As Qin Yan said......

It's really too late!!

Fifty minutes ago, the Potala Palace, where the ruins are located.

When the sky is about to dawn, it is the thickest time of the night, although the cold rain has already stopped, but the wind is very strong, bringing up the snow swaying, one by one like dancing ghosts.

When the night approached the Potala Palace, it was extinguished by snow-white searchlights, and under the light, teams of soldiers or special police, fully armed, patrolled through the snow.

Here, now, it is still in absolute lockdown.

It's just that the Potala Palace is too big and too big, and a complete lockdown requires a few thousand people, to say the least.

As a result, many conscientious soldiers and special police officers can only do their best and patrol back and forth.

Although the searchlights were bright, they couldn't suppress the dark night at all, so no one noticed that a few black images were like stepping on the snow without a trace, perfectly bypassing the outer blockade and approaching the Potala Palace.

The Potala Palace under the night, even more desolate, the magnificent white walls of the past have collapsed, there are broken holes everywhere, several remnants of the wall have been burned black by the fire, and they have not yet fallen, and at this moment they are used as a barrier against the wind by some soldiers and special police who are resting in shifts, hiding behind the fire.

"Dude, would you like a cigarette?"

In front of a small fire, a soldier took out a cigarette roll from his pocket, put it in his mouth, took out another one, and asked the SWAT officer who was in the same shift as him.

"Huhu, it's good to have one, the weather of this dog is about to freeze to death. ”

The special police officer sighed, moved his body that was about to freeze, reached out and took the cigarette, and then smiled bitterly.

"I don't know what is there to keep in this place? It's not the Old Summer Palace, and there are no treasures!!

The soldier smiled when he heard this, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, and at the same time, lowered his voice and said, "Be quiet, don't let those brothers inside hear." ”

As he spoke, an expression of admiration appeared on the soldier's face.

After going through countless severe colds, he felt that his body was about to freeze tonight, but the few guys who were guarding the Potala Palace and exuding murderous intent didn't even make a bunch of fire.

He didn't know that those guys were from the country.

"Brother, who the hell are they? ”

The SWAT took a cigarette in his mouth, put his head in front of the lighter, and asked in a low voice, when he suddenly heard a soft sound in the distance, as if something had fallen to the ground.

The keen senses made the SWAT immediately look back, and his right hand subconsciously clenched the cold rifle in his hand.

However, as the line of sight swept by, there was nothing but the snowflakes floating in the wind, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Turning back in confusion, secretly wondering if he had heard it wrong, when the SWAT turned around and wanted to continue to light the cigarette, he saw the soldier facing him, with a smile on his face, but the whole person fell straight back.

At the same time, a streak of blood appeared on the top of his neck.

"Grass !!"

With a low curse, the SWAT immediately raised his gun, but he felt a sudden slight numbness in the back of his head, and at the same time, something seemed to fly over his head.

At this moment, the SWAT's consciousness was blurred, and he subconsciously reached out and touched the back of his head.

However, the place behind his head, with its lush hair, soft scalp and hard skull, was replaced by a large warm hole, and when his fingers directly touched a hot and soft object, the boundless darkness quietly swallowed him in an instant.

"Pounce!"

In the next moment, the SWAT fell into the bloody field, and the warm blood flowed silently from his severed head, and soon froze.

At the same time, there are more than 40 special police officers or military personnel like him who take turns to rest near the Potala Palace.

But......

In just a few dozen seconds, they all turned into unconscious corpses, either with a sharp blade in their throats or through their heads with a foreign object.

The people who killed them were several......

Men in Black.

With the help of the little fire on the ground, it can be seen that these people are wrapped in black clothes, and even the top of their heads is covered with black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes, and the essence is shining.

Almost after the massacre, several black-clothed people seemed to melt into the night, and their bodies fluttered into the Potala Palace with the strong wind.

was about to make a move, but they stopped one by one and looked up at the other side.

On the opposite side, there stood several men in army green raincoats.

Looking at this dress, it should be a cultivator who stayed here in the country.

"Islanders?"

Looking at a few people in black, an indifferent voice sounded among the cultivators.

No one answered, and several men in black stood still.

"Monk?"

The words of the cultivator became more and more indifferent, but there was no sign of doing it for the time being.

Until......

It wasn't until they saw a few corpses lying on the snow behind the black-clothed men that the corners of the eyes of several young cultivators twitched slightly, and their expressions became hideous.

At the same time, several men in black shot.

I didn't see any movement from them, I just felt that the snow was drifting in the air, and the air currents that were rushing through had reached the side of several cultivators, blowing up the army-green raincoats on their bodies.

"Kill !!"

With a cold opening, several national cultivators also moved at the same time, and went straight to the opponent.

In an instant, a few faint rays of light rose up, mixed with a few snow-white sword lights.

Then, a few more blood stains appeared on the bloody field.

Immediately, several young cultivators fell to the ground on their knees clutching their throats, or their bodies were pierced by hidden weapons, and their bodies fell into the snow.

In an instant, they paid with their lives.

However, a few people in black were not having a good time, except for one person who was shocked by the Dao technique and died tragically in the internal organs, the remaining few people were more or less injured, and blood flowed out and fell to the ground and turned into ice crystals.

However, they did not pause for a moment, did not even collect the corpses of their companions, and the rest of them continued to go deeper into the Potala Palace.

Looking at the direction they were traveling, it seemed like a small temple that once stood on the top of a mountain.

I don't know, where is something waiting for them?

(ps: Come on, guess what, which one is waiting for these turtle sons?Now the collection is only 222, I'll go, it's not funny.) Although I don't see where these 222 brothers or sisters are, I think you are still reading this book. Since someone reads it, I'll write it well, hehe. When other recommendations come in a few days, the number of updates will be increased. At the same time, I also hope that the brothers or sisters who like this book, vote a lot, support a lot, thank you!)