Once upon a time there was a demon pass

gate of hell.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of people at the Qiongdingguan, the sound here is extremely quiet.

Although everyone is still deploying, no one speaks.

They seem to be walking dead, constantly busy with their work, without saying a word.

The gloomy scene makes people look at it at a glance, and even suspect...

Whether these people are alive or dead.

The master of the Dark Pavilion in a black robe stood in front of the city wall, holding a very retro old-fashioned mobile phone, found Sun Yingxiong's number in the address book, and dialed it.

"gate of hell..."

"Fightable."

The old voice, as well as the piercing voice, gave people a creepy feeling.

Especially when speaking, the old man's tone was very cold, as if from Jiuyou.

"Boundless ghosts and monsters, yin and yang."

"One step through the customs, the death contract has been signed."

"Even if you are a walking dead, you will keep everyone safe!"

"pay tribute..."

"gate of hell!"

Sun Yingxiong's voice rang from the phone.

But the old man didn't respond, he just hung up the phone blankly and put it back in his pocket.

As for himself, he still stood on the city wall, staring at the abyss-like black mist in the distance, motionless.

Just in this dark mist...

The three hideous characters of Guimenguan seemed to jump out of the plaque and pour into the demon realm, shocking the heavens!

……

Daybreak.

The towering cliffs and passes are like giant swords that go straight into the sky.

Pierce the sky.

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life sat lazily on a chair, wearing sunglasses, with his feet resting on the wall. Under the sunshine, he lazily took out his mobile phone and rummaged through his address book.

Finally, among the rows of names, it freezes on the one with the remark...old guy.

dial...

"Hey, can you hear me?"

"The signal at the dawn pass is not very good, it's too high."

"Hey?"

The middle-aged man leaned on the armrest of the chair helplessly, stood up reluctantly, and walked to the signal tower in the distance, which was also at the 'tip of the sword'.

"Breaking the dawn pass, the preparations are complete."

"Fightable."

The tone is not serious, even a little casual.

He leaned lazily in front of the signal tower, with the word 'lazy' all over his body, and he was weak even when speaking.

"Bullshit!"

"The war is about to start, and what you bear on your body is tens of thousands of lives."

"Be serious!"

On the other side of the phone, Sun Yingxiong reprimanded him coldly.

The middle-aged man sneered: "Why, I still have to be like Uncle Zhong, with a cold face every day? Are you tired?"

"When I get serious, my fighting power doubles?"

"Okay, just give a notification, hang up if you have nothing to do, the phone bill is quite expensive."

Saying that, the middle-aged man moved the phone away from his ear.

"and many more..."

On the other side of the phone, Sun Yingxiong's voice spread again, but this time without the previous reprimand, it was a little more complicated.

His voice paused for a moment...

"The sword points to the sky, the sunrise breaks the dawn."

"The cliff is so high, protect my mountains and rivers!"

"Consolidate the luck of my human race, bless my rivers and rivers!"

"pay tribute..."

"Dawn Break!"

Sun Yingxiong took a deep breath, and the voice rang through the phone.

The lazy figure of the middle-aged man subconsciously stood up straight at this moment, and there was a hint of sharpness in his lazy eyes.

He opened his mouth a few times and remained silent a few times.

In the end, he just lazily said three words: "Got it."

"Come back alive..."

"you..."

Sun Yingxiong's tone was complicated, and his speech was intermittent.

A smile appeared unconsciously on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, but his tone was full of sarcasm: "Got it, old guy, he's willing to nag when he's older. You should go with that kid Moji Sunwen."

"How do you talk!"

"I am your father!"

"*****!"

Sun Yingxiong roared violently.

But the middle-aged man kept the phone away from his ears as if he had a foresight, and he took it back until the roar stopped.

"After this battle is over..."

"Go home for dinner!"

Finally, Sun Yingxiong said the last sentence in a hoarse voice.

The middle-aged man held the phone tightly, and his breathing became a little heavier.

He was silent for a long time, and finally replied in that indifferent tone: "Understood, I'm really nagging."

"Taking time..."

"Kick Sun Wen twice for me."

"That brat, I haven't played in a few years, I miss it a little..."

"Bye."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man casually hung up the phone and threw it aside. He then returned to the rocking chair he made and fell down again. With a look of enjoyment on his face, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the young man in the sky. The rising sun.

When the city gate was closed, all the soldiers sat with their backs against the city wall.

If you look up from the ground, you will subconsciously feel that there is no one guarding this city gate!

but...

Although those soldiers were sitting, their bodies were always tense.

The sparrows just stood on the city wall, looking down at the demon domain.

A goshawk chirped, flew across the sky, and finally landed in front of the middle-aged man, singing continuously.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

"The last time I went out of customs and ran for nearly a hundred miles..."

"These guys are not honest."

As he muttered to himself, the phantom of a flute slowly emerged behind him.

Accompanied by a melodious flute sound, a bewitching red light flashed in the goshawk's eyes, and the next moment it soared into the sky again and fled away.

The soldiers who closed the dome were not surprised by this scene, and they didn't even turn their heads.

"Demon Realm..."

"Breaking Dawn, it's not what you imagined..."

"It's so good..."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, facing the rising sun, and slowly closed his eyes.