"Whew... Finally ......"

The red blurred figure walked for a long time into the depths of the desert before slowly stopping, looking around for a long time, and finally his eyes stayed at the forefront, and he slowly spoke to himself in his terrifying voice that was almost like a beast.

The red figure slowly withdrew his eyes from the front, and looked up at the pitch-black night sky, above the night sky, it was pitch black, the moon was long gone, and there was no trace of starlight, it was completely monotonous darkness......

It was as if at this moment, there was no light in the whole world.

Reluctantly retracting his gaze from the pitch-black night sky, the red figure slowly carried the long black coffin tightly wrapped around his back, and gradually moved deeper into the desert Gobi......

......

"General... The armored pickup truck, which was transporting supplies to the branch, was robbed on the winding road of the Refining Sacrifice Mountain... Lechen ......"

In front of the long table, Hong Liao knelt down on one knee, bowed his head tightly, and reported to work intermittently and carefully.

He didn't have the courage to stand in front of him anymore and face the young man sitting in front of him on the seat behind the long table.

During this period of time, the team he led had two missions, but they were not completed, which made him shameless to face Le Sheng.

Others may not know, but he Hongliao has been working under Le Sheng for many years, and he never shows any expression on his face easily, but if he really starts to be ruthless, it is estimated that even those big people who often play with people's hearts in the federal conference hall will not blink an eye when they kill him.

You must know that more than half of these so-called spiritual cultivators were jointly trained by Lesheng and that organization.

And in the special training camp of that organization, these so-called spiritual cultivators who were originally relying on their innate spiritual power that ordinary people could not match, all of them willingly lowered their arrogant heads under the fists and feet of Le Sheng's cold-faced general.

It can be said that in the special training camp of that organization, these unruly people were completely beaten up by Le Sheng.

Of course, in the special training camp, there are countless so-called spiritual cultivators who were crushed by Le Sheng's neck.

The spiritual cultivators who originally regarded themselves as superior in front of ordinary people in the outside world are indeed like chicks in front of Le Sheng, being kneaded at will, no matter how decent you are in the outside world with your own spiritual power, you are like ants in front of Le Sheng.

Someone once roughly estimated that if a hundred spiritual practitioners entered the camp every year, either voluntarily or forcedly, half would die in the test, and only a few would survive the other half under the command of Lesheng.

Therefore, Le Sheng's ruthlessness and ruthlessness also earned him an extremely apt title among the countless spiritual practitioners in the special training camp, "Cold-faced butcher".

Le Sheng never showed any superfluous expressions in front of those spiritual cultivators, and he was always so indifferent as frost.

Now Hong Liao, I can't help but think of the time not long after I first entered the special training camp, I wanted to use my spiritual power stunt to provoke Le Sheng, but he was abused half to death by his one-handedness, and from beginning to end, Hong Liao's self-proud spiritual power stunt did not play the slightest use.

"Those guys in the prison world again?"

Le Sheng's eyes froze, and the tip of the pen in his hand turned unconsciously, and under the not too bright light on the table, there was an extremely palpitating cold glow.

Seeing this, Hong Liao suddenly felt an inexplicable chill enveloping the room in his heart, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing for a while.

For the black fountain pen that Le Sheng has always carried in his hand, Hong Liao knows best, other people's pens are used to write, and the pen in Le Sheng's hand, Hong Liao dares to swear that there must not be as many people as killed by his pen tip when he writes.

Once in that extremely cruel and dark special training camp, countless spiritual practitioners were easily crushed to death by Le Sheng with that plain-looking fountain pen.

If in the eyes of the spiritual practitioners in those special training camps, Le Sheng is a butcher who kills people without blinking, then the fountain pen is his butcher's knife.

"The criminals who robbed the armored pickup... At present, the specific identity has not been clarified, but ......"

"It's very likely that it was done by the prison world!"

Hongliao lowered his head tightly and reported slowly and cautiously.

For a long time, he didn't see the slightest verbal reaction from Le Sheng, who was sitting at the table, Hong Liao couldn't help but quietly look up, his one-footed feet suddenly softened, and Le Sheng, who had been speechless, stared at him tightly like frost.

"Red Liao... Have you been a little neglectful lately?"

Looking at Le Sheng's cold face that was close at hand, Hong Liao felt that every cell in his body was frozen at this moment, and his whole person kept trembling.

