Nanyue had a premonition before Zhongluo asked to return to the Blazing Rock Field. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The reaction that came after the info bell confirmed her suspicion.

Wan Yan Min is in trouble.

For a long time, Nanyue concluded that Wan Yan Min had a side of the world hiding from her, and it was for this reason to a certain extent. Wan Yan Min is a puppet emperor who has pretended to be sick for fourteen years, but every time he leaves the palace, he will be remembered. The group of dead soldiers who were in Yancheng last time were definitely not ordinary people. And this time I dare to ambush at the foot of the imperial city, I am afraid that it will be even more vicious.

She had to find him herself, herself.

Yu Li, only he and Zhong Luo knew about it. If the bell falls, it will cause chaos among the courtiers, and it may also startle the snakes - the enemy may be at the altar. And she, an ugly queen who can't help but be weak, left the altar without attracting too many people's attention.

Yu Qing, Wan Yanmin's life and death are uncertain, and she can't wait for news in the palace.

He couldn't just disappear, she didn't have anything to tell him, she couldn't!

Nanyue took advantage of everyone's inattention to rob an old horse, entered the forest from the trail, and left everything behind. She believed that Zhong Luo would deal with it, including the reason for the emperor's disappearance, the explanation and appeasement of the courtiers. She only has one goal now, which is to find Wan Yan Min.

The horseshoe prints in the woods are very mixed. Nanyue held the reins and carefully observed the ground, and found a lone trace from the deep and shallow mottling of humans and animals.

To be exact, it was the hoof marks of two horses, which only later became one.

Wan Yanmin left alone.

In other words, he and Zhong Luowu broke away from the team, and finally separated again.

Nanyue could only make so many inferences based on the mess on the ground, as for why Wan Yanmin and Zhong Luo did this, she really didn't have time to think about it.

Nanyue followed the row of shallow hoof prints, the woods getting denser, and the sky darkened.

The wind was strong in the depths of the forest, and the dust and sand were staggered and covered, annihilating all traces of the original.

The horse's hoof prints were broken, and there was no clue in the silent and empty deep forest.

Nanyue steadied the horse and spun in place, Tianyu had already taken on a beautiful royal blue, and this kind of eyes was a little too cool for a person. The branches of the old tree slanted out horizontally, brewing a dark silhouette, and the forest was terrifying.

Where will it be?

Nanyue, who had no goals to follow, began to panic a little. But anyone who has the experience of being alone in the middle of nature will understand the uneasiness caused by the vast silence and coolness of the human heart.

Nanyue began to pray that Yan Min had returned to the palace safely, hoping that all this was just a thrilling accident caused by him on a whim. Since when was she so afraid of the sudden departure of this strange and bad person. She hadn't seen her for a few days, as if she had sucked away something quite important from her soul.

She dismounted, leaving her horse where it was, chewing and filling her belly, while she went deeper into the jungle.

Nanyue, whose feet touched the earth, suddenly felt an inexplicable peace of mind in her heart.

All the nights in the world are the same. The night was scary at first, but then calm.

In the depths of the forest were stars that were scattered in the sky and became the jewels of Rob. Nanyue almost let go of the uneasiness in her heart with something that could be called her mind, and began to walk with a star. It was as if the star could give her direction and courage, prompting her to clear her mind and fly to the right place.

The soul is really flying, Nanyue closed her eyes and tried to catch the faint starlight in her mind. As her heart became quieter, she became more and more confident that the light would take her where she was to go.

Wan Yanmin is going through a fierce battle.

Soon after he separated from Zhong Luo, this group of dead soldiers appeared, carrying the wind of slaughter, slowly gathering from all directions. Black hat and black robe, I don't know my face, and even the pattern on the hem of the robe is exactly the same as the time I was in Yancheng. It was not the first time that the dead soldiers of the Nine Pavilions had to put him to death.

Their arrival five times and three times confirmed a certain guess of Wan Yan Min, and also made Wan Yan Min's more than ten years of precautions have real use. He had always suspected that Nan Aotian was having an affair with the forces of the rivers and lakes, but he didn't expect it to be the Nine Pavilions. If the Nine Pavilions were really controlled by Nan Aotian, then the true strength of this weak prime minister had developed to an immeasurable level.

There is only one poison in the rivers and lakes that dies as soon as it touches it, and it is called seeing blood and sealing the throat.

There is only one group of forces in the rivers and lakes that only needs one second to kill people, and they are called the Nine Dead Soldiers.

And both of these come from a sect - the Nine Pavilions.

Since Yan Min's identity was revealed, this sect, which had disappeared for many years, began to regain its activity. The response is swift and the precision of the attack is overwhelming. Except for the people of the DPRK and China, no one has such ability.

Wan Yanmin sneered alone in front of the eighteen dead soldiers who gathered like huge flies. Nan Xiang is actually the most mysterious Nine Pavilions master in the martial arts.

Interesting. The road is harder than previously thought.

And the harder it is, the more interesting it is. Wan Yan Min began to gather his internal qi

The dead men were silent.

The dead man of the Nine Pavilions cut his tongue, cut his nose, and stripped off the entire face from his hairline, poured mercury on the fleshy human face, and then the painter adjusted the painting to give the human face a new one. They are all lonely teenagers selected from all over the world, thrown into the Tibetan mastiff group to fight, and after they come out, they will fight with other survivors, and the ones who survive are eligible to become dead soldiers.

This group of ghost-like beings has a lonely background because they have been abandoned since childhood, because they have experienced inhuman treatment and have a natural numbness to all pain, because they are accustomed to seeing their own life and the life and death of others, and they have a ruthlessness to life like ants, such people are most suitable for becoming dead soldiers.

To be precise, they are not human because they have no heart.

Wan Yan Min had to face eighteen such living dead alone. The Ghost Thirty-Six Riders were not among the hunting party, and they were spent by him to do more important things.

The Facelings are getting closer. The corners of Wan Yanmin's lips became more and more smiling, and his ice eyes glowed with a chill deeper than the night, which contained an incomparably clear distant sky.

He may have underestimated Nan Aotian's strength, but Nan Aotian didn't underestimate him. It's not that he didn't think about using the ninth-order sword technique to deal with these dead soldiers. With one against eighteen, it may be difficult, but there must be a chance of victory. But the dead have immortal bodies, and if you can't crush them today, it is equivalent to exposing all your hole cards.

Wan Yanmin has never been a rash person, and today is not the time to meet head-on. His account with Nan Aotian will not end here. He needs to get rid of the flies, but he can't kill them, which makes him a bit depressed.

The dead soldiers don't need to calculate, they don't do it immediately, not because they need to make the most exquisite and perfect calculations at the most critical moment like Wan Yan Min, but because they are calculating the strength of their opponents.

The dead man who can stand up from thousands of dry bones, although he has no heart, is not without brains.