Golden Road.

Connecting the northern desert, the great separation, and pushing the border between Yunnan and Qingdao.

Eighteen mansions in a row, extending in all directions.

In the huge Yunzhou, nearly sixty percent of the underground trade is carried out here.

All merchants and traders who pass through the Golden Road must pay a fee to them in accordance with the rules in exchange for being able to travel all the way through the Golden Road.

Therefore, the eighteen mansions in a row are also known as the Golden Road.

It means that these eighteen prefectures are a golden road.

And it is precisely because the princes of the Eighteenth Road control the Golden Road and have a steady stream of financial support that they are enough to survive for so long and have not been exterminated by the Great Departure Dynasty.

The champion Hou Gaoliang is one of the princes of the Eighteen Roads of the Golden Road.

Holding great power, sitting on a government and thirteen cities, he is a veritable emperor of the soil.

Daliang Mansion, White Moon City.

The stars in the dark night are incomparably bright, and in the borderlands, it is rare to see the twinkling stars in the sky.

Since ancient times, the Golden Road has been mixed, and there are many bandits around the Golden Road who make a living by robbing past traders and pedestrians.

Therefore, in each city under the Eighteen Prefectures of the Golden Dao, a large number of elite troops were stationed.

One is to deter the surrounding bandits, and the other is to prevent sudden chaos.

After all, the Golden Road is not as peaceful as other places.

Without a huge military force, it is difficult to deter Xiaoxiao!

"Knock! knock!"

White Moon City, above the city tower, the guards patrolling the city patrolled the surroundings as usual, and found no abnormal situation.

But the sudden sound of the drums, with a strange dullness, made the guards patrolling the city feel inexplicably uneasy.

The sound of the drums was erratic, as if it were coming from the ears and from far away.

"Look, someone!"

Someone on the city tower suddenly shouted, and when he looked at it, only a few hundred people were slowly approaching White Moon City.

Looking at the direction in which those people appeared, someone wondered, "Who are these people? They can't be bandits, right?"

"It shouldn't be, where do the bandits have such the audacity to dare to appear here so blatantly!"

When these people were close enough to the city gate, the guards on the city tower immediately shouted: "Whoever is coming, report the name!"

At this time, Sorghum was under the castle tower, following the death row inmates in the demon camp, but because of his heavy injuries, Sorghum couldn't shout at all.

Otherwise, Sorghum desperately wants these guards to light the beacon fire and seek reinforcements.

Seeing that no one answered the city tower, the guards on the city tower continued to shout: "If you don't speak again, you will be treated as an enemy army, and you will be killed!"

As he spoke, a row of archers appeared on the city wall, and they took their bows and arrows and aimed them at the bottom of the castle tower.

At this moment, a young man who was neither tall nor short, and his body seemed to be very well-proportioned, walked out.

His eyes were fixed on the gate made of fine iron at the bottom of the castle tower, and then he walked forward step by step.

The closer the youth came to the gates, the faster and heavier his steps became.

In the end, with every step he took, he was able to step on the ground with a deep footprint.

Looking at the young man's actions, the people on the city tower were shocked: "What does he want to do? Could it be that he wants to hit the city gate?"

"How is it possible, this city gate is made of fine iron, weighs 10,000 catties, and hits the city gate?

"I think he's a fool!"

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, they had already seen the young man's entire body slam against the city gate.

"Boom!"

As if the heavens were shaking, the entire White Moon City was visibly shaken with the violent impact of that person.

And the huge and heavy city gate was not broken under the impact of the youth, but it was also knocked out of a clear indentation.

Seeing that the city gate had not been opened under his own impact, the young man showed a look of extreme dissatisfaction.

This result does not seem to be acceptable.

So he retreated, and without the slightest hesitation, slammed into the gate again.

This time, the speed of the young man was faster than before, and the sound of his footsteps on the ground was deeper.

The sound of each step is even clearer than the previous drum sound.

"Boom!"

When the young man's body hit the city gate again, the huge city gate moved backwards violently, dislocated and disconnected, and had completely deviated from its previous position.

But when the gate was not struck, the man returned again.

Looks like he's going to hit it again.

At this moment, the guards on the tower of the city finally reacted, and shouted repeatedly: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"Hurry up and let that person get close!"

They saw the horror of the young man, and if he really let him hit the city gate again, they were afraid that the city gate would really be broken.

But the young man did not react to the arrows on the tower, and the arrows fell on him as if they had landed on a stone, making a 'ding' sound.

It couldn't be stabbed into his body at all.

The guards on the tower could only watch as the young man slammed into the gate again.

This time, the young man seemed to have turned into a wild beast, and no longer retained any strength.

The depths of his eyes are constantly surging with quaint characters, and his whole body is burning with a terrifying red light.

"Hold, God, Bell!"

With a roar that resounded through the sky, when the young man slammed into the city gate again, a large bell that had been around him for many years suddenly covered him.

"Boom!"

The seemingly impregnable gate was torn apart and scattered in an instant.

The moment the gates were slammed open, the dull beat of drums sounded again.

The death row prisoners of the demon camp had already raised the ghost-headed war knife in their hands and quickly sank into the gate of White Moon City.

Soon after, a desolate wail resounded throughout White Moon City.

"They, they're slaughtering the city!?"

Sorghum listened to the sound coming from the city and looked at Ao Bei in shock.

Ao Bei said lightly: "If you break your promise, you will pay the corresponding price!"

"Here, just the beginning!"

Sorghum looked at Ao Bei's gaze as if he was looking at the devil, and roared angrily: "Do you want to slaughter my entire Daliang Mansion?"

An arc hung up at the corner of Ao Bei's mouth, which was extremely charming against the backdrop of the moonlight.

Said lightly: "Isn't it okay?"

After speaking, Ao Bei had already walked towards the White Moon City.

And Sorghum stayed where he was, unable to say a word, and his face had long since lost its blood.

He could accept his own death, but he never thought that the Great Liang Mansion would be destroyed because of one of his decisions.

Sorghum knows that Aobei is by no means joking.

Walking to the city gate, Ao Bei looked at the young man who had hit the door earlier, and nodded: "Not bad!"

This young man's name is Xiongkai, who was originally a bell-ringing boy in a temple, but later for unknown reasons was sent to the border and put on death row.

Hearing Ao Bei praise himself, Xiongkai scratched his head embarrassedly.

It took him three times to break open the city gate, which in his opinion he couldn't bear Ao Bei's praise at all.

But what Xiongkai didn't know was how amazing the origin of the Baotian Bell was.

Since Ao Bei took charge of the Twelve Heavens, only one god and demon has successfully comprehended the magical power of the Heavenly Bell.

That god and demon once collapsed the pillar of heaven and stabbed the heavens into a hole.

Since then, the bell has been lost!