【Western Regions/Shendu Baicheng/Desert/Before the Birthday Banquet】

"One, three...... Six, eight......"

The remnant sun is like blood, the desert flows gold, and the volcano is solemn. The unique Xiao Killing Wind of the Western Regions slashed at people's faces, and there were bursts of dry and cracking pain.

It was the middle of the night, and the desert seemed to be turning from hot to cold little by little, and the hot breath in the air was mixed with wisps of obvious dry cold, with a malice that pierced the heart like a knife. The fierce wind is also a burst of hot and cold, and the people who blow it are not uncomfortable.

The Western Regions Magma Land is definitely the harshest environment in the Quartet Territory.

Vast expanses of the Gobi Desert, one active volcano after another sprayed heat waves, and hordes of ferocious spirit beasts.

In such a place, all the people who come out are naturally tough guys who have been tempered by thousands of tempers.

Even if it is a woman, she is also a heroic woman who does not let her eyebrows go, and like men, she uses sticks, guns, knives, swords, and hammers.

In the Western Regions, there are two of the worst, most disgusting, and most embarrassing things that have lost the face of the eighteenth generation of ancestors, not murder, arson, robbery, and rape. Rather, surrender and beg for mercy and flee from the battle.

As long as the men of the Western Regions who are involved in these two things are no longer qualified to be men in the Western Regions.

If you are caught on the battlefield, you will definitely be turned into a puddle of meat by the warriors of the Western Regions. But for these cowards in the Western Regions, if they must be caught, they would rather be chopped up on the battlefield than be captured alive and returned to the castle of the Gaishi family.

“...... Nine, ten, thirteen...... Fifteen, seventeen!"

Behind the fortress of the Gaishi family in the Western Regions, on the yellow sand knelt on the grave with dirty faces, blue noses and swollen faces with their hands tied behind them.

Around them stood a dozen soldiers armed with large swords and heavy armor.

In front of them was a man in thin armor, a long sword pinned to his waist, and a black robe on his shoulders.

The man was estimated to be about twenty-seven or eighteen, and his eyes were as fierce as a knife.

He walked back and forth in front of the seventeen people, but he was still and powerful, and the strength of the heavy military boots seemed to be about to step into the yellow sand under his feet.

"Seventeen people...... Seventeen people. Duo Yizhen's voice was low and hoarse, and the deep voice mixed with heavy breathing pressed down on his throat.

At this moment, he is like the one who is making trouble in Geshiburg.

Duo Yizhen's tone has always been three points of contempt, three points of recklessness, and three points of arrogance.

But at this time, there was only a clear suppressed anger in his voice, which was rolling and brewing in his heart.

"Among the warriors of my family, there were seventeen deserters at one time, which really gave Lao Tzu a long face. Duo Yizhen threw off his robe, sat down on a stone, plunged his long knife into the loess, and crossed his hands on the hilt, his voice was not high, but aggressive, "Seventeen at a time, unprecedented." A couple of little cows are going to you so decently?"

"Lordship...... Listen to me, it's different, this time it's different!"

I don't know which of the seventeen people spoke, and the seventeen people all became restless in the same way, all of them looked like they wanted to speak and stopped, hesitating and jealous.

"It's different? Who said it different?" Duo Yizhen raised his chin and narrowed his eyes, and a contemptuous sneer snorted at the corner of his mouth.

"What do you say?" he got up slowly, and stabbed one of the deserters in the chest with his unsheathed long knife, and the deserter who knelt on the ground screamed and fell to the ground, the sound of the sternum breaking was particularly piercing to the eardrums.

"Or did you say that?" Duo Yi's really long knife did not relent, and stabbed one more at the other, and there was another scream,

"Is that you?"

"Or you?"

"Is that you?"

"Speak!"

In the blink of an eye, all seventeen fell to the ground, their bodies curled up together, and they endured the terrifying sound of their throats being torn apart.

"No one spoke?" Duo Yizhen spread his arms and walked slowly around them, the unsheathed long knife stained with a little blood, and he glanced at it in disgust, and threw the long knife behind his head.

"Hmm, does anyone want to speak?" said Duo Yizhen, aggressively scanning back and forth at the man staggering in front of him.

"Ghost! It's a ghost!" one of the men couldn't help but shout at the top of his voice, "Ghost!

The others also groaned and echoed: "It's a ghost ......"

"It's a ghost ......"

Ghost.

