Eight Feet Mountain.

The time that Feng Bai has to soak in the blood pool every day is getting shorter and shorter.

She could feel that the blood pool of the demon clan was the greatest place of opportunity creation in the Western Regions.

The bottom of the blood pool, which seems to be connected to the bottom of the Eight Feet Mountain range, takes root.

At the bottom of the eight-foot mountain, no one knows.

This mountain has existed for a long time, but in the era when the demon clan was at its weakest, the great world where the Chu character king flag was planted all over the world seemed to have been shaken by a certain great kendo cultivator.

At the bottom of the blood pool, there were wisps of sword qi.

So soaking in the blood pool, it is like soaking in sword qi, and the sword qi entering the body is extremely tormenting, and every wisp of it will penetrate people's bones and cut to the bottom of their hearts.

Feng Bai stroked the long hair floating on the pool of thick ink blood, turned his head slightly, and his long hair opened like a peacock.

She slowly stood up, and the peacock closed.

Exposed outside the pool of blood, is a body so white that people dare not look at it, long hair clings to the uneven waist, every time you stand up, it will converge a little, and finally Feng Bai slowly walked out of the blood pool, and the last bit of hair stuck to the surface of the blood pool was dragged to the ground, and walked with this indistinguishable white tiger sage.

Feng Bai was naked, moving forward thoughtfully.

She walked slowly in the empty hall, all the monsters in the hall lowered their heads, eager to gouge out their eyes, suppressed the desire to hook the soul to the extreme, and did not dare to raise their heads, for fear of blaspheming the woman in front of them.

"Great Sage!"

One after another.

Feng Bai sounded a little trance-like.

But she knew it herself.

The so-called Four Great Sages of the Western Regions.

Gu Shengcheng can only be regarded as a half-respecter.

She and Conghu are not one together.

Only the West Demon can be regarded as the advent of the Great Sage, and the power, bloodline, and talent of the demon clan can be used by her to the extreme.

So she was well aware.

If one day, the West Demon returns to this hall, then these monsters who call themselves the Great Sage will all be submissive to the West Demon.

The master of the Western Regions has always been the Western Demon.

It was like that many years ago.

Feng Bai thought about the purple-robed man's promise to him.

This will not be the case anymore.

She walked to the main beam of the main hall, stretched out her wet palm, and gently and slowly pressed against the pillar.

It's like having a soul with someone thousands of miles away.

She said in a meek voice, "Congratulations on breaking through the Western Barrier. ”

Thousands of miles away, only a lukewarm sentence came.

"I heard that Ren Pingsheng died in battle, and Jiang Qingyi escaped with his life......" Feng Bai thought of this little episode.

She has always been responsible for leading the overall situation.

She sat in the eight-foot mountain hall and issued orders with this demon pillar.

She didn't think that with the ruthless character of the West Demon, she would actually let Jiang Qingyi survive?

The voice thousands of miles away was still indifferent: "That Confucian general fled quickly, and this seat didn't catch up." ”

Feng Bai smiled lightly: "It's not in the way, Jiang Qingyi is already a waste." I'm afraid that after he knows the truth, he will take crazy revenge on the Western Regions. ”

The West Demon frowned slightly.

She said with some confusion: "How do you know that Xiguan will cross that long border line?"

This is the point that the West Demon has always wanted to ask.

She went to Xiguan, and the overall situation is current, and it has always been Fengbai on the eight-foot mountain who is in charge.

Feng Bai wants to wait for the staggered line of Xiguan in the Western Regions first, showing the enemy weakness, it is best to force Ren Ping to use his double sword to see if he can kill this Xiguan swordsman, if not, then retreat into the Western Regions and wait for Xiguan to pursue.

Jiang Qingyi has always been a bold and careful person.

The Western Demon didn't believe that Jiang Qingyi would go crazy and take the risk of crossing the border of the Western Regions with such a large number of iron horsemen to the area covered by his own mountains and seas.

Jiang Qingyi actually came.

It was something she couldn't figure out.

Feng Bai, who was standing in the hall of the Eight Feet Mountain, was silent for a moment, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I just happened to make a bet, and I won the bet." That's all. ”

The West Demon let out an indifferent "oh".

"You can continue to tear the hole to the east, and the beast tide of the demon clan will be behind you, providing you with the most solid protection. Feng Bai said calmly: "I suggest that you attack the city alone, you have this ability." One person attacking the city can make the demon clan's advance speed reach the fastest, and cut into the hinterland of the Northern Wei Dynasty as much as possible. ”

Xiyu hummed softly.

She didn't seem to take this sentence to heart, just said three words.

"I will. ”

After that, contact was severed.

......

......

The main hall of Luoyang.

As always.

Countless officials scolded one person angrily.

Cao Zhixuan sat on the throne and felt bored, and what these officials scolded over and over again was carved out of a mold.

Ignoring the imperial power, he sent troops privately and put the sixteen-character battalion to death.

The western barrier was broken, Ren Ping lived and died, and he was the only one who survived.

Count the days.

It's time too.

Above the main hall, the sound of angry scolding has never stopped, and in the noisy sound, no one noticed that Cao Zhixuan's eyes suddenly flashed with a ray of light.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle.

A man with a disheveled cape walked into the main hall.

The sound of his walk was incredibly soft.

It's so light that in this chaotic environment, no one even hears clearly, there is such a person, walking in.

But he's just too remarkable.

A terrified green armor, the light armor was torn open and turned out, revealing a gray-black charred robe inside, and even stained with blood.

The loud and enthusiastic voice on the side glanced coldly at the eyes of the man in this hall, and shivered with fright.

The unkempt man, every distance he walked, the sound of a distance was extinguished.

He just walked on top of the main hall.

Go all the way to the front.

In the end, only two voices remained.

"The minister thinks! Jiang Qingyi is heinous and unforgivable, and he should be punished for his crimes!"

The two officials stood at the front of the main hall.

Unbeknownst to them, no one else spoke in the hall, and the unkempt man had already walked to their side.

Cao Zhixuan didn't speak, with a smile on his face, with encouraging eyes, he looked in the direction of the two Yanguan, and his eyes signaled the person in this direction to speak.

Then a hoarse voice sounded beside the official.

"Tell me about it, you should control the river and light clothes...... What sin?"

The two officials barely thought and shouted, "Of course it's a capital crime!"

Turning his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of the owner of the voice.

It's the unkempt man next to him.

Then he recognized the face.

And what scared the gods was not the face that they condemned to death.

Jiang Qingyi's face was sloppy, gray and ugly.

But those eyes are like a demon that lives in the whole hell.

On the top of the main hall, the guards with knives on both sides of Cao Zhixuan were terrified.

The two guards with knives in the eight-rank realm wanted to hold down the scabbard like a ghost, but they only heard two sounds of unsheathing!

Two sword rays of light were pulled out of the sheath, like the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens.

Piercing the main hall.

Slipped into Jiang Qingyi's hands.

Jiang Qingyi's hand rose and fell.

The sword light cut down, and the two heads fell to the ground, and the bones rolled all the way.

Roll over the path you have walked when you came, and roll into a dead stream of blood in this great hall.

Jiang Qingyi didn't look up, letting the blood gather from the tip of the knife and flow under his feet.

There was a dead silence.

He asked softly, "Who else is going to punish me?"

(That's all for tonight's updates~)