Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

Three days passed in the blink of an eye as everyone waited.

During these three days, more and more powerful people gathered in the Skeleton Mountain Range.

Later, even in the middle of the night, the area around this mountain range was still bustling with people, and the noise reached the sky.

Small-scale battles are also common and everyone is used to them.

During this period of time, Wei Yang and his companions spent their time quietly on the top of the mountain.

I didn't disturb others, nor was I disturbed by others.

The leisurely look is undoubtedly much better than the fierce and violent environment that can be seen everywhere in the mountains.

As time passed, the twisted space seal above the center of the mountain became thinner and thinner.

Obviously, the space seal that has existed for countless years is about to disappear.

As the seal faded, the atmosphere in the entire mountain range became extremely agitated.

Under the temptation of the ancient ruins, it seemed that many people's mentality had become much more irritable, and the slightest friction would escalate into a desperate battle in an instant.

At the rate at which the seal is fading, it will only take about two days for this space seal to disappear into thin air.

And by then, the ancient ruins that have existed for countless years will once again reappear in the world.

The night is as cold as water.

The cool moonlight poured down from the sky, illuminating the brightly lit mountains.

It also gives this sea of ​​white bones a light silver color.

On the outskirts of the Bone Sea, in a secluded valley, there are many buildings.

This is the camp of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

In the deepest part of the valley, in a rather simple wooden building.

On the bamboo couch, there was a cushion, and an old man in gray clothes was sitting cross-legged quietly on it, breathing in and out.

The whole person's aura seemed to be vague, but there was a faint cold aura lingering from his body.

There was a thin layer of frost on the surrounding ground, and wisps of cold mist lingered.

After a long time, the old man in gray slowly opened his gloomy eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of cold air.

He looked through the half-open window at the noisy mountains in the distance, with a hint of coldness and anger emerging in his eyes.

"Damn it, damn it!" The old man in gray cursed with gritted teeth, looking like he was in a bad mood.

The ancient ruins appeared in the territory of their Nine Netherworld Python Clan, but they could not monopolize it and were forced to share it with so many people. How could he not be angry?

Seeing that more and more people were coming, the old man in gray really wanted to go out and kill them all, and then drive all these people away.

Unfortunately, it's just thought.

Even the Nine Netherworld Clan, one of the three major tribes of Warcraft, cannot monopolize this ancient relic.

In this situation, if they dare to offend the public, they will be attacked by everyone.

Therefore, knowing that they couldn't stop it, they simply let it go.

After taking a deep breath, the old man in gray suppressed the anger rising in his heart and closed his eyes again, trying to pretend that he didn't see it.

Silence gradually returned to the room.

huh~

At this moment, the space fluctuated slightly, and a slight sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded quietly in the night.

Although the sound was subtle, the old man in gray still noticed it. He frowned, and as his eyelids trembled, he wanted to open them.

But at this moment, a black shadow, like a night owl, suddenly swooped out from the darkness and rushed into the room through the half-open window.

The old man in gray suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The energy in the body surged up like a latent volcano.

At the same time, a hint of astonishment flashed across the gray-clothed old man's eyes.

At this moment, he realized that the dark figure that suddenly broke into his room was of petite figure. The faintly visible curves under the wide robe revealed her background: she was actually a woman.

In the shadow of the cloak, the cloak fluttered in the wind, revealing half of the face, which was a fair and beautiful face.

So young! ?

It happened in a flash. While the old man in gray was thinking, two small green flowers mysteriously lit up in the shadow of his cloak.

A pair of beautiful and strange eyes lit up, and suddenly burst into a strange green light.

The green light flashed and instantly reflected on the face of the old man in gray.

"You." When the light shone over, the old man in gray felt his vision blurred, and even his mind became a little dazed.

The momentum that burst out from his body was also restrained in an instant.

In a trance, the old man in gray showed a look of struggle on his face, as if he wanted to resist.

But as his will gradually sank, his entire consciousness slowly fell into darkness.

Soon, the eyelids of the old man in gray drooped and his soul fell into a deep sleep.

"Subdued a high-level Dou Zun so easily?" Seeing this scene, the black shadow shrouded in a cloak was slightly startled, and a subtle and slightly surprised voice sounded.

She was planning to increase her strength, but this is the end?

After all, he is a high-level Dou Zun. Isn’t this resistance a little weak?

But the strange connection that had been established between them told her clearly that all this was true.

The black shadow calmed down, stretched out a jade hand from its wide sleeves, and pointed it at the old man in gray.

As the green light flashed and the space fluctuated slightly, the figure of the old man in gray suddenly and mysteriously disappeared.

The black shadow listened carefully to the movements around him, then rushed out of the wooden building, flashed, and in a few flashes, he disappeared into the vast mountains. With the cover of night, he disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The next day, people made a strange discovery: the strong men of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan seemed a little irritable.

They kept checking and searching around the mountains, as if they were looking for something.

This scene immediately made the already restless atmosphere become a little tense.

But this atmosphere did not last long. In the afternoon, a piece of news came out from nowhere, causing an uproar among the crowd.

It is said that last night, the Nine Netherworld Python Clan was attacked by a mysterious strong man of unknown origin. That's not all, they also lost two Dou Zun strong men, one at the peak of six stars and one at seven stars.

When this news came out, everyone was shocked.

I almost thought it was a joke.

A six-star peak Dou Zun and a seven-star Dou Zun. Missing?

Are you here to make fun of me?

That’s Dou Zun!

And he is not an ordinary Dou Zun, but a top-level mid-level, a high-level Dou Zun!

Missing? !

However, when everyone saw that the strong men of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan were frantically searching for the murderer, they had to accept this news which seemed a bit ridiculous.

Moreover, it is said that these two Dou Zuns were sent by the Nine Netherworld Python Clan to be in charge of the affairs of the ancient ruins.

But they were all wiped out overnight, and there was no sound of fighting during the whole process.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

The looks of some people even became quite playful.

There is something.

Could it be that the legendary saint-level boss took action?

The matter caused a lot of uproar for a while.

Many people are curious and wondering who the person who did this is.

He actually dared to attack the local snake like the Nine Nether Earth Python in the Beast Realm. This is really challenging the emperor's will.

Being able to become one of the three major clans in the Warcraft world is enough to illustrate the strength of the Nine Nether Earth Python clan.

What's more, this is their territory, and as the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake.

Here, even the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan, which is one of the three clans, has to give the Nine Netherworld Python Clan some face.

What's more, this tribe has always been famous for its large number of snakes and is very difficult to deal with.

Unless someone is really crazy, no one would easily choose to offend them here.

In this slightly tense atmosphere.

Time continues to pass slowly, without stopping according to anyone's will.

The sea of ​​people in the Skeleton Mountain Range is still increasing exponentially.

The noise also reached the sky.

Countless people are waiting, waiting for the opening of the ancient ruins.

And under such high expectations, two days passed like quicksand through fingers.