"General, damn it......"

Hong Liao hurriedly wanted to kneel down on both knees, but he didn't expect to be suddenly pulled by Le Sheng's arm.

"Hongliao, you have to remember that I was able to select you from thousands of spiritual cultivators to enter the Black Sword, not because of how powerful your spiritual power level was, but because I valued your loyalty. ”

"But if you have only loyalty, but you can't accomplish anything, then ......"

"It doesn't seem necessary to stay any longer. ”

"What do you say?"

Le Sheng's cold eyes were firmly fixed on the red fire in front of him, and the sharp eyes were like two steel needles, piercing the red fire's panicked heart.

"I know that I will serve the general more faithfully in the future, and even if I die in battle, I will not dare to forget the favor I received from the general. ”

Hongliao lowered his head tightly, and sincerely expressed his loyalty.

"Good. ”

"You keep a close eye on all the spiritual members in the black sword, those who have two hearts for me or who are still wavering, and we must clean them all up before the general trend comes!"

"I don't want to be tied up at a time like this by those old guys in the Federal Assembly who only eat and wait to die, play with people's hearts. ”

Speaking of this, Le Sheng's eyes couldn't help but flash with an extremely fierce killing intent.

"Humble duty understands!"

Hong Liao hurriedly saluted.

"There you go. ”

Le Sheng glanced at Hongliao, who was kneeling on one knee in front of him, and said with a slight wave of his hand.

"That's... He retired from his position. ”

Hong Liao glanced at Le Sheng in front of him slightly, and then got up and slowly retreated.

"You don't seem to care about the old guys in the federal parliament chamber at all?"

"Is that really that confident?"

Originally, Hong Liao left, and only Le Sheng stood alone in the quiet room at the window, not knowing what he was thinking, but suddenly an extremely strange old voice came from nowhere.

"Those old fellows don't have anything to fear other than toying with people's hearts. ”

Le Sheng didn't seem surprised by this strange voice that suddenly sounded behind him, and still said calmly.

"Hey, hey!"

"Don't you know that the most terrifying people are often those who are good at playing with people's hearts?"

The old voice, with an extremely strange and crazy laugh, spoke slowly again.

"Heh—that depends on whose hearts they're trying to play. ”

Le Sheng looked out the window tightly, revealing a look of disdain, as if the so-called old guy in the federal parliament chamber in the old voice was just a group of rotten vines and old roots in his eyes, and it only took a faint spark to burn them all in an instant.

"The trend of the times, the catastrophe of all beings..."

"There is a terrible calamity and an unprecedented opportunity. ”

"Don't forget your promise......"

After a long time, the voice was never heard again, only Le Sheng stood alone at the window, and the whole room fell into an eerie silence again.

......

"Crunch-crunch......"

With the clear sound of heavy footsteps pressing on the thick sand, a red figure appeared in the boundless, lifeless desert......

His crimson glowing eyes, in this dim and endless darkness, are like a pair of lanterns, which are extremely eye-catching, but they also reveal extremely weirdness.

I don't know how long I walked, but the figure finally stopped slowly.

His scarlet eyes looked around at the extremely desolate and silent desert Gobi in front of him, and finally his eyes flashed and landed in an inconspicuous mountain pass.

"Whew—"

A mouthful of turbid gas, like a blood-colored hurricane, slammed out from the bloody mouth of the red figure, and swept up the thick layer of cold sand on the ground in an instant.

The sand was swept up, scattered and scattered towards the dark night sky, like a strange veil of tulle rolled up under the night.

Ignoring the scattered pieces of sand above his head, the red figure gently placed the long black coffin at his feet, crouched slightly, and his hands seemed to be groping for something on the bare ground that had lost the sand at the bottom of his feet......

After a long time, the red figure seemed to have finally found an iron ring from above the ground.

"Hey... Found ......"

"Bang-dang!"

As the red figure pulled the black ring with both hands, a stone slab that looked exactly like the bare ground was slowly pulled apart, and a wide entrance with a dark green light instantly appeared in front of the bare ground.

The red figure looked at the dark green entrance revealed in front of him, and immediately revealed an inexplicable hideous smile.

He turned around and grabbed the long black coffin on the ground, placed it on his back, and jumped down to the dark green entrance.

