When the night swallowed the last ray of sunset, Tushan Qingmei appeared on the edge of the Qinling Mountains with the company of Uncle Qi Jiupo, stepping on the reeds, and found that a lonely figure appeared on the top of the cliff on the way home.

The spear at this person's hand was inserted into the hard rock at will, like a dead branch, but it was still like a rotten brain, which was easy to do.

The hand covered under the dark armored stomach hugged her chest, and the gun was like an ancient pine, standing upright, with a faint light from the sharp blade, and the gully lines were faintly illuminated by blood. On her back was an ancient bow, revealing a piece of the bow body full of vulgarity, with a sudden edges and thorns everywhere, with ferocious and angry eyes. In the middle was a skeleton with its mouth wide open, with its fangs bulging, and was frightened.

There is no helmet on his head, revealing a handsome and shiny face. He is not old, but his temples are already bright, like snow, his eyes are deep like a pool, and the hair tips that move in the night wind ripples slightly, carrying the eternal age.

When Qingmei and others appeared, he looked silently until the distance was closer. After suddenly realizing that, Uncle Qi and Jiu Po ​​began to slow down, then slowly stretched out his hand, squinted his eyes, and hooked his fingers.

Uncle Qi quickly exchanged eyes with Jiu Po, trying to find a way out, but Qingmei sighed and said, "Go down!"

"He has unfathomable strength, and I am afraid that my brother and sister are not the opponent..." Uncle Qi said hurriedly, his voice trembling slightly. It was not because he was afraid of this Qi Refiner, but because he was afraid that he could not take care of the lady, so he was palpitations.

"I can't escape!" Qingmei's plain voice did not change at all. After the enemy appeared, the fear was reduced a lot. Knowing that there was no way to escape, he could calm down and face his hands directly, his heart was as calm as water: "The bow behind him is the Qiankun Bow!"

"Qiankun Bow!" Yishou's face changed suddenly, and he said with a trembling voice: "Is he... the King of Hunxi?"

"Yes, he is the Li family in Chentang. Li Zhengbei, who was named King of Hunxi by the founding king of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is also the heir of the human world left by the immortal family!" Qingmei replied softly, smiled, with a hint of depressedness in her smile, and said, "Let's go down! In front of the Qiankun Bow and the Shi Tian Arrow, even a big monster may not be able to escape, let alone us?"

Uncle Qi Jiu Po's face was ashes, slowly lowering the clouds and gradually falling towards the mountain...

There are many kings and marquises in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Generally speaking, they are divided into three categories. Those who are literary are granted marquis and titles, and they are appointed as ministers; those who are warriors and titles are appointed as generals, such as Ji, Huang, Nangong, and Su, all of whom are blessed by the ancestors and can become generals in one place. The last category is that although they are granted marquis, they do not lead the army, but only to govern the country.

People in the world have known each other as the kings of the country.

Among them are the descendants of the Kunlun Qi Refiner, the Lord of the Gods, and the founding prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Jiang Shang, the descendant of the human world;

The guards of Chentang Pass, four people from a family became immortals, and the throne led the heavenly soldiers, and the descendants of the Li family whose three sons became immortal generals;

The descendants of Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian, who practiced Guankou, listened to the tune but not the Xuan;

The journey of the earth escape, the unparalleled walker, the descendants of the Tu Xing grandson and Deng Chanyu;

Marriage in heaven, the fantasy flag is flying, descendants of Hong Jin and Princess Long Ji;

The two whips are great, the dragon and horse are misty, and the Shang army is invincible to fight against the demon clan, guarding the Guangmao of Nanzhou, and hearing the descendants of the Taishi;

The ancestors of the Six Kings were not ordinary people, but the best among the Qi Refiners. They had countless magic techniques in their families. Therefore, when Taigong first established the country, he reported to King Wu and appointed his descendants as King Shun. He did not lead the army, but only fought against demons. He was called Zhenguo, but actually became the demon.

Even Taigong himself, although his descendants were named Tianshan Die Head, he only took the title from a distance and did not accept it. This is why.

The six kings represent the most powerful Qi refiner in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty. They have a transcendent status and although there are differences in each generation, among this generation, the descendants of the Li family, Li Zhengbei, the current descendants of the Hunxi King, and Yang Jian, and Yang Muxi, the current king of Fuyuan. It is said that they have reached the realm of heaven and man. As long as they are willing, they can ascend to become immortals at any time.

Since the King of Hunting Li Zhengbei appeared in front of everyone, the Qiankun Bow Dazzled the Sky Arrow behind him must be the fierce magic weapon that had shot to death by Queen Shiji. Facing him, even if Uncle Seven and Nine Woman brought the purple gold gourd and the jade bottle, she would definitely not be a match!

If the realm is not as good as it is, even if you have magic tools, it is difficult to fully display it!

Since it is called King Hunxi, naturally, the fief of the Li family has been changed to the northwest, not a city, but hidden in the world. When the monster appears in the world, King Hunxi will naturally not be able to wait.

The three demons slowly settled and came to Li Zhengbei. The green-eyed white skirt fluttered freely in the night wind, which seemed extremely eye-catching. They kept a distance of about three feet to settle the mountain. The two half-step monsters were full of vigilance in their eyes, but the green-eyed girl was not afraid. Facing the mighty power of the King of Hunxi, he said, "Senior, wait for me here?"

"Do you know, how many people have you killed this time?" King Hunxi's voice was cold, like frost, without any emotion. He ignored Qingmei's question, but directly touched the two demons.

