When the dust of the bloody battle inside and outside the mass grottoes settled, Helan Changchun finally had 10,000 horsemen.

The three most elite teams of 10,000 people under the command of the king of Nanyuan, except for the one left in the hinterland, all the rest gathered here, which shows that the new king is bound to win this trip.

When Helan Changchun came to the only old Dongran who was still standing upright, the captain thrust the long knife in his hand into the ground, knelt on one knee with the knife, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty!"

Helan Changchun is still in his original attire, and he has not changed by the ascension to the throne, or because this throne has not been recognized by the king of Helan.

He sat on his horse and nodded, flicked the reins, and continued his march towards the mass grotto.

Lao Dongran raised his head, only to find that Helan Changchun was followed by a four-horse carriage, the carriage was airtight, although he couldn't see who was sitting in it, he already had a faint guess in his heart.

He stood up and was about to follow, but was stopped by a man, and when the captain saw the face of the man on horseback, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Kujochi, you lowly horse slave dare to stop me?"

On horseback was a young man in his twenties, of ordinary appearance, with rough and dark skin, most of the hair on his head had been shaved, and only a round green skin was left on each sideburn, which was a sign of slavery among the Di people, and they were not worthy of braids.

Ku Jochi smiled disappreciably, his teeth were white, his smile was pure, like a clear spring on a snow-capped mountain, without a trace of impurities, just this smile, it seemed to be a different person.

He bowed slightly on his horse and said, "Venerable Old Dongran Wanfu, I have been appointed by the king as the chief of the guard, and I am also the captain of this 10,000-strong team. ”

Lao Dongran showed an incredible expression, and said in surprise and anger: "When will Manu also be the chief of the guard and the commander of the ten thousand horses?

Kujochi put away his smile and said word by word in a very serious attitude: "The king has an order, and no one is allowed to approach without his permission!"

Lao Dongran looked back and found that in addition to the carriage, the 10,000-strong team that followed Helan Changchun no longer followed, but gradually dispersed, pulling out a huge encirclement.

There was no doubt in the words of the chief of the guard: "Please give the order of the commander and order your men to retreat outside this circle." ”

Lao Dongran only felt an evil fire rushing into his heart, and he almost couldn't help but draw his knife and hack to death the fox and fake tiger in front of him, this damn lowly embryo dared to question his loyalty and that of the warriors!

He snorted the ground, turned on his horse with a black face, and took the lead to run out of the encirclement.

The strong man standard-bearer holding the flag of the Chinese army followed closely, and all the Di cavalry belonging to Lao Dongran gathered towards the flag, and their morale was inevitably a little low.

Helan Changchun ignored the small movements of the generals under his command, he walked to the front of the ten thousand grottoes, first frowned and looked at the cave entrance that had collapsed, and then raised his head and looked at the great witch boyan hovering in mid-air, with complex handprints constantly changing in his hands.

"Master Boyan, is it okay?"

Boyan's dancing and handprints in the air did not trigger a trace of aura, let alone any vision, but at this time, he was already sweating profusely, and his complexion was as if he had just recovered from a serious illness and was almost prostrating, which was a bit incredible for a cultivator who had taken another step forward at the peak of inspiration.

He didn't have the strength to speak, he just nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Helan Changchun turned over and dismounted, walked to the four horses pulling the cart behind him, and as soon as he stood still, he threw a punch without warning, hitting one of the horses in the forehead.

Click!

The horse that had been punched for no reason didn't say a word, and immediately fell to death.

The other three horses were taken aback, but before they could make a move, Helan Changchun swung three punches in a row, hitting the forehead and the side of the ear respectively, and instantly followed in the footsteps of their companions.

Helan Changchun killed four horses in a row, walked to the side of the carriage casually, lifted the thick curtain and looked inside.

After a few moments, he lowered the curtain with a blank face, his legs sinked sharply, his knees bent slightly, and his arms lifted to support the bottom of the carriage.

In the eyes of a limited number of people, a greedy wolf with a black body and blood-red eyes squeezed out of the air from nothing.

This greedy wolf is not big, less than a foot tall, but it has a cruel and ruthless aura around it, which is eye-catching.

The greedy wolf raised his head to the sky, roared silently, and then pounced downward, attaching to Helan Changchun's body, and a pair of front paws like guns and halberds also supported the carriage.

Helan Changchun struggled to lift up, including the four horses pulling the cart, and forcibly took the entire carriage off the ground, and then let out a low shout, and lifted the cart and four horses above his head with a shake of his body.

Such divine power is not uncommon in the grassland, but the next move of the new king of the Southern Plains is a bit shocking.

He took the carriage and bent his knees, easily lifted a few feet off the ground, jumped straight up the mountainside, and then through the newly opened skylight, he fell lightly into the deep cavern of the mass grotto.

More than 10,000 people stared at the direction of the grottoes with wide eyes, and the grassland was silent at some point, and there was not even a trace of wind.

In the eternal silence, there was only a deep cavern and the gorgeous bird above the cave.

I don't know how long it took, Boyan in mid-air suddenly looked up at the sky, if someone came closer, they could see that there was no sadness or joy on the face of this great witch, and a pair of eyes were empty and godless.

Boyan, who had fallen into a strange state, formed his right hand into a palm and pressed it downward.

With this press, a desolate laughter suddenly came from the deep cave, but it stopped abruptly, and it was inaudible.

There is a vicious wind rising into the high sky from the cave, its color is like ink, its condensation is like waves, rushing and washing in the air, whistling endlessly.

Boyan almost fell from the air like a suicide, narrowly avoided the vicious wind and black waves, and after landing, he ran wildly, and ran outside the encirclement formed by Di Qi in one breath.

He was so tired that he couldn't breathe, but he was still gasping and laughing, and he was very happy.

This shamanic witch raised his hand and pointed to the mass grotto and said: "Everything is ready, only this wind is owed! Helan Changchun, if you don't ascend the throne at this time, when will you wait!"

Before Boyan could hear anything, the mountain of the grotto shook violently, and the rock cracked, creating an even bigger gap.

This time, everyone could see that a huge greedy wolf with a length of more than ten zhang and a height of several zhang drilled out of the hole, roaring in the sky, fierce and powerful.

The turquoise light visible to the naked eye rose from the four directions, especially the place where the corpses of the three thousand Di people who were killed in the battle were the most, and they all converged to the ten thousand caves.

The deep cave was even more green, turning into a ghostly flame that could be seen during the day, like a ghost.

"Hey, it's him!"

Someone on a hill in the south whispered.

"Second brother, do you know that noble person?"

Liu Tugou nodded at Yang Xiongji, and said suspiciously: "He is the senior brother of the head of the Yinshan Xuanzong of Nalaoshizi, and the two swordsmen who just let go of more than 3,000 people are also from the Yinshan Xuanzong, how can he fight his own family?"

Of course, the second master recognized that it was Helan Changchun, and the greedy wolf who roared in the sky and chased the clouds and fog was the most famous signboard.

Speaking of clouds and chasing fog, what's the matter with that shamanic witch? Isn't it said that only the realm of supernatural powers can enter and exit the Qing Netherworld, but on the other party, Liu Tugou didn't feel too dangerous aura, and it was not a little worse than Lu Jue's mourning.

Even if you are doing it with all your might, this spiritual sense will not be worse than Gao Ziyu's bamboo pole, right?

But Liu Tugou was sure that the other party did not find him.

Since he didn't find out that he was a grandmaster, the rest of the hundred-

If it weren't for that, the second master would have slipped away a long time ago.

He stared at the vicious wind and black waves above the mass grotto, his eyes flickering, and he fell into deep thought.