The Human Emperor

Chapter 696

"Hey!"

A voice is like a slap in the face, and a scream of inhumanity is heard from the fog of the white scorpion, and the screaming voice is short, with an obvious, severe warning.

"It’s a black wounded person!"

Upon hearing this scream, several ministries will change color.

"They have to start acting!"

Another ministry will also be.

"Get ready, we won't leave here anyway!"

Li Yanye stood in front of the cliff, his eyes looked at the distance, his expression was firm, and there was no trace of shaking. These days, the wounded man has already attacked several waves, but Li Yiye occupies this cliff and has never retreated.

The big man said that he must be practised. Since he has promised the son, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how difficult it is to complete the task, he will never retreat.

"Hey!"

In the mist of the day, the screams are getting more and more urgent, and they are getting more and more fierce. The fog was soaring, and the sound of the wind rushed from all directions, and the wounded man finally began to act.

Li Yiye listened to the screaming of the ear, calm and calm, just walked a few more steps forward.

.........

Starting from the capital, all the way to the west, Wang Chong led a group of people, arrived near the black wounds, it is already more than half a month later.

"How? Is there news of General Lee?"

Standing on the top of a green hill, Wang Chong carried his hands and opened his mouth.

"No, General Lee has had no news since the last time he sent a message to us. There is no more bit of noise. There are mountains and mountains, and we can't contact him."

A voice said.

"Ok."

Wang Chong nodded and there was no change in his face. Li Yuye is the future **** of great power. Regardless of whether his things are going well or not, Wang Chong believes that there will be no problems with his strength.

Wang Chong was silent for a moment, and soon turned his head and looked up. It was a piece of standing, tall and straight, obviously more than a few times higher than the surrounding mountains and rivers. The mountains and mountains are like the waves of the sea, and have been spreading to the end of the earth.

Looking at this mountain, everyone can feel a desolate and long-lasting taste, as if forgotten by time, let the subconscious want to escape. However, this sturdy mountain ridge is falling in the eyes of Wang Chong, but it is the kindness of the bursts.

"It's finally back!"

Wang Chong looked at the front and sighed with a sigh.

This is not the first time Wang Chong saw this mountain, but the way it was before the robbery was the first time it was seen, and it was different from the broken and collapsed image in the impression.

"This is what it was like before the destruction of the black wound. It is beautiful!"

Wang Chong’s heart is secret.

Standing in front of this mountain, there have been several hours. Those seemingly monolithic mountains have fallen into the eyes of Wang Chong, but they are still not enough for thousands of times. Because this mountain thief and the horse are not willing to patronize the mountains, it is precisely the hope of the future Datang:

Black wounded cavalry!

The world's first powerhouse!

In the end of the bleak star, this 5,000-strong powerhouse has brought hope and sustenance to many people. It is also the strongest force and the greatest dependence of Wang Chong.

If you want to change the world, you must have a super-high-quality, super-powerful, invincible real army. The southwestern defenders can't reach this standard. Wang Chong's elite masters who have been transferred from various family families can't reach this standard. Even Gao Xianzhi claims that Datang’s most elite 30,000 Anxi Army has not achieved this goal.

The most ideal army of Wang Chong is precisely in this patchy mountain and mountains.

Looking at the world, there is no place to give Wang Chong this feeling.

"Ready?"

President Wang suddenly turned back.

"Hou, I am ready.

Behind him, Gao Feng and Nie Yan were honored.

This time, Wang Chong took only a small number of people, only they, and dozens of elites who survived the Battle of Southwest China. They were the kind of masters who experienced the battle of life and death and were extremely convinced and extremely loyal to Wang Chong.

Although they are born in various families, in their hearts, Wang Chong's status is probably higher than their respective homeowners.

"Go!"

Wang Chong nodded in a moment, and with a big hand, he immediately led the crowd to start the action.

Leaving from the top of Daqing Mountain, the people led by Wang Chong did not go directly to the most dangerous and uplifting mountains and mountains, but circled around and went to another place in the northwest.

The Silk Road, from Jingshi to Anxi, the more westward, the more desolate and remote. In all the sections, the black-scarred is the most desolate and remote place. Even the places where the thieves and horses are not willing to go can be imagined to be famous.

Looking at the towering mountains and high mountains, even Wang Chong has to admit that it is not a simple matter to climb over these dangerous mountains. Even if he wants to climb into the center of the mountains, it will hurt people. The village is not an accident.

However, Wang Chong knows that although most of the whole mountain is dangerous, steep, and slightly careless, it is the end of the abyss. But the entire area, there is a relatively small, relatively safe "small path."

From there, it is much easier to enter the black-scarred village than anywhere else.

