"Lord Wang, are we going back to the house next?"

Slowly moving forward, next to the wide carriage, the general of the Bei'an Wangfu who was in charge of the guard asked in a low voice into the carriage.

Exploited the loophole, as the place of fireworks in the Shenjing City, the three rivers and six banks naturally did not dare to swagger in the center of the city, which is tantamount to provoking the majesty of the Zhao family, the lord of Great Xia, so its geographical location is a remote place in the south of Shenjing City, and as we all know, the temperature in the northwest of Great Xia is extremely low, and in winter, all the rivers and lakes in the entire Shenjing City will freeze.

The general's inquiry fell, and after a while, the response of the vicissitudes of the king of Bei'an sounded in the carriage.

"I don't need to rush home, I need to think about something. ”

"No!"

On the road in the southern suburbs of Shenjing City, there were slightly snowy trees on both sides, and the entire team driving forward slowed down, and inside the carriage, there was no so-called charm, the old king of Bei'an sat upright with his eyes closed, his expression was solemn, and the faint killing intent on his whole face had not yet dissipated, and around him, a large number of young women were also sitting quietly aside, not daring to disturb in the slightest.

Suddenly, the whole team came to a halt, and then from outside the carriage came the unbelievable voice of the general.

"King, lord, we can't go any further, because the road ahead has disappeared, and someone has moved a mountain and blocked the road. ”

The old Bei'an King in the carriage opened his eyes, and a trace of blood-colored thunder flashed in his eyes, and then slowly lifted the curtain of the carriage and walked out, looking ahead, his eyes narrowed slightly.

On the wide road that originally led to the Shenjing City, a mountain appeared, which could block the entire road, leaving no gaps, and on the mountain, there was a person sitting with dark bronze skin and not a tall body, but the beast jacket on his body was lifted outward.

One of the three kings of Great Xia, the Zhongli clan, the king of the Western Barbarians.

King Bei'an clenched his fist in his right hand, the blood-red thunder on it was entwined and flickered, his right foot exerted force, the whole person was like a thunder god, piercing the void, in the blink of an eye, before the mountain, the right fist was smashed forward, accompanied by the roar of thunder, the whole mountain peak was violently shocked backwards, the thunder right fist did not give up, and continued to swing the fist again, as if to release a trace of the pent-up killing intent contained in the heart, punch after punch, the mountain peak retreated and retreated, and countless stones rolled down and fell, forming a terrifying scene.

Eventually, the old king of Bei'an stopped throwing his fist, and the mountain peak in front of him had been smashed backwards for ten miles, leaving a hideous and terrifying scar on the ground.

No matter how violently the old Bei'an King attacked, the Western Barbarian King sitting on the mountain peak was still unmoved, even if the mountain he was sitting on was the manifestation of his Dao soul, even if there were faint blood gushing out of the corners of his mouth, he still didn't say a word, waiting for the former to stop his body, and then spoke lightly:

"How's it going, are you feeling better, can you drink?"

The old King of Bei'an below nodded, waved his sleeves, turned into a blood thunder, and instantly appeared on the mountain peak, sitting cross-legged opposite the Western Barbarian King.

"Fang Cai's formation is too big, it has attracted too many monks, and there are many people, so I'll wait to go to a quiet place. ”

When the words fell, the Western Barbarian King raised his hand and patted the mountain peak below, and the entire mountain suddenly shook violently, and then two huge hands broke out of it, followed by the head, body, and legs, and in just a few breaths, a rock giant that leaned on the sky and the earth appeared in the southern suburbs of Shenjing City.

On the top of the giant's head, there were two figures, and then they raised their giant feet, stepped out, crossed the vast distance, and walked out of the Shenjing City with two feet, heading to the northwest.

Between the vast frozen soil and the cold wind in the northwest, a rock giant standing on the top of the sky sits cross-legged, from a distance, it looks like a vague pillar of the sky, the head of the giant, the two kings of Daxia cook wine and drink.

The wine is an ordinary rice wine purchased from a random wine shop in Shenjing City, and the desk is the most ordinary oak table in ordinary people's homes, but the location is not ordinary.

The wind is raging, and the extremely cold northern wasteland is thousands of feet high in the sky.

But as soon as these Gangfeng, who could cut ordinary monks in half, as soon as they approached the head of the rock giant, they were directly blocked by an invisible barrier, and they were not allowed to enter, and then the aroma of wine wafted out, accompanied by the deep voice of the Western Barbarian King.

"Jiang Yu, the people of our generation who won the surname Fourteen, the missing are missing, the dead are dead, and now, there are only a few people who are still alive, this Jiazi, I am most worried about you, but now, Daxia has also entered the era of the new emperor, listen to me, it is time to let go, you owe your children too much. ”

The eyes above the face of the Western Barbarian King were scorching, looking at the King of Bei'an who was drinking silently in front of him, with melancholy in his voice, and then continued to speak:

"Back then, I waited for Big Brother Wuji to know about it, and forced you to kill her with your own hands, but after all, she was the only descendant bloodline of the Ying family, but she concealed her identity and became your wife. ”

When he heard these four words of killing with his own hands, the hand holding the wine glass of the old Bei'an King suddenly clenched, and the green tendons on it were exposed, and they were bulging, which made his heart extremely uncalm, but his face was expressionless, and then he shook his head and said softly:

"It's not over yet. ”

Hearing this, the whole person of the Western Barbarian King leaned forward directly, his face was solemn, and he asked lightly:

"What do you mean by that?"

"She wasn't dead. ”

The old king of Bei'an closed his eyes and gently spit out such a sentence, but it made the king of the Western Barbarians directly change his face wildly, slapped the table in front of him, and shouted angrily:

"You actually hid it from us and let her go? No, we watched her die with our own eyes, how could she not be dead!"

"The mirror flower and the moon and the moon, the one who died, is just the moon and the moon. ”

After Lao Bei'an's response through the vicissitudes of life fell, the Western Barbarian King stood up and kept muttering:

"Confused, confused, why are you so confused!"

The old king of Bei'an opened his eyes, and in an instant, he became extremely solemn, and the infinite killing intent came out of his body, and the entire void ravaged by the wind flashed out of thin air, as if this sky-breaking halberd, which had been sleeping for a long time, began to change again with a sharp edge that pierced the heavens and the earth!

"Someone told me today that there is a gathering place for the remnants of the Win clan in the Far North Snow Field, and I know that this is a trap nine times out of ten, but I have to go, everything starts with me, so after so many years, then it is up to me to end, if I don't come back, it is also an explanation!"

"When are you going to head north to the snowfield?"

The old king of Bei'an stood up, looked ahead, which was the direction of Shenjing City, and muttered:

"I will enter the palace today to meet the new emperor, and then ask to wash away the sins of this body, this may be the last time I will drink with you, cherish!"

After speaking, the old king of Bei'an jumped down from the top of the rock giant's head, turned into a blood-colored thunderbolt, and stabbed into the distance.

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