In the early morning of the second day, at the south gate of the imperial capital, ten decision masters sat on their horses and stood by, among which there were naturally several people from Montenegro, monkeys, and academy stewards, and several new faces were from the rivers and lakes.

Xiao He only announced that he was in retreat when he left the palace, and Wenxian was temporarily acting as the government of the court.

Of course, except for a few acquaintances in Montenegro, several other people didn't know Xiao He's identity at all, but they knew that the person who led the team was a rich man with all the power.

Xiao He, Ao Tianxue, and Falling White came on horseback, and everyone got off their horses and saluted. The leader is naturally Montenegro, and Dao: The sons have all arrived and can set off.

Xiao He waved his hand and said: Go.

Since the last time he defeated Black Ink, the demon turned into a shadow and fled, and the Hu people retreated into the depths of the grassland, it has been more than a year, and at this time, the grassland is desolate, plus the sweat, where is there still how much fertile grassland, most of it is next door to yellow sand.

Looking at the desolate grassland in front of him, he sighed inexplicably: How long has it been, and the fertile grassland has become such a situation, it is really fickle.

Falling White rode up on horseback and laughed: I don't know the sky, but I understand that this grassland is in danger now, and there is nothing to cover the plain, so we should be careful. After saying that, he rode his horse and galloped away, and the master behind him followed, Ao Tianxue patted Xiao He on the shoulder and said: Why have you been so sentimental recently.

Xiao He smiled lightly at Ao Tianxue, took the beauty jade hand and said: Yes, why is it like this? After saying that, with a slight force, he actually pulled Ao Tianxue down on his horse, and the two of them rode the same horse to chase after everyone. The remaining brown steed, with a long roar, chased after his master, Ao Tianxue.

The monkey turned his head to look, couldn't help but smile, and said to Montenegro and the others: Look.

Everyone turned around and saw a group of Ma Shan, white and red figures walking forward with a smile, and a group of brown sweaty and bloody BMWs followed closely behind them. Everyone laughed and rode away with the same roar.

The grassland is vast, the outside is fine, and it is really impossible to study the next door when entering the depths, even if the map is not completed in the Great Zhou Palace, it can only rely on a sketch to grope forward, but fortunately, Meteorite has some sense of the ancestral land of the Protoss, so he can barely grope forward.

It was getting late, and everyone chose a hidden dirt bag to rest, and Montenegro even piled up the stove with clods of soil to cook some hot rice.

The grassland is hot during the day and really cold at night, which is nothing for these masters. An old man even arranged a cordon around the perimeter, using a unique bamboo skewer to pull up the silk thread, each silk thread is hung with a copper bell, if someone breaks in and touches the copper bell, the copper bell will occur to remind everyone.

This old man is a capable man in the rivers and lakes, and his name is Sun Ming. It should be their own form, there are no gang disciples, and they have done a few things that offend the Jianghu sect, and they were chased and killed by the Jianghu sects, and they decided to take this task in order to avoid the pursuit, if they succeeded, they naturally had a housekeeper to keep him safe.

There are a few masters around to keep the business, a day to travel fifty miles of the grassland, everyone is sleepy and tired, early rest.

When night fell, there was no other person who was silent except for some insects, and before he reached the depths of the grassland, he relaxed and fell asleep in the middle of the night. But they didn't know that danger was coming. The sound of insects around became more and more frequent, followed by countless black shadows shooting quickly, falling on the people who kept their jobs, only to see their faces clearly, one-horned and eight-clawed, like spiders, with a big mouth showing fangs.

Demon Spirit.

The demon spirit fell into the master's face, his mouth opened, and a black mist slowly entered the person's body along the seven orifices. The man who was still sleeping suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the demon spirit that had fallen on his face, and opened his mouth to bite it hard.

Creak...

The demon spirit struggled and screamed to no avail, and the man's mouth continued to chew and finally devoured the demon spirit, as if he was still looking at the other demon spirits around him.

The demons seemed to sense danger and retreated away from the man. The man's eyes opened suddenly, his eyes were red with an inexplicable evil smile, and he looked very weird. Striding forward, he slammed into a bamboo stick and pulled it up.

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