On the snowy rock, a group of four people were rushing towards the direction of the Goddess Peak.

The leader was wearing bright silver armor, riding a demon Qilin Horse, holding a silver spear of two meters and five meters long. It was Zhao Xingzhou, the commander of the Yunyu Army's Tianwei. Although the demon Qilin Horse under his crotch was huge, it was like an agile antelope on the snow rock, jumping around, and it was vaguely one point faster than the other three warriors.

Obviously, the physical strength of this ancient beast is still above ordinary human-like warriors.

Following Zhao Xingzhou was a man wearing black leather armor and holding a large iron spear. The man's face was tough and his eyes were as cold as an iceberg. Every step he took, his body kept straight, and the distance between his steps was exactly the same, as if he had measured a ruler.

This one who looks like a robot more like a human is Lin Shanjun's invincible magic gun, Wei Yangyan, a professional soldier and a killing machine. He is also the second only to Zhao Xingzhou among this group.

Behind Wei Yangyan were Ye Junxi dressed as a scholar, and Qing Yueyang holding an iron bow and carrying an arrow. They did not have powerful ancient beast mounts like the Heavenly Demon Qilin Horse, so they could only walk behind Zhao Xingzhou.

Zhao Xingzhou, Wei Yangyan, Ye Junxi and Qing Yueyang and his group ran quickly towards the Goddess Peak. Zhao Xingzhou rode the Demon Qilin Horse, and the remaining three were all martial arts masters, so they were very fast along the way, leaving almost a series of afterimages.

However, the more I climbed to the height of Goddess Peak, the temperature around me became lower and lower, and snowflakes gradually appeared in the air, as if a blizzard was about to take place.

A few minutes later, several people came to a small tent, where several Sky Guards were surrounded by snow and frosty faces were stationed.

As soon as they saw Zhao Xingzhou and others coming, they reported: "General! He hasn't moved for two hours."

Another soldier said: "I have been chasing him for so long, poisoning him in the water, poisoning him in animals, and secret arrows, fire attacks and poisonous smoke. I'm afraid he has reached his limit."

Zhao Xingzhou shook his head, sat on the Demon Qilin, looking at the mountain vaguely in the wind and snow from afar, and said, "He was not tired and resting, but felt murderous intent, so he had to rest and adjust and greet us in the best state.

I could sense that he was looking at us.”

Speaking of this, he ignored whether others understood his mysterious and wonderful sense of emotion. Instead, he asked directly: "Master Mu, Huntian Demon, Qing Yueying, and the Sky Snake King, are all ready?"

Wei Yangyan nodded and said, "They are both guarding the camp on the left and in the middle. If they see wolf smoke, they will support them at any time." The two he said are naturally Marshal Mu and Huntian Demon.

Qing Yueyang on the other side also nodded: "Everything is ready." But what he thought to himself was: 'Azuo, this guy was not found by the time I left. Couldn't this guy come with me, right?" He subconsciously looked back, but in the wind and snow, there was no trace of human beings.

Hearing the two of them answered, Zhao Xingzhou nodded, and a domineering thought came out of his body: "I was worried that Qing Yueying would be difficult to defend alone, but now it's almost done with the Sky Snake King. Three of them will fight against the Holy Son of Yanmo in a while, and I will be the main one. You just need to do your best to assist me."

This kind of domineering is also Zhao Xingzhou's concept of martial arts, and it almost runs through his life, people, things, wars and other aspects.

When everyone present heard Zhao Xingzhou's words, they also performed differently. Wei Yangyan's expression remained unchanged, as if the robot had not responded, and Qing Yueyang frowned and did not speak. Ye Junxi looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he became more and more disgusted with Zhao Xingzhou's domineeringness.

"Come with me."

But how could Zhao Xingzhouyou care about what the three of them were thinking? The silver god of death in his hand was shocked, and the people and horses roared, and rushed out like a whirlwind. The astonishing speed directly pulled out a corridor like a vacuum in the wind and snow.

The other three looked at each other and followed them together.

When the four of them arrived at the top of Goddess Peak, only Zhao Xingzhou, Wei Yangyan and Ye Junxi appeared. As for Qing Yueyang, it was already unknown. Because of his invisible shooting, hiding in the dark is the wisest choice, so that he can give the greatest restraint to the Holy Son of Yanmo.

The three of them appeared in front of them, the Holy Son of Yanmo, with white hair floating in the wind and snow.

The Holy Son of Yanmo seemed to have no concern about the arrival of the three of them. His eyes were straight at the infinite distance, and the sky and the mountains were connected together, but his eyes were empty, and it seemed that the whole world was meaningless in his eyes.

Just as Zhao Xingzhou wanted to say something, he turned his head, revealing his half-pale face, and a index finger stood up to his mouth: "Shh, the sunrise is coming out, let's talk about it after watching."

Zhao Xingzhou frowned, and a powerful force of thousands of troops came out of his body: "Pretending to be a god and a ghost, the Holy Son of Yan Mo, are you the only tricks left?"

But the Holy Son of Yanmo turned his head back, as if he didn't care at all that he turned his back to the three powerful enemies, and just sighed: "Don't you really watch it? The last sunrise in your life."

"Nonsense, Saint Son of Yanmo, turn around. Today I will decide the winner with you and help me condense my martial arts body." Zhao Xingzhou finished speaking, a surprised gaze appeared in his eyes.

Because just as the Holy Son of Yama finished speaking of the sunrise, a golden light shot out from the holy land, and then thousands of golden light pierced through the sea of ​​clouds. A rolling red sun was about to break out of the ground. The golden light sprinkled on the Holy Son of Yama, as if covering the other party with a layer of golden sand. The Holy Son of Yama, who was originally a little dusty, actually brought a sacred feeling under the illumination of this rising red sun.

The most important thing is that the sunrise scene is because of what the Holy Son of Yama just said and the actions he is doing now, and it seems that the Holy Son of Yama is the sun in the sky.

Through position, language and movement, he connected his momentum with the sun in the sky. The way of playing in the Holy Son of Yama was completely at a level of enlightenment.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Xingzhou's face had to change: "He is using the general trend of heaven and earth to increase his mind and momentum and take action!"

He heard a loud shout, and the silver god in his hand had already rotated at high speed. The demon Qilin and horse galloped in four hooves, the man, gun and horse were united, and rushed towards the Holy Son of Yama. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

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