink less in the future, or your already dull mind will not be enough. ”

After speaking, Zhao Zheng raised his head and said:

"Is your last hope for the so-called Divine Emissary?"

"Politics will help you destroy it. ”

Lying on the ground, Zen suddenly heard every word clearly.

His heart was beating wildly, and it was amazing.

If the one who speaks, it is not a wild speech.

Then there may be a battle of the gods tonight.

Releasing the head of the Yue Clan King in his hand, the young Zhao Zheng turned his head to look around at the captives around him, and then turned his gaze to the tallest white tent.

There he felt the demonic aura, this demonic aura was very familiar, in the past in the Taiyin Academy, he had also fed those experimental monsters.

This demonic aura belongs to the demon rabbit.

"If you're smart enough, come out on your own!"

"Don't let me do it. ”

Zhao Zheng's voice resounded softly throughout the Yue Clan's tent, not angry but mighty.

Under the quiet night, spread all over the world.

Zenton lay on the ground, and his heart was beating wildly.

Do they still know each other?

So do all these gods come from the same place?

More and more doubts began to appear in Zendun's mind.

He felt as if he had discovered a huge secret.

It seems that there really is a place where gods live in this world.

In the vast night, Zhao Zheng's voice followed the sound waves into the vast camp.

In the extravagant and gorgeous tent, the white rabbit leaned on the guardrail of the extremely gorgeous fox fur bed, trembling incessantly.

Ever since the sound of the battle sounded, the White Rabbit seemed to feel a sharp arrow hanging above its head, as if it was about to fall at any moment, as if every moment was between life and death.

Then it knew that its doom was coming.

And when Zhao Zheng's voice sounded, the white rabbit instantly recalled the owner of this voice.

In that gorgeous palace, there was once a black-clothed young man who fed the demon clan, and among all the people who talked to the master, his status seemed to be the highest, because when the master spoke, many of them had a trace of respect.

"Is that him?"

The White Rabbit instantly lost the mind to resist, and the people in that palace were not able to resist.

In the White Rabbit's mind, it is the abode of the gods, and all the people it sees are eternal and immortal gods.

As a demon, how could it rebel against the gods?

The white rabbit fell from the fox fur's bed.

Outside the camp, all the Yue's people subconsciously looked in the direction of the huge camp.

And the king of the Yue clan stared at the pure white tent with his eyes firmly fixed.

That was his last reluctance.

Zen on the earth, listening carefully to every sound with both ears.

He wanted to know where all the gods came from.

The curtain of the big tent seemed to be blown by a long wind, and a snow-white rabbit jumped out of it.

Without the solemn atmosphere imagined by the Yue Clan's king, the white rabbit fell lightly to the ground, his head touching the ground.

The little rabbit didn't dare to resist, just wanted to know what the little rabbit had done. ”

The so-called messengers of the gods, the so-called reliance, are like the most ridiculous jokes at this moment.