Compared with Suiyang, the weather is already cold, and it has not wilted early, and since September, the grassland has entered winter.

Especially Beiting, it is even colder.

Just after September, snowflakes were already falling.

It's December, and it's even colder.

In previous years, when the grassland was peaceful, every family would hide in their tents and build braziers to keep warm.

But this year, it's noticeably a little different from previous years.

At the beginning of October, the current grassland king Huyan Zhuozhuo did not know what kind of wind he was pumping, and openly declared war on the sacred mountain.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers under his command, but anyone who dared to disobey, including his family, were all killed.

The lives of 300,000 living beings finally made these stubborn herdsmen afraid and did not dare to fight against Huyan Zhuozhuo again.

Subsequently, Huyan Zhuozhuo launched an attack on the sacred mountain.

Brother Shuming, the sect leader of the Sacred Mountain, returned to the Divine Mountain as soon as possible and called on the entire grassland to launch a tyranny against Huyan Zhuozhuo.

But at the moment of life and death, there was a lesson from the last grassland rebellion, and these herdsmen seemed to have learned well.

Originally, the origin of the last grassland rebellion was entirely because Huyan Zhuozhuo was disrespectful to the sacred mountain, and then the herdsmen spontaneously organized themselves to launch a tyranny against Huyan Zhuozhuo.

Seeing that success is imminent, your brother Shuming came forward to say forget it, which is equivalent to saying that so many herdsmen's lives are equivalent to throwing away in vain?

In this way, the prestige of Shenshan has decreased a lot compared to before, otherwise, there would not be Huyan Zhuozhuo declaring war on Shenshan this time, but the herdsmen invariably chose to stand by and watch.

From October to December, Huyan Zhuozhuo's two-month massacre, those diehard worshippers of the sacred mountain who dared to theorize with Huyan Zhuozhuo were all killed.

The rest of them are either greedy for life and afraid of death and dare not speak, or they succumb to Huyan Zhuozhuo's obscenity, scolding two sentences behind their backs that offend the sacred mountain and kill themselves.

But you'd be hard-pressed to find a person in the steppe who openly opposed Huyan Zhuozhuo.

At the foot of Mount Kinabalu, hundreds of thousands of troops surrounded Mount Kinabalu.

The previous high-ranking Shenshan personnel have learned a lot now, and in the face of the threat to their lives, they also know the current affairs and sent reconciliation personnel.

It's just that before these people could see Huyan Zhuozhuo's face, they were all killed, and their heads hung above the camp gate.

All of a sudden, Kamiyama began to panic.

From the elders to the ordinary staff, day and night there is no curse Huyan Zhuo Zhuo, who is not in the curse, and he wants to be thundered in the sky.

The only one who can still maintain his composure is the sect master on the sacred mountain, Ge Shuming.

At this time, when the soldiers were pressing the realm, and the upper and lower levels of the sacred mountain were shrouded in a kind of fear, Ge Shuming was leisurely and leisurely staying alone in the back mountain, no matter how his subordinates shouted him, he didn't make a sound, and without Ge Shuming's order, none of those ordinary Shenshan staff dared to enter the forbidden land of the back mountain.

In the cold cave of the back mountain, Ge Shuming sat on the ice stone, felt the cold around him, closed his eyes, and chuckled: "Huyan Zhuozhuo, come on, I'll wait here for you and don't go anywhere." ”

As he spoke, he jerked his head up, and in front of him, no more than ten paces away, was wrapped in a unique mask.

The mask is huge, and it is larger than ordinary faces.

Ge Shuming changed his sitting to kneeling, and bowed down to the mask reverently: "The Holy Monarch is above, your devout believer Ge Shuming, once again take your life as a guide to welcome your arrival, time people will remember the world you dominate, they will remember you, they will remember the paradise of darkness supremacy... (Grassland)"

As he spoke, a perverted smile appeared on Ge Shuming's face.

Isn't this what he arranged to anger Huyan Zhuozhuo?

Pity the reckless Huyan Zhuozhuo, it's so simple, and he fell into his own trap.

Thinking of this, Ge Shuming laughed out loud, laughing rampantly, laughing presumptuously.

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The attack on the sacred mountain has come to an end, as long as the matter of Huyan Zhuozhuo's words, the sacred mountain that has been passed down for thousands of years will erase its name from the mainland.