"Bang—"

As the red figure carrying the black coffin jumped into the dark green entrance, the stone slab that had been pulled apart fell down in an instant, and a strange cold wind blew out of nowhere, rolling up a piece of sand, instantly covering the bare entrance ground without a trace.

The silent desert seemed to become even more silent and eerie as the strange cold wind swept by......

......

"Her Royal Highness!"

"We didn't find the Seal of the Moon Shadow. ”

In a solemn hall, on a high throne sat a Miaoman woman wearing a dark purple skirt.

From that slightly petite figure, it is not difficult to see that she should still be a young girl.

However, the girl wore a half-face helmet on her face, although she couldn't see her true face behind the mask, but she could still infer from her inexplicable temperament and Miaoman's posture that she was unconscious, and the girl's face must be extremely delicate.

And under the high platform, a group of mysterious people in black robes stood neatly kneeling.

"No?"

"Are you sure?"

With a pleasant voice that revealed majesty in the coldness, on the throne of the high platform, the originally slightly lazy figure moved slightly, and the eyes that were originally half-open behind the half-face helmet also opened suddenly, and looked at the young man kneeling in front of a group of black-robed people under the high platform with questioning.

"Returning to Her Royal Highness, it is true that the seal of the Moon Shadow was not found on the young man's body. ”

Under the high platform, the young man who knelt in front of the group of black-robed people bowed his head again and replied in a respectful whisper.

"That's... Where is he now?"

After a long time, the girl who was honored as Her Royal Highness on the throne of the high platform glanced at the group of black-robed people who were kneeling on the ground and looked extremely respectful, and asked again.

"The boy, been... Left Prison Envoy to... Killed..."

The black-robed young man who was kneeling at the head raised his head slightly and glanced at Her Royal Highness the Lady Monarch who was questioning on the high throne, and said cautiously.

“......”

Hearing that Le Chen was dead, the girl's eyes behind the helmet obviously flashed with a strong killing intent.

"Left Prison Envoy?"

"Then why didn't he come back with you?"

After a long time, the female monarch, who finally suppressed her killing intent and regained her calm, once again asked the young black-robed man who was kneeling and headed in a cold and pleasant voice.

"Returning to Her Royal Highness, the Left Prison made him... Said that he had another urgent task and left alone. ”

The young black-robed man who was kneeling at the head slowly spoke and said respectfully.

"Hmph, what's the mission?"

The woman's eyes were cold again, and she asked in a cold voice.

"This ...... The subordinates don't know. ”

"I heard that it seems to be an order from His Majesty the Prison Emperor. ”

The young man in the black robe knelt down and said cautiously.

“......”

Hearing the title of the Prison Emperor, the female monarch's eyes suddenly froze, and she shook her head lightly for a long time, waved her hand slightly at the group of black-robed people kneeling under the high platform, and said softly: "The others stand aside for the time being, Ling, you stay." ”

"Yes!"

The black-robed young man who knelt at the head raised his head slightly, while the other black-robed people behind him stood up and saluted respectfully, and then slowly retreated.

"Ming, recently the left prison made him... But what's the action?"

In the main hall, which had been quiet for a long time, the female monarch sitting on the throne on the high platform once again slowly asked the black-robed young man she called Ren in the audience in her cold and pleasant voice.

"Returning to Her Royal Highness, the Left Prison Envoy has not made any suspicious movements in recent days. ”

"But—he has been receiving secret missions from His Majesty the Prison Emperor more and more often. ”

After pondering for a while, he looked up and said respectfully.

"Heh... It seems ......"

The female monarch listened to the reply, and the corners of her mouth pulled a trace of coldness, obviously guessing something, but she didn't finish her words, but looked at the sling who was kneeling under the high platform.

"Ree, you quickly recalled all the members of the Shadow Pavilion scattered around the world, and—"

"Keep an eye on everything that happens to the Left Prison Envoy. ”

"Best, to find out what secret mission the old thing is on, but don't startle the snake. ”

The female monarch leaned on the throne gauntlet with one hand, leaning on her chin, and said indifferently.

"Yes!"

She hurriedly got up and saluted respectfully, her figure flashed, and she disappeared from the spot in an instant.

"Is it ...... that he died so easily?"

"Not him?"

Looking at the starless night sky in the huge open skylight on the top of the main hall, the girl held her chin and whispered softly in her eyes.

......。

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"To be done... To be continued..."