It looks like a flat snowfield.

It is said to be a flat river, and when viewed from a distance, except for the tall Pengshan Mountain, which can block the view, other places can be regarded as unobstructed. But only when you get down your feet do you know, if you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that it will be a little difficult to walk a short way.

But the team of the Southern Traitor with the Three Demons and Lin Haotian's master and servant, the weakest cultivator is also Lin Haotian, the peak realm junior grandmaster, so he is naturally walking on the ground.

Although there are few people, they are better than fine.

At this time, Pengshan has no masters. Moreover, even if the emperor knew what was happening here, he could not rush back.

After all, among the emperor's opponents were Xuan Ling Zhenren who had survived nine Heavenly Tribulations and Volley, who had survived seven Heavenly Tribulations, and the remaining two were masters who had survived several Heavenly Tribulations, even if they were weaker.

The southern traitor has every reason to believe that with these four people, the emperor will not be able to get out.

And at this time, Pengshan has only one gray manager who opens the heavens, how can you not grasp such a good opportunity?

Even if it is regarded as Zhu Zhan of the Zhu Yan clan, there are only two people who have opened the sky, and he is a half-step star shaker!

Moreover, this Zhu Yan still has to protect so many little demons, maybe he won't stop his group at all, even if he wants to stop his group, it's just a slap in the face.

As for the people halfway up the mountain, if they don't come down, the southern traitor will not care; of course, if they come down, the southern traitor will not mind giving them a slap.

Zhu Zhan saw this group of people, holding a small white fox in his arms, and Zhu Zhan's face was full of helplessness. At the beginning, Master Zhiyi left them and ran away, and he could only take care of this little fox.

But among the little demons in this line, there are no fox clans. And most of the demon clans who come to join in the fun are males, where will they take children.

Even Zhu Zhan himself had to be careful, for fear that if he was not careful, he would pinch this little fox. Fortunately, Ning Zhiyuan is here, he can be regarded as the gentlest person here, but he doesn't even have a girl he likes, how can he take a child?

Zhu Zhan was anxious, but there was no way to do it.

If he had a choice, he would rather fight an opponent who was stronger than himself, even if he died in battle, rather than take a child.

What he didn't know was that in his little demon group, there was a hidden master, a master who was higher than him. But now, the master has no intention of making a move.

Zhu Zhan, a rough man, can only hold the little fox. If the little fox cries, he can only hold the little fox and shake, also because the Zhu Yan clan has something to do with Buddhism, if someone else asks him to take care of a little fox, I am afraid he will come down with a stick.

He saw Nan Rape and the others, and Nan Rape also saw him.

But he didn't know the southern traitors, when the demon clan attacked Pengshan on a large scale, Li Zhi ran to see it, and he could only obediently guard this group of little demons.

The southern traitor looked at him, and he also looked at the southern traitor.

Zhu Zhan only felt that this little old man was very strong, but he didn't know how strong it was. If it weren't for this little fox, he would definitely have to go up again to make trouble. But since he accepted Li Zhiyi's entrustment, he couldn't break his promise.

As a member of the Zhu Yan clan, Zhu Zhan could only forcibly suppress the fighting intent in his heart, glanced at the southern traitor, and turned his head.

The same is true for the southern traitor, who took a deep look at Zhu Zhan, and walked directly past them with a few people.

These people walked past him, but Zhu Zhan was a little suspicious, the old and the young who walked behind, he seemed to be a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

At this time, Ning Zhiyuan didn't know where to go, otherwise he could ask him.

Anyway, the strength of the Pengshan Mountain Lord, he has also heard of it. Zhu Zhan didn't have any defense, maybe these people were also sheltered by Pengshan.

Both sides missed it, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

The southern traitor naturally does not want to make trouble, although he is not afraid of things. But he knew that the few little guys behind him were not fuel-efficient lamps, and even the poor Tianqi was extinguished by them, so he naturally had to be on guard.

But for some reason, I had to take them with me.

The traitor walked to the foot of the mountain, looked up halfway up the mountain, and he found the gray manager.