And the author of the figurines who caused all this, Huyan Zhuozhuo, was in his king's tent, and his sworn brother Helian Weiwu was also by his side.

"Second brother, this king thought that you would be like those mortals, and come to stop this king from attacking the sacred mountain. (Grassland)" Huyan Zhuozhuo glanced at Helian Mighty Dao.

Helian pursed his lips mightily, and lowered his head as always: "The king... (Grassland)"

"There are no outsiders here, you and I can be brothers and sisters. (Grassland)"

"Yes, big brother. (Grassland)" Helian mighty martial arts.

After shouting eldest brother, Helian raised his head mightily: "When the eldest brother became the king of the grassland, I said that no matter what choice the eldest brother makes in the future, I will support the eldest brother without hesitation, even if it costs my life." (Grassland)"

Huyan Zhuozhuo heard the words with a smile on his face, walked over and patted Helian mighty shoulder, and kept laughing in his mouth: "Okay, good, the world says that I Huyan Zhuozhuo is widowed in this life and destined to be lonely for a lifetime, but who knows, I Huyan Zhuozhuo, there is still such a heroic second brother by my side, there is a second brother, who have I Huyan Zhuozhuo been afraid of!" (Grassland)"

While speaking, Huyan Zhuozhuo raised his head and looked in the direction of the sacred mountain: "The grassland has been dedicated to the sacred mountain for ten thousand years, and has always regarded the sacred mountain as the god of the grassland. (Grassland)"

Helian took a deep breath and pressed the surging excitement in his heart.

Huyan Zhuozhuo is still the same Huyan Zhuozhuo, or the high-minded Huyan Zhuozhuo when he first became the king of the grassland.

More than one person has said that his ability is above Huyan Zhuozhuo, and his ability is above Huyan Zhuozhuo, but why do you still want to be Huyan Zhuozhuo's subordinate?

At that time, Helian Weiwu didn't know how to answer, but now, Helian Weiwu almost knew, because Huyan Zhuozhuo had an ambition that he didn't have, the kind of ambition to bring the grassland to glory.

Although Huyan Zhuozhuo is known as the Demon King of Murder on the grassland, how many successful people have clean hands?

It's just the amount of blood.

Huyan Zhuozhuo is changing the old-fashioned and backward pattern of the grassland in his own way.

I am fortunate to follow Huyan Zhuozhuo.

Here, Helian Weiwu took a deep breath again and knelt down on one knee: "Helian Weiwu will always follow the king all his life." (Grassland)"

Huyan Zhuozhuo didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes, looked carefully, and for a long time, he said quietly: "Get up, tomorrow, it's time to launch a general attack on the Divine Mountain, we have besieged the Divine Mountain for enough time, and it is enough for the herdsmen to see through the faces of these divine sticks, it's time." (Grassland)"

Helian stood up mightily and nodded yes.

Huyan Zhuozhuo sighed, and he didn't know if he was talking to himself or Helian Weiwu.

"From tomorrow onwards, there will be no gods in the grasslands. (Grassland)"

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The general assault soon began, and the staff of the Sacred Mountain, who were high above them, quickly fell to their knees and begged for mercy when faced with the merciless butcher's knife.

The more they were like this, the more sad it became for the soldiers who were so dependent on Mount Kinabalu became.

In their impression, the sacred mountain is high and does not fear the mundane things.

Why are they, like ordinary people, crying and begging for mercy when they are threatened by swords?

Is this still the sacred mountain that you worship?

Under all kinds of emotions, countless soldiers put down butcher knives, but after they killed the staff of Shenshan, they couldn't bear it in their hearts and chose to cross their necks.

In one day, the legendary snow-covered mountain turned red.

Even the staff of the Sacred Mountain brought those soldiers who could not stand the self-judgment, no less than 50,000 lives, stained the Sacred Mountain, which had existed between heaven and earth for 10,000 years, red.

Huyan Zhuozhuo knew this, but he still didn't care about it, and took his subordinates and cronies and went straight to the forbidden place behind the sacred mountain.

When he arrived, Ge Shuming was sitting in the cave, looking at Huyan Zhuozhuo who was covered in blood and mixed with snowflakes with a smile, and said hello: "You are here." (Grassland)"