Once upon a time there was a demon pass

It shook its head desperately.

But Yu Sheng never gave a response, just watched it perform calmly.

It seemed to have gradually resigned itself to its fate, hanging its hands weakly, dragging its body hopelessly, and walking to the distance.

"Eating so many demon plants, my eyes are not good."

"Pity."

Yu Sheng followed behind it, and said quietly, his tone full of regret.

I don't know if it's the monster's eyes that I feel sorry for, or the monster plant that was eaten.

To this, the demon beast leading the way did not respond, and did not even bother to respond.

For a moment, it even thought...

It's better to be strangled to death.

It is also a good choice to let yourself go.

At this moment, it synchronized with the thinking of Yu Mo and the old white ape.

I don't know if I should be honored or not.

……

Daybreak.

"coming..."

The middle-aged man got up, took off his sunglasses, hung them on his clothes, and said lightly.

In the sky, sparrows were flying one by one, circling over the Lixiao Pass, making a series of chirping sounds, and finally scattered away.

The soldiers looked at this scene solemnly, without saying a word, but their bodies were constantly filled with fighting spirit.

This pass standing on the cliff is like a giant sword, pointing directly at the sky.

Natural danger!

It is very difficult for those monsters who are running on the ground and are not yet level six, even if they just want to rush to the pass.

For more than a hundred years, there have been constant wars in the four major passes, but the death rate at the Lixiao Pass is the lowest.

Sometimes Yaoyu is too lazy to fight.

The harvest is too small!

Generally, it is only when the other three passes are under pressure that they will seriously prepare for the battle and fight one time.

Usually, those tribes like Bluebird and Thunderhawk are used to carry out blitzkrieg.

I don't want the army to overwhelm the country and defeat it in one fell swoop, I just want to disgust you and make you tired of coping.

But this time, it was obviously different.

At the bottom of the cliff, countless monsters gather, as if they know that the dawn pass is a dangerous place, and countless bird tribes gather together, ready to sprint at any time.

"This battle is deadly."

"Dancheng..."

"It cannot be broken."

"It is said that we have the least meritorious service in breaking the dawn pass. This time, we can prove it for ourselves!"

"The Zhenyao Pass can be guarded, why can't we?"

"war!"

The middle-aged man stepped on the city wall and let out a cry.

"war!"

"war!"

The shouts were joined together, and huge boulders were pushed against the city wall by them, just waiting for the moment when the monster climbed up.

"You two demon lords, you're really saving face."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, watched this scene with a chuckle, lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff vigorously, and the smoke was lingering.

With a look of enjoyment on his face, he looked at the two demon masters in the sky in the distance and smiled lightly.

"It's really dawn break...is it a soft persimmon?"

As he spoke, his smile gradually faded, he smoked the cigarette to the end, and threw it down the city wall.

Sparks burst.

On this steep cliff wall, a raging flame was ignited with sparks.

It was originally a moat, but after the flames burned, it was even more difficult for those monsters to climb.

"You humans seem to talk a lot before you die."

"The Twelve Protoss, Bi Fang, break through your daybreak today!"

The one who spoke was a crane-like existence with pitch-black wings and only one leg. As it flapped its wings, flames continuously emerged in the surrounding void.

"Twelve Protoss, Zhu Yan!"

The other one was similar to the old white ape, except that it was bigger, and the white giant ape with sharp beak and fangs also spoke in a dull voice, and looked at the middle-aged man with fierce eyes.

"Are you reporting yourself?"

"Dawn Gatekeeper, Sun...Sun..."

"Sun Dahu!"

When he said his name, he paused several times, as if it was difficult to say, and finally said through gritted teeth.

Zhu Yan, Bi Fang looked as usual.

After all, for their culture, they still can't tell the difference between the names of the human race.

"Where is my son of the Bifang clan?"

"Son of the Zhu Yan clan, get ready for battle!"

Except for a few words of dialogue during the meeting, the following process became very simple.

Under the leadership of the Bifang clan, countless birds soared into the sky, sprinting towards the Pass of Daybreak!

On the other side, the apes of the Zhu Yan tribe are huge, physically strong, and flexible in movement. They just waded their way through the sea of ​​fire and kept climbing on the cliffs.

With every step, the flames around him will automatically dissipate.

"It's really...prepared..."

Seeing this scene, Sun Dahu sneered.

A golden flute appeared in his hand.

Accompanied by the light sound, the melodious sound of the flute echoed continuously among the cliffs, clearly audible.

This gentle melody is difficult for people to combine it with war.

In the sky, the birds that were still charging became a little restless. They suddenly changed direction and turned to attack the same race beside them.

On the cliff, a cheetah was constantly jumping on the raised stones, but when it was in the air, a look of confusion appeared in its eyes, and the next moment it fell straight down.

Similar scenes kept happening, and the soldiers above pushed down huge stones in tacit understanding, smashing those monsters down.

Light sabers made of energy fell like rain, hitting the birds.

But in just an instant, the casualties had already begun.

"Tips for carving insects."

Bi Fang sneered, and let out an ear-piercing cry, which was extremely sharp and interrupted Sun Dahu's flute.

But Sun Dahu just glanced at it indifferently.

"My flute..."

"Different from you."

These five tall and three thick men were standing above the city gate, playing the music gracefully again.

Only this time, the sound of the flute was no longer gentle, but sharp and full of killing intent.

Cracks appeared in the air.

The sound of the flute turned into energy, rippling and overflowing like water waves, weaving into grids, enveloping him and the two god clan patriarchs together.

"A heartbroken song."

"My world, Lehai..."

"Please enlighten me."