The Golden Dead's residence is very distinctive.

Metal stakes were cast into various bone-shaped, golden, silver and copper-colored bone-shaped stakes connected together to form a wall that stretched for two or three hundred miles, surrounding the entire headquarters of the Golden Dead.

A large number of strange runes are engraved on these bone-shaped stakes. Under the illumination of the virtual sun, these metal stakes continue to emit a faint black gas, covering the entire resident, and the shadows are indefinitely visible.

The sweaty Sun Zuo rushed into the Jin Dead headquarters through a side door.

Several leaders of Chonglou who were guarding the door wanted to stop Sun Zuo and asked something. Sun Zuo didn't say a word, and slapped several times, making several leaders roll around the ground. No one dared to say anything again.

Sun Zuo cursed all the way, pretending to be calm and walked quickly towards his hunting team.

After all, he is a "master" in the realm of the Life Pond. Although he combined it and untied more than 100,000 light threads on the thirty-three level of Heavenly Lock Tower... Even more light threads than Wu Tie untied now... Sun Zuo was also quite magical and walked very fast.

His hunting team is located near the wall. After all, it is a team that often goes out and doesn't robbery. Living here makes it easier for them to enter and exit.

Sun Zuo quickly broke into the small yard where the hunting team was stationed, and roared in a low voice: "Give you a hundred times to bring important things with you, and then... leave quickly. Before the blood scimitar people could catch up, leave quickly."

The small courtyard is in the shape of a courtyard house, with three-story buildings on all sides, and can accommodate two or three hundred people.

Hearing Sun Zuo's scolding, nearly two hundred men, women and young men wearing black soft armor suddenly emerged from the building. They surrounded Sun Zuo and asked about the situation ahead.

"Everyone knows that the three leaders took us to negotiate with the Blood Scimitar?"

"The blood scimitar, the damn bastard, they broke up on the spot... The three leaders were dead." Sun Zuo gestured to cut his neck and muttered in a low voice: "So, go quickly... run quickly... we must not bury the golden undead with us."

With a big breath, Sun Zuo grabbed the golden undead badge on his chest with one hand, pulled it down and threw it on the ground, and then stepped on one foot.

Once upon a time, the golden badge of the dead was Sun Zuo's pride and his greatest reliance. With this badge, Sun Zuo lived a wonderful life of leisure and unrestrained life in the Great Snake Cave.

But today, this badge is a deadly thing.

The three leaders are dead, and so many people in the Life Pond Realm are dead. Who would dare to wear this badge to sway across the market? Just wait for the blood scimitar and other forces of all sizes to kill.

This kind of thing... Sun Zuo, who has been with the Big Snake Cave for so many years, has seen it a lot.

For any destroyed force, slaves and servants will be divided up as wealth, middle and lower-level combatants will become slaves, and their lives will be worry-free.

A "master" like Sun Zuo in the Life-College Realm and a serious big boss-level figure will undoubtedly die, and no one will feel at ease to use the "high-level" of a hostile force like him.

"I don't want to die...so, hurry up and pack up the important things and follow me." Sun Zuo's body trembled slightly, and he roared in a low voice: "Once the blood scimitar army is surrounded, do you think you will have a life?"

Nearly two hundred hunting team members were trembling, and they ran away in a hurry, busy getting some luggage.

The backbone of this hunting team is Sun Zuo's old brother, and the others are also elites carefully selected and cultivated by Sun Zuo in recent years. Therefore, there is loyalty. Sun Zuo asked them to pack up their luggage, so they honestly packed their belongings, no one was making noises or yelling everywhere.

More than a dozen Sun Zuo's confidant brothers were also old team members who participated in the attack on the Wu Family Stone Fort back then surrounded Sun Zuo.

They are all shrewd old hunters, ready to set out, run around, fight, and fight at any time, so they carry important things with them at any time. They have nothing to clean up, and some floating wealth can be discarded at any time.

They lowered their heads slightly and listened to Sun Zuo's orders.

Sun Zuo's body trembled slightly, but there was a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to take his brothers away, and he would definitely not be able to act as the Golden Dead in the future. They even wanted to escape from the Black Snake Realm, the farther they ran, the better.

