Heavy snow.

An army waited silently in the moor, heavy because of the sheer size of the snowflakes, falling on its armor and even making the popping sound of arrows falling on the drums.

The leader of the group held two golden ropes in his hands, and at the end of the golden locks were two snow apes that were more than twice as tall as ordinary soldiers.

When they smelled the familiar smell that finally appeared in the snowstorm, the two snow apes roared in a low voice at the same time.

"General Yelu, the wind and snow are too strong, it is better not to hurry, and go to my camp to drink a pot of hot wine. ”

The armor on the leader of the general is also pure gold, which is incompatible with the heaven and earth at this time, because the surroundings are too pale and cold, the pure gold armor on his body is even more dazzling, and the beams of light are like golden sunlight burning, and finally come into people's eyes and seem to have orange flames rolling.

His face was covered with a face of pure gold, and several unique runes were like tear stains, with crystalline points of light flowing through them.

At this time, his voice pierced through the wind and snow, causing all the flying snow in front of him to boil like a pot of hot porridge.

"Why be polite. ”

There was a faint sound in the wind and snow, but it contained unimaginable majesty.

The boiling snow suddenly subsided, and they fell to the ground like heavy lead, and it was clear that only one person was coming, but the sound of these flying snow falling seemed to be followed by thousands of horses.

"It's not polite, my Donghu abolished prince, the general of the Wu family, at this time the war between the Wu clan and Daqin has not completely stopped, not in the Wu clan to lead the army, but to my Donghu wind and snow for a walk, how can you not entertain one or two without the friendship of the landlord?"

The Donghu general looked at the man who came slowly, wearing a white fox fur coat, and said, "I hope that General Yelu Blue Wolf will be sympathetic to us and others, and move early to rest, don't let me wait for a walk together." ”

The man in the white fox fur coat is the number one person in the military of the Wu Clan, Yelu Blue Wolf, at this time his face is calm, looking at the huge army looming in the wind and snow and the vast world behind the army, there is a trace of unspeakable sigh in his eyes, but the tone is still cold and light: "Emperor Donghu has no other use, it is powerful to establish a prince, and he has set up five princes in a row, but they are not satisfied, and all of them are abolished." So much so that foreign dynasties and other countries only have the eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince... Donghu has the eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince. ”

The tone of the Donghu general suddenly turned sharp: "General Yelu, you fled to the Wu clan and became the general of the Wu clan, my emperor does not pursue it, and still allies with Donghu, and has already remembered the love of blood and blood, what, do you want to come to the old account today?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to deliver a letter. Yelu Blue Wolf looked at the Donghu general and smiled faintly.

General Donghu shook his head and said indifferently: "It's a pity that no matter who you want to send the letter to, I won't let you pass." ”

"I know. ”

Yelu Wolf raised his head slightly and laughed, "I know you'll follow me, so the person who actually sent the letter should have already delivered the letter to that person at this time." ”

The body of the Donghu general shook suddenly, and the golden light on his body was like countless golden ropes flying in the air.

He turned to look behind him.

In the boundless blizzard, like the end of heaven and earth, there was a huge and majestic shadow.

It was a mountain.

In the legend of the Donghu people, it is believed that the sacred mountain of Gangboqi is the abode of the gods.

"What do you want to do?"

The Donghu general turned around slowly with some stiffness, looked at Yelu wolf, and said slowly, "Who do you want to send the letter to?"

The wolf looked at him and did not answer.

Not because he didn't like the general, but because the answer was meaningless, because even he was unfamiliar with the man, didn't understand it.

......

The huge mountain has a huge staircase in the shape of a cross that is naturally generated.

Each stone step several feet high is covered with eternal ice and snow, and the meridians like blue and black gems carry a vicissitudes and strange power.

Not only the air, but even the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi became extremely thin at such a height.

At the base of Mount Kinabalu, near the pastures that ordinary herders could provide, there are caves inhabited by many true ascetic monks.

The ultimate pursuit of these monks is to reduce their own demands for this heaven and earth as much as possible, to reduce the intake of food as much as possible, and to pursue the peace and joy of the spiritual world as much as possible.

In the winter of this blizzard, even these true ascetics have withdrawn from these caves, but in a grotto on the mountainside, there is still a single ascetic.

The grotto is not deep, and in the middle of summer, the sun can fall to the end of the grotto.

The stone walls on both sides are carved with several Venerables whose faces are not clear, and their faces originally seemed to be a little vicious, but because of the time of carving, I don't know how many years have passed, and the smell of the years is entangled, and in the dim environment, there is a taste of compassion.