The two demons' bodies were stiff, and it could be seen that they were even trembling, as if they could not stand the invasion of the night wind. They were not afraid of living, but when the King of Hunxi asked, the two demons felt the huge pressure and blood that suddenly enveloped their bodies, and it was like the entire Shura hell pressing on them.

After a while, Lao Wen spoke dryly: "Wars always kill people. Not only the human race, but also the death and injury of my demon race is also extremely huge..." The voice became smaller and smaller, and the shaking of the body became bigger and bigger, because when he spoke, anger faintly appeared in the pressure, demonstrating the displeasure of the King of Hunxi.

"Do you know, how many people have you killed this time?" King Hunxi repeated it, his tone and tone did not change at all, and his voice was so cold that it was almost frozen.

The old mother's words stopped abruptly, and the old man Tu Qi took a deep breath and said, "More than 55,000 people, only a thousand escapees, so let's just say that we have killed the 54,000 tribes!"

King Hunxi was silent for a while before he said, "You shouldn't have killed!"

The old mother suddenly sneered and said, "It doesn't matter whether it should be or not, it's already killed!" She said very toughly, but if she looked closely, she would find that her hands were holding the cane very tightly, her finger bones and joints were already white, and she was suppressing the tremor in her body, and she barely threw this hard word in front of the King of Hunxi.

King Hunxi looked at her, but suddenly turned his head to Qingmei. His voice was cold and clear, but it was slightly more warm than the two of them: "Tushan clan, or Qingqiu clan?"

"Tushan, Tushan Qingmei." Qingmei also felt the huge pressure like ice, and did not dare to make any moves at all. Apart from his question, he did not dare to add a word, and even his breathing paused under such extreme pressure and could not move.

"Tushan family...Tushan family..." King Hunxi murmured for a few words and fell into deep thought.

Qingmei suddenly felt that the pressure on her body decreased, and her breathing was connected again by herself. The two half-step monsters felt relaxed. They looked at each other, exchanged eyes, and called each other's thoughts eagerly and quickly. They took action, but they still didn't take action, escape, or escape...

Just when everyone thought that the King of Hunting was about to continue, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, gently pulled it, and took the Qiankun Bow in his hand. Almost at the same time, the purple gold gourd and the mutton fat jade bottle were also taken out by the two demons, and they both took two steps forward, blocking the green eyebrows behind him.

Is this going to take action?

To everyone's expectations, King Hunxi took the bow in his hand, and did not look at the three demons for a long time, nor did he take the arrow. Instead, he placed the bow on his chest, stretched out his left hand to put the bowstring and pressed it gently.

The fingers were tweaking, and the bowstrings suddenly sounded. Although it was just a string, it was like a boundless cry and whine in the ears of the three demons, which instantly filled everyone's heart. This feeling was like someone suddenly stuffing a huge world into his mind, making people swell and split, but he could feel the endless pain in the sky and the trembling from the depths of his soul.

The strings move, like white clouds and dogs flying, and like a big river rolling and surging, rising and falling, endless. Between the sea of ​​clouds, there are endless crying and shouting, screaming all over the sky,

Qingmei was instantly trapped in depth. Although the string sound was incomprehensible, it grabbed him deeply, shocked him, unable to refuse or resist him, and could only let him urge his mind to break freely, and he was about to die.

The other two demons had a high level of cultivation, so they naturally had no powerlessness and struggled to resist, but they were shocked to find that their hearts were already connected with the sound of the strings and could not get rid of them. When they used a little force, they felt the heart-wrenching pain, which was already tightly tied together.

Just the string movement is like this, but the realm is different, and it is a world of difference.

When the three demons tried their best to resist and were about to collapse, and they were struggling and unable to do so, the string sound suddenly stopped, from the beginning to the end, only seven strings and twenty-one sounds, but it seemed that they had spent a long time in the ears of the three demons, after years of calendar months.

King Hunxi turned his hand and stretched out his hand behind Qiankun bow. The huge spear immediately pulled up from the rock and flew into his hand, like a dragon and snake [Literature Museum      www.wxguan.xyz]. Then he said lightly: "Follow me, I won't kill you!"

Qingmei did not dare to speak, but quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Her physical strength and spirit had already weakened to the extreme at this moment. After touching the sound of the strings, she only knew how powerful the human race in front of her was. This kind of power was unattainable for her and the two old monsters. Not to mention taking action, perhaps just one look could take his life without any resistance.

"No……"

Tu Qi and Tu Jiu were obviously more injured than Qingmei. The strings were moved and the heart was not only mentally oppressed, but also appeared in the body at the same time. The rust-like bloody smell gradually came out of the body. Although the damage to the internal organs was not fatal, they temporarily lost the power of resistance. But even so, when I heard that the King of Hunxi was going to take Qingmei away, the old mother still forced herself to support her body and spoke stubbornly:

"Unless you kill..."

"Jiu Po!" Qingmei suddenly interrupted her angry words and said, "Since the King of Hunxi takes me away, he will not kill me!"

"But Miss..."

"Nothing but!" Qingmei looked up at Jiu Po, her face turned pale after experiencing the shock just now, but now she began to turn red for no reason, like rouge and lipid, and was also injured. Her eyes looked at Jiu Po ​​complex and deep, as if there were endless points: "If you don't kill me, what's the harm in taking me away? Even if you and Uncle Qi die here, you can't change it. So why do you have to show off your strength and die in vain?"

"this……"

"You go back!" Qingmei did not give Jiu Po ​​any chance to speak, and immediately added: "Don't save me, don't worry about me, go back to Tushan!"
Chapter completed!