The little two hundred brothers' food, drink, defecation and sensation were all on him. It would be fine if he was away without cultivation resources. Sun Zuo felt that his idle cultivation was enough to support him for a period of time.

But without gold coins... that's absolutely impossible.

What to eat, drink, use... Of course, they can rob the family and do their jobs... But they are destined to live a hard life, so gold coins are still necessary.

"Come with me. Make a vote before leaving." Sun Zuo made up his mind. He looked at the team members who were quickly gathering around and made two gestures to them.

They are all elites trained by Sun Zuo over the past few years. These hunting team members do not need to talk nonsense. More than thirty members of the team pulled out strange-shaped crossbows.

The poison-tempered crossbow arrows were constantly pressing into the crossbow bullet bay. The group of people moved their hands while following Sun Zuo out of the courtyard.

Just three miles away from Sun Zuo and his headquarters, there was a sturdy stone fort under a huge stone pillar.

It is a logistics and supplies warehouse for the Golden Dead, which is specifically responsible for coordinating the logistics and supplies of all hunting teams and hunting teams in this area. It is also responsible for identifying and recycling various hunting teams, the trophy brought back from outside by the hunting teams, or evaluating the prices of some precious trophys, etc.

As far as Sun Zuo knew, in this logistics supplies warehouse, millions of gold coins, various Yuancao, and a large amount of military supplies were stored all year round.

This warehouse originally had a master from the Life Pond Realm in charge, and his strength was much stronger than Sun Zuo.

But just now, Sun Zuo saw with his own eyes that this master was killed by the blood scimitar man, so the other guards in this warehouse were naturally not placed on Sun Zuo's heart.

Make a vote quickly, take as much good things as you can, and then leave with the spoils.

Sun Zuo subconsciously accelerated his pace. For some reason, he always felt a little cold on the back of his neck.

Is it an illusion? It should be an illusion?

Sun Zuo led a large group of people to run forward quickly. Wherever he passed, the slaves and servants of the Jin Dead naturally did not dare to ask any questions. Anyone who dared to speak out would be ordered by Sun Zuo to solve the problem as quickly as possible.

It took Sun Zuo and his friends a little while to arrive at a distance of only three miles.

Facing dozens of guards standing outside the baggage warehouse, Sun waved his left hand and the team scored one left and right, revealing a group of hunting team members holding powerful crossbows.

Black arrows pulled the long and thin black flame tail, tearing the air with a harsh roar.

Only three or five guards standing in front of the baggage warehouse barely raised their shields and avoided this wave of arrow attacks.

Sun Zuo smiled lowly. He waved his hand forward and rushed up. Dozens of sword lights and sword lights flashed randomly. He instantly killed several lucky people who avoided the attack of crossbow arrows, and broke into the warehouse with a low smile.

Scareful howlings and curses kept coming from the warehouse.

The people in the warehouse were only some non-combat members who were responsible for logistics and chores. They had extremely low cultivation and weak strength, and were not opponents of elite hunting team members at all.

When Sun Zuo walked to the warehouse gate, he had already heard the wonderful sound of the heavy warehouse gate being opened.

Gold coins, Yuancao, and all kinds of treasures.

Sun Zuo was so excited that his whole body was trembling. He touched the inferior Qiankun bag on his waist and whispered: "Do you have a storage bracelet? Hurry up and find me the best... Damn, I'm fed up with it."

Sun Zuo's eyes were glowing, and his voice couldn't help but raise a few tones: "Also, I found the bracelet, fill it up and bring it over for me."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Zuo felt a heat rushing to the back of his neck.

Sun Zuo's body suddenly stiffened. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

A terrible pressure came from behind him, as if an ancient monster was standing behind him. As long as the other party gently moved a little finger, he would be crushed to pieces.

When Sun Zuo's crotch heated up, he peed directly.

His knees were weak and he knelt on the ground without hesitation. He did not dare to turn around, but said tremblingly: "Senior, senior, uncle, uncle... ancestor... as long as I don't kill me, my Sun Zuo will do anything for you."

"Although my Sun Zuo is very powerful, I..."

Wu Tie stood behind Sun Zuo. He held the White Tiger Strike in one hand and gently pressed the White Tiger Strike on Sun Zuo's shoulder.