At the end of the grotto there were some dark purple cotton pads, frosty, and on them sat an old monk who was extremely thin.

The old monk's skin seemed to be tanned leather, clinging to the bones of his body, but when he opened his eyes, there was a crystal in his eyes, glowing with a true five-colored light.

A young man with a sword on his back appeared at the entrance of the cave, and at the same time as he opened his eyes, the figure was reflected in the depths of his pupils.

Feeling the smell of the sword unique to that city, the old monk felt that this was a fateful encounter, he spoke, and the vocal cords in his throat shook for the first time after many years of not shaking, and let out a gentle voice, "You are from Changling?"

The young man bowed and saluted, and said, "The junior Li Xixing, who was born in Changling, is a Qin person, your predecessor, and your old man, ask me to bring you something." ”

"The deceased?"

The old monk looked at the young man suspiciously, and asked without emotion, "What?"

Li Xixing got up, and a piece of wood in his hand popped out and fell in front of the old monk.

When this piece of wood flew in the air, the old monk's gaze was bright, and several statues of Venerable Venerables on the stone walls on both sides made some kind of strange sound, and the aura suddenly came into existence in the thin air, spraying out from the entrance of the cave like a fountain.

An inexplicable sound of gold and iron rang out.

The old monk stood up.

As he stood up, the piece of wood stayed in front of him, then dissolved into powder between his breaths, and the lines on the piece were still in his eyes.

"I see. ”

The old monk laughed, saluted Li Xixing, and said with a smile: "What else did he say to me?"

"I hope Donghu and Wushi are on good terms. Li Xixing said.

The old monk thought about it, and with real joy, said, "Okay." ”

"Anything else?"

"No more. ”

"Good. ”

When the second word "good" was spoken, the figure of the old monk disappeared from this grotto.

A kind of empty and vast meaning crossed Li Xixing's body and suddenly disappeared.

Li Xixing has seen countless strong people, especially Gu Huai's kind of strong people, but this kind of breath still makes him breathe.

......

On a hill, buildings are covered in yellow, white, and crimson.

These towering buildings that hold down the mountain are the imperial palaces of Donghu.

In the many ground floors of these palaces, there were countless serfs wailing under the leather whip, and the white and tender bodies of many female slaves weeping under the fat bodies of their masters.

Donghu was different from the various dynasties in the world at this time, except for the powerful, the rest were all slaves.

Outside the palace, there were sergeants with gold in their hands patrolling.

A barefoot old monk appeared on the main mountain road of the palace without warning.

"Who are you?"

Sensing the powerful aura on this old monk's body, a general who was blocking the mountain road asked cautiously.

"I want to see Jerod. ”

Yelu Zhenying should be the Emperor of Donghu.

The general wanted to ask again, but the monk's footsteps did not stop at all.

The general roared and couldn't help but make a move.

Suddenly there was a surge of gold on the mountain road, and countless sergeants poured from the mountain roads in all directions in the palace.

A wooden staff appeared in the old monk's hand.

The staff was black, like a burnt burning stick.

When this wooden staff appeared, his steps slowed down, and any terrifying aura on his body disappeared, just like an ordinary monk who didn't know how to practice at all and had never practiced before.

However, the terrifying aura was concentrated in the wooden staff in his hand.

He was just very simple, without any fancy handing out the wooden staff, striking at the person or blade that approached his body.

Not a single blow missed, and no one was able to withstand a blow from him.

Whether it was a low-level cultivator of the Three Realms and Four Realms, or even several generals of the Seven Realms, there was no difference before this wooden staff of his.

With just a rod, the flesh and blood on his body flew and he died.

"Who the hell are you?"

No one could stop the old monk's blow, and the old monk went straight into the palace and appeared in front of Emperor Donghu. In the terrified voice of the Donghu Emperor, the old monk just handed out the wooden staff again and struck it on the head of the Donghu Emperor.

With a pop, Emperor Donghu's head burst open as easily as a paper lantern.

The entire Donghu Palace suddenly fell silent like a wind and snow.

The old monk turned around and walked straight out along the mountain road from which he came.

The sword intent on that piece of wood talisman woke up the most missing true meaning in his cultivation is actually the word "direct", if you can cross the river barefoot, why step on a floating reed?

One pass is all the way, and if he does this today, since there is no one in the entire Donghu Palace who can resist, he naturally only needs to use the most direct method.

Killing Emperor Donghu directly in this way, the people in the Donghu Imperial Palace will naturally slowly know his identity and know that he is the strongest cultivator in the entire Donghu today.

"Friends with the Ushi. ”

When he walked out of the palace, he turned his head slightly and said this to the people in the palace.