In the largest restaurant in the city of Emperor Wu, "Tinghai Tower", the lights are colorful at this moment, and there is a joyful scene. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's not that anyone has a daughter to marry, but the lord of Emperor Wu City, Lord Broken Immortal, personally set up a banquet in Tinghailou tonight to entertain the monks who have not died in today's fierce battle against the Fengxu clan.

Listening to the sea building, all the monks pushed the cups and changed the lamps, you came and went, half of them were already drunk, and more than a dozen beautiful goddesses in gorgeous clothes kept shuttling between every wine table in the building, and kept filling the empty cups.

Born in troubled times, you shouldn't be so indulgent in drinking, because it will make people feel too depressed and will wear down the will to fight.

But the broken fairy spirit was stunned and said: "Born in troubled times, if you don't sing and indulge in alcohol, how can you survive this dark night that makes people feel extremely dull and depressing?"

Su Bei knew the idea of breaking the immortal spirit, he just wanted to let them get drunk again before everyone in Emperor Wu City died.

At least in the drunken dream, the Fallen God Realm is still the Fallen God Realm where all races are peaceful and prosperous. No one will die inexplicably tragically, everyone's life can at least be in their own hands, and the Fengxu clan is only a strong clan standing in the East China Sea, although it is extremely powerful, but it has no quarrel with the world.

But now, for the sake of a divine decree and an extremely absurd reason, the Fengxu clan wants to slaughter all living beings in the fallen god realm to provide nourishment to the supreme god they serve.

The strength of the Fengxu clan made the entire Fallen God Realm tremble, but because of this, the Fallen God Realm would be unprecedentedly united.

In a small Martial Emperor City, there have been thousands of monks before and after, some of them are king-level, there are very few emperor-level, but more are the lowest-level junior monks.

With the same dream, they came to Emperor Wu City one after another, like moths to a fire, and continued to die in the siege battles of the Fengxu clan.

They are not noble, and there is not even a shortage of chickens and dogs, but they all have the same simple dream, that is, to protect their homeland.

Behind them, perhaps their own family, their own wives and children, their own parents who have cultivated weaker or even mere mortals, and their childhood playmates in their hometown.

None of them are noble, but they are worthy of greatness.

Su Bei and everyone pushed the glass and changed the lamp, and people kept coming to toast him, this kind of toast in the name of "desperate wine" is really not easy to shirk, so Su Bei drank more wine than he had drunk in the previous ten years combined.

He didn't drink well, or very badly, so he was already so drunk that he didn't know what heaven and earth were.

In a hazy way, he heard someone crying and laughing, someone singing to the moon, and someone chanting loudly about his unbridled life.

These people, perhaps, will die on the city wall tomorrow in another siege of the Fengxu Clan, as they said in their toast.

I don't want anyone who doesn't deserve to die, I want anyone with good intentions to live forever!

Su Bei was unwilling in his heart, and a huge royal power surged out in the Shenhai, sweeping away every blood vessel in his body, and forcing out all the wine he drank in his stomach.

After the wine left, Su Bei instantly sobered up, looked up at the misty moonlight above his head, and showed a ruthless and resolute look on his face, as if he had made a great determination.

He found the Broken Immortal Spirit, a well-deserved Tianjiao in the Fallen God Realm, who was also drunk at the moment, full of alcohol, lying casually on the floor of Tingyue Tower, and fell asleep.

There was even a monk who had a good amount of alcohol, although he had drunk a lot, but he had not yet drunk, and he came to find the fairy spirit with a wine jug, and pointed at him: "City Lord, you know that you have a good amount of alcohol, don't pretend to be drunk, get up quickly, and drink three hundred glasses with me." ”

Then the monk, who shouted and drank three hundred cups more with the Broken Immortal, also fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Su Bei carefully spared the many monks who were so drunk that he was staggering, found the broken immortal spirit, and sent a breath of fresh qi into his body to wake him up.