The people of the Apocalypse are called spirit masters, and the people of the ghost country are called ghosts.

The earth of the apocalypse was surrounded by spiritual power, and the spiritual master turned his own veins and stirred the spiritual power between the spiritual power and the heaven and earth of the apocalypse, and fused to produce spiritual magic. The treasure of the spirit masters is also an artifact containing strong spiritual power. The treasure is in hand, the spiritual power is blended, and the man and the weapon are one and fight.

But the ghost country is different.

The ghost kingdom does not have the slightest spiritual power.

The ghost country cultivates ghost arts.

Ghost art is regarded as an ominous art by the Apocalypse, not only because it is weird and evil, but also because the Apocalypse has no way of knowing how to practice and how to operate the ghost art, to put it bluntly, it is actually the people of the Apocalypse who are afraid of the ghost art, so it is called ominous.

In the great battle with the ghost country during the period of the Divine Emperor Canghuang's unification, the ghost-like ghost people flew towards the warriors of the apocalypse like ghosts, turning them into ghosts one by one, controlling them to slaughter their comrades-in-arms and relatives.

Even now, this is the nightmare of the old generation spirit master of the Apocalypse.

"Ghost?" Duo Yizhen's hand behind him clenched his fists, his bones turned white, and there was a terrifying click, his eyes sank into the shadows, and he said word by word, "That is to say, I, a warrior in the Western Regions, in the face of the miscellaneous pieces of the ghost country, actually ran away for Lao Tzu?"

"It's different, this time it's different! It's not ordinary ghost people! It's a lot of ghost soldiers! I don't know why, I don't know why they're gathered there, it's right here with us! It's all green eyes that glow!"

"You guys, do you see clearly?" said Duo Yizhen slowly and gloomily, his eyes hidden in the shadows, his gaze terrifying, an impenetrable blackness.

Green eyes that can glow.

That's the most ferocious ghost in the ghost country.

It has not appeared in the eyes of the world for hundreds of years.

"That'...... The person who spoke was asked by this, and his momentum softened for a moment, "Just at a glance, no, I didn't see it clearly, but we can't be wrong with the breath of a ghost!

"......" Duo Yizhen frowned, and said to the masked man beside him who was wearing heavy armor and carrying a heavy sword, "Zhan Yun, have you checked it?"

The man who was called Zhan Yun snorted coldly, and did not hide his disdain and disgust on his face: "Childe, I almost turned the ground upside down, the ghost from there!"

Another heavily armored warrior beside Duo Yizhen took a sip and frowned, "I think they have ghosts in their hearts!"

Duo Yizhen pondered for a moment and spoke: "No matter what, even if there is a vote of ghosts appearing in front of Lao Tzu now, a deserter is still a deserter!"

"So...... How should desert deserters be punished?"

Then, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sinister smile: "Deserters are not worthy of being men, you will all become women and be." ”

Duo Yi is really a martial arts maniac with natural powers. Pee since childhood.

Although the men of the Western Regions are all brave and aggressive, Duo Yi is really better than all of them.

The noble sons of the West have been fond of all kinds of blades since they were children, and they have longed for the battlefield since they were children. It is said that when he was two years old, he had a habit of making people cry and laugh, if he didn't hold one or two long knives in his arms, he would lose his temper and not sleep, and he would not sleep if he didn't sleep, and he would not sleep with everyone who was noisy.

When he was older, he would find people to fight in various ways, and once he almost beat a big boy who was four or five years older than him to death with punch after punch.

Later, after being a little sensible, Duo Yizhen began to practice spiritual power without sleep, practicing the strongest fire spirit technique in the Western Regions, and also repairing swords, swords, guns, sticks, and hammers, and was proficient in all weapons of the eighteenth class.

It seems like that's all he has for his life.

Ghost...... Ghost......

Duo Yizhen punished the seventeen deserters, but the word ghost kept haunting his heart.

Duo Yizhen has always had a helpless regret, that is, he was born hundreds of years late, and he was not born in the era when Tianji fought against the ghost soldiers.

Over the years, he personally led his men to patrol the border every day and night. In addition to wanting to hunt the restless demon cow, in fact, what he hopes to meet is something else.

Imagine having countless green eyes glowing in front of you. The cells of this noble son of the Western Regions shouted excitedly,

Just thinking about it made him extremely excited and yearning, but there was actually a group of fools who saw the green eyes, claimed to have seen them, and turned around and ran.

"Green eyes?"