His wrist just sank slightly, and a small part of the terrible weight of the White Tiger Strike pressed on Sun Zuo's body.

With the sound of "click", half of Sun Zuo's body changed shape, and half of the bones in half were crushed.

Wu Tie was so scared that he raised his wrist and patted his forehead a little annoyed... After coming out of Osiris's tomb, Wu Tie had adjusted the weight of the White Tiger Strike to 180 million kilograms.

Wu Tie is now used to display this weight just right, but for ordinary monks... even "My Life Pond Master" like Sun Zuo, it is really terrible and too powerless to bear it.

"It's so weak that it's like a scum... The black ring man Junsun Zuo..." Wu Tie pursed his lips and looked up at the dome above.

"I ask, you answer. Once the answer doesn't satisfy me, I promise you will regret it..." Wu Tie smiled coldly, and the many torture methods taught by Lao Tie were constantly rolling out in his mind.

Wu Tie also remembers the tortures that occurred during the "sinful sin" process in Osiris' tomb.

Regardless of whether Sun Zuo's answer satisfies him or not, Wu Tie is ready to perform well on Sun Zuo.

The army of blood scimitar rushed towards the Jin Dead's headquarters. Many masters of Jin Dead fled in a panic. They tried their best to escape back to their headquarters.

They all have the same idea as Sun Zuo.

A real man should not be free of money for a day. Before escaping, he must fill his pockets... In addition, they have some relatives and other relatives in the garrison, and these people also need to be taken to escape with them.

The Great Snake Cave was in chaos, and many forces close to the Blood Scimitar and the Golden Dead Territory sent teams to sneakily approach the boundary line.

Everyone's attention was on the blood scimitar and the fire of the golden undead, and everyone was ready to prepare for a feast of division.

No one noticed that the Eighteen Palace Kings had already brought a large group of people into the Snake Cave. They walked in easily, no one interrogated or inquired, and no one noticed the appearance of this team.

Naturally, they did not notice that at the entrance of the main corridor entering and leaving the Great Snake Cave, a beautifully dressed "caravan" walked in slowly.

This caravan can have more than 300 people, and there are only more than twenty trucks in their team. Dozens of giant rhinos-shaped monsters pulling the trucks. These trucks move slowly and listen to the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground. It is obvious that the trucks are very heavy.

The more than 300 caravans belonged to the tall and strong men, with blonde hair and blue eyes, red hair and blue eyes, or green hair and black eyes. In short, they have distinctive characteristics.

Under the leadership of a middle-aged strong man with plump hair, big bearded faces and round heads, they were talking and laughing relaxedly, and they walked into the big snake cave, which was famous for its chaos and killing, as if they were walking around in the mountains and rivers.

After entering the snake cave, they immediately found a secluded corner to settle the camp, scattered in groups of three or five, leaving only dozens of elite troops in the camp.

These people were wearing gorgeous robes and looked so special that they finally attracted the attention of a small force in the Great Snake Cave.

Several rat men approached the caravan's station with a sneaky face, greeting him from afar with a smile.

Several strong men walked out of the camp. They looked at the sneaky rat man, drew out the longbow, and shot the rat man on the spot without saying a word.

A strong man walked over, cut off the heads of several rat men, and piled up a small Jingguan.

He used the blood of the rat man to write a few big words "Whoever approaches dies" on the ground in a daze!

The small force who sent the rat man scout was stunned, so arrogant...the outsider.

Judging from the appearance and dress of these guys, they cannot be the local forces of the Great Snake Cave. They are outsiders... Do outsiders dare to be so arrogant in the Great Snake Cave?

Moreover, their clothes are so gorgeous that they are very greasy.

With a few gentle whistles, a team of four or five hundred people appeared outside the caravan's station.

Walking out of the corridor where the caravan came in, nearly a hundred miles away, a fork was placed on the pass. Dozens of elite armored soldiers in heavy armor were stationed at the pass, posing as if they were out of reach.

Walking inward along the fork that is dozens of meters wide, about three or five miles later, the terrain ahead suddenly became clear. A huge cave that could accommodate tens of thousands of people had been filled with various supplies, mounts, camel beasts and strong men.
Chapter completed!