The broken fairy spirit woke up, squinted his hazy drunken eyes, and said, "Brother Su, you can't drink anymore, if you drink it again, my brother will really get drunk." ”

Su Bei smiled, and sent him another breath of fresh air, and then said: "Wake up quickly, Su Bei has something to discuss with the Broken City Lord." ”

Broken Fairy Ling looked at Su Bei's expression, knew that he must have something important, and did not dare to slack off, so he instantly forced out his strength and sobered up.

After waking up, the broken fairy spirit looked around at the drunken and unconscious monks, looked at himself again, and said embarrassedly: "Let Brother Su laugh, what is the matter with Brother Su?"

Su Bei didn't speak again, but sent a voice to the Broken Immortal Spirit: "Broken City Lord, I plan to attack the Hanging Mountain tonight!"

Hearing what Su Bei said, the Broken Immortal Spirit looked solemn, pulled Su Bei out of the Tingyue Tower, and flew to the city wall of Emperor Wu City.

"Brother Su, the night attack on the Hanging Mountain is a big deal, and it needs to be considered in the long run. ”

After landing on the city wall of Emperor Wu City, the Broken Immortal Spirit returned to the appearance of the peerless Tianjiao, and his momentum suddenly appeared, but even if he was as powerful as him, he did not dare to take the initiative to attack the Hanging Mountain.

Because the Hanging Mountain is the base camp of the Fengxu Clan, not to mention how deep the accumulation of the Fengxu Clan is over the years, and how many backhands have been left, just because they are not familiar with the topography and power distribution of the Hanging Mountain, it is a very risky decision to take the initiative to attack the Hanging Mountain.

"Broken City Lord, there are many masters of the Fengxu Clan, and they are menacing, if we only resist passively, and lose the opportunity every time, more and more of us will die, and the hope of victory for all races in the Fallen God Realm will be slimmer. ”

"What Brother Su said is reasonable, I have also thought about attacking the Hanging Mountain, but it is too risky to do so, the danger is too great, and the slightest carelessness will ruin the lives of the monks who attacked the Hanging Mountain with me and others. Even if we don't count the casualties, the Fengxu Clan has been operating in the Hanging Mountain for a long time, and the accumulation must be extremely deep, and our hope of victory is too small. ”

Su Bei heard what the Broken Immortal Spirit said, nodded, pondered for a moment and said, "If one of us can have someone who is extremely familiar with the Hanging Mountain, and take us and others to attack the Hanging Mountain, we may be able to achieve unexpected results." For example, if we can know where the only remaining saint-level old monster in the Hanging Mountain is hiding, we may be able to take his life while he is seriously injured, without this worry, even if the number of emperor-level monks of the Fengxu clan is still far greater than the rest of the races in the Fallen God Realm, we can slowly figure it out, and we will definitely be able to achieve the final victory in this war. ”

In fact, Su Bei still had an idea that he didn't say, not only did he want to kill the last saint-level monk of the Fengxu clan, but he also wanted to find the old demon of the wind, and while the old demon of the wind had not yet recovered, he would be killed in one fell swoop, and the fallen god realm would really have no worries.

"Brother Su's words are very good, but the Fengxu clan has always been self-contained, and other clans are not allowed to step into the Hanging Mountain at all, so I don't have any internal response in the Hanging Mountain, it can be said that I don't know anything about the Hanging Mountain, where can I find someone who is extremely familiar with the Hanging Mountain?"

The Broken Immortal's eyes flickered, but they dimmed again in an instant, and he knew that if he wanted to install an inner response in the Hanging Mountain, it would undoubtedly be more difficult than ascending to the sky.

"How can the Broken City Lord forget, I just have such a person in my hands! she may be very valuable to the topography of the Hanging Mountain, and even any distribution of strength of the Fengxu Clan. ”

"Oh, Brother Su, the person you are talking about is ......?"

"Yes, that's her!"

After Su Bei finished speaking, he pinched the spirit trick in his hand, and the Heavenly Demon Sacred Mansion he hid on his body flashed a faint glow, and a woman dressed in gray and with a delicate figure appeared above the city.

(Today and tomorrow in Baotou on a business trip, may only be able to change one chapter a day, when I go back, I will make up for it, thank you!)