Of course, the Grey Steward also spotted him.

But the gray manager just stood at the entrance of the cave, not looking at it, and he also knew that the one below was one of the five tyrants, the southern traitor, but he didn't dare to make a move, and he couldn't make a move.

Because the master told him before leaving, just keep the cave.

The entrance to the dungeon under this mountain naturally knew that it was behind the wall of the mountain behind the words.

From the moment I came to Pengshan, everything went smoothly.

But this went well, which made him feel a little uneasy.

And what made him most uneasy was that Pengshan's big mouse didn't make a move. He doesn't believe that the people of Pengshan are all greedy for life and afraid of death.

It stands to reason that since they broke in, they should stop one or two anyway.

The southern traitor thought about it, but he didn't come up with a result, so he walked towards his destination.

He came to the back mountain, looked at the strokes and words on the wall, and snorted coldly.

He must admit that this understanding of "no distance" is not as strong as Xu Changan and Zhonghuangqiang.

But this does not mean that he is weak, he looked at the wall coldly, and there seemed to be unwillingness, anger, and joy in his eyes.

Nan Rape squatted down, seemed to be groping for something on the ground, and after finding the right direction, he kept digging down.

Seeing this, Yuan Batian nodded towards Qi Futian and Tao Tuntian, and the three demons also squatted down and helped together. It was Lin Haotian and Fu Bo who just held their hands and watched, as if the landlord Lao Cai was watching his own family work.

While everyone was busy, a strong wind blew, accompanied by some familiar voices of the southern traitor.

"A hundred years of remnants are tall alone, and thousands of snow are stacked on top of each other. Since then, Pengshan has been buried, a sword and a drunken demon. ”

The voice was loud and seemed to have a hint of drunkenness.

The voice became more and more familiar, and the southern traitor hurriedly raised his head, only to see a cyan robe flying in the air, rushing straight down from the top of the mountain.

Seeing this, the southern traitor hurriedly dodged.

I saw a long sword flashing with cold glow and poking at the place where the southern traitor was just now, if it weren't for the southern traitor to dodge quickly, I am afraid that this sword would be inserted straight above his head.

Fortunately, this sword was aimed at the southern traitor, although Yuan Batian and the others were also digging snow and ice together, they still dodged it, although Yuan Batian covered his shoulders stiffly, it seemed that he was injured by the sword qi that fell from the sky.

The longsword slammed into the ground with a clear sound. At the same time, a sword hilt also fell from the sky and stood beside the long sword. Then I saw the cyan robe fall and fell on the snow.

Seeing the long sword and the hilt, as well as the robe, the southern traitor finally remembered who this voice belonged to.

He looked up, and sure enough, a middle-aged man wearing white obscene clothes, Taoist shoes, hair in a high bun, and holding a wine gourd fell from the sky.

He stood on one foot, stepping on the hilt of his sword, his face flushed, and he was covered in wine as if he wanted to get drunk this winter.

"Host!"

The traitor called out the name of this man, and this person was the host of his name.

At this time, the host, where there is still half a sign of injury, is completely a drunk Taoist immortal.

His nose was red, his eyes were red, and he looked really drunk.

The host pointed at the southern traitor and grinned: "It turns out that the emperor didn't lie to me, there are really blood demon descendants among our five tyrants!"

Since he asked the East and West Naughty Boys to fight the Emperor first, there has been no news. He originally thought that these two demons should be hiding to heal their wounds, but he didn't expect to appear here today to stop him!

It's no wonder that the two Open Heaven Realms earlier didn't seem to see themselves, it turned out that the Emperor was already ready!

Nan Rape stretched out his hand, took everyone and the demon behind him, and stood up.

Only he can fight this battle!

"That's right, I'm here to save the ancestor, what are you going to do?" There was a hint of gloom in the voice of the southern traitor, and the corners of his mouth were grinning, just from the physiognomy, he knew that this person was sinister and cunning!

The host stood on top of the hilt of his long sword on one leg, burped, seemed to be about to drop the long sword, and said leisurely: "Blood demon?