"It's here!"

After half an hour, just over ten miles away from the original position, Wang Chong looked up at the front, between the two clouds in the sky, the sun fell from the clouds, reflecting a narrow and long distance between the mountains. Perceived as "a line of days."

This "first-line sky" is tens of meters high and four feet wide. It is not easy to detect from a distance. If it is not Wang Chong, it will not be found by other people.

"How can Hou know this place?"

Gao Feng and Nie Yan glanced at each other, and they were all secretly surprised.

From Jingshi to here, they and Wang Chong are inseparable. The two are completely certain that Wang Chong should have never been here before, but I don’t know why, it seems that Wang Chong is familiar with this place.

"You are behind me, don't lose it. It's very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall from the mountain with your cultivation. The height of hundreds of feet can be broken."

Wang Chong opened the road and did not pay attention to the peak behind him and Nie Yan.

No matter whether it is a real martial art or a strong man of Xuanwujing, there is no ability to fly in the sky, falling from those steep peaks, it is also a dead end. This is also the reason why the mountain thief on the westbound road and the horse don't want to enter here, even the nest is not willing to build here.

"Yes, Hou Ye."

Wang Chong did not say much, and he took the lead in entering the “first-line sky”.

All the way deep, the sides are full of winding mountains, and the bottom of the foot is also sharp rock, even the soles of the feet seem to be worn. "嗷呜", suddenly, far away, a scream of screams suddenly came from a distance, oscillating between the mountains.

"Hou Ye!"

The peak, Nie Yan's look changed, hey, immediately took out the blade, revealing the look of alert.

"You don't have to be nervous, it's a black wounded person, let them go. They haven't found us yet."

Wang Chong smiled and held down the peak, Nie Yan, and pressed back the blade they had just unsheathed. Although the wounded people are isolated from the world, on the way to the west, after all, the thieves and the horses are rampant, and the black wounded people are adjacent to them, so they have always maintained a high degree of vigilance.

For outsiders, the vigilance of the wounded people is actually very strong.

"It’s really not changed!"

Listening to the distant screams, Wang Chong’s mouth showed a smile, and his heart was warm.

Before being formally joined in the military, and receiving formalized military training, the Wu wounded people have always maintained the original tradition. The primitive and precipitous geography of the mountains and mountains, the Wushen people trained the most agile skills, they swayed in the mountains like apes, and used this short or sharp whistle in the mountains Connect with each other and communicate with each other.

Wang Chong once tested that the most powerful villagers in Wu’s wounds ran, even faster than the horses!

“I’m really looking forward to it!”

Wang Chong's eyes are bright and bright, looking into the distance, his eyes reveal a look of expectation:

"Go, keep up."

Starting from the first line, at the beginning, the terrain is still relatively low, but gradually, the terrain is getting higher and higher, and it is getting steeper and steeper, and the road becomes more and more difficult. Oh, I don’t know how long it took. Suddenly, a piece of white mist rushed.

"Adult, be careful."

"This fog is weird!"

The peak, Nie Yan's eyelids jumped, and the instinctive instinct of the heart rushed a dangerous feeling. It’s still in the daytime, when the party comes in, the sun is even on the top of the head, and it’s extremely hot. This is not a rainy day, this fog is too strange.

Reminiscent of the previous whistle, everyone is more and more uneasy.

"Oh, no need to be nervous, under the mountains of this area, some underground springs, but also relatively large. The temperature of the ground is relatively high, so it formed this fog, nothing strange."

Wang Chong smiled slightly and looked faint. This bleak invisibility has also affected everyone, and peak Nie Yan and others have relaxed.

Wu wounded people are brave and aggressive, and they are hostile to outsiders.

The place where they live is full of danger. If you accidentally fall down, the mountains and mountains will be the first line of defense. The fog of the white scorpion is the second line of defense. When I knew that the wounded people had killed a large number of foreign invaders, there were actually many people who wanted to recruit them, but most of them were smashed.

Many people can't even beat the first line of defense, let alone the second.

Wang Chong is the only success.

Unlike other people, Wang Chong has never been flustered, whether it is the black-scared people who are "high to high" or the strong white fog in the mountains. He even judged the real cause of the formation of white mist after he saw a underground dark spring that spewed out the surface.

"Extend your scabbards, front and rear, and hold each other's weapons, follow me! These fogs, half-column fragrance will disappear, it is not very dangerous. The real danger is the gully under the mist and The abyss, if I accidentally fall, I can't save you."

Wang Chong faintly said.

Gao Feng and Nie Yan glanced at each other, where they dared to say more, followed by Wang Chong, connected to each other, slowly disappearing into the thick white mist.