Chapter 760 That Is a Huge Black Mountain
Several mountain-like black figures arrived at the highest point of the snow peak.
Beyond here is the human world, although in terms of military conditions and maps, this place should be deserted.
The leader of the powerful demon clan only had one hand, and he raised it at this moment to signal to stop.
The cold wind howled, fluttering the iron clothes and blowing his black hair everywhere, revealing two devil horns whose authenticity could not be seen.
His eyes were dark green, extremely cold, and his tall body exuded an extremely powerful aura, which would create endless fear in anyone who saw it.
The second demon general Hai Flute.
No matter in Xue Lao City or in the snow field, whether they are demons or humans, they are more accustomed to calling him Lord Haidi, out of respect or fear.
As the most important figure in the demon military, second only to the demon commander, he has killed countless human soldiers and ascetics, and his reputation spread far and wide.
A few years ago in the snowy field, when the demon clan ambushed Su Li, he was one of the main forces involved in the battle.
At that time, Su Li cut off one of his arms with a sword, and he also left a deep wound on Su Li's shoulder.
Being able to hurt Su Li, you can imagine how terrifying this big shot of the demon clan is.
Hai Di looked down at the manor in the snowy ridge, with a rare look of awe on his cold green face.
There are very few things in the world that can surprise him.
That manor is still far away from the highest point of the Snow Peak, maybe more than a thousand feet. In the eyes of these powerful demons at the peak, that manor is like a bonsai. Starlight fell on the bonsai, and there was a young man on the lake bridge. He was as small as gravel. If it weren't for the sea flute, it would be impossible to see the young man's appearance clearly.
He saw it clearly and was surprised.
At this moment, the young man raised his head and looked at the peak.
Separated by thousands of feet of snow-capped peaks, they stared at each other in silence for a long time.
"I didn't expect that it would be your Majesty." Hai Di said expressionlessly.
Of course he spoke the language of the demons, and his voice was low and full of a strange charm.
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"Get out of here as soon as possible, something will happen later, and I may not be able to protect you by then."
After saying this, Chen Changsheng sensed a wave of fluctuations coming from the divine staff hidden deep inside.
This let him know that the demons had arrived, and what was coming should be a terrifying and powerful man that he could not handle.
His eyes went up to the highest point of the snow peak, but he couldn't see clearly what was there.
No matter how good his eyesight was, he could not see through the seemingly endless night.
But he knew who was there.
Anwar, the general and others were surprised, because what he said was not that he didn't care about protecting you, but that he couldn't protect you...
Even His Majesty the Pope cannot protect them. Who is the coming enemy?
A gust of wind suddenly arose on the originally quiet and beautiful lake. The cold wind from the snowy ridge broke through the four seasons and swept back and forth across the lake, making bursts of harsh sounds.
The howling wind was vaguely mixed with other sounds.
Except for Anwar, everyone recognized that it was the language of the demons. The general himself even understood the word "Your Majesty" in it.
Everyone's expression changed, and they realized that the enemy was actually a demon, and he must be a strong one from the demon clan!
No one escaped, everyone pulled out the swords from their waists and rushed behind Chen Changsheng.
The general asked Anhua to take care of the young formation master on the stretcher in the rear, while he walked into the pavilion and knocked the Mr. Sheep unconscious.
The battle with the powerful demons was about to begin. At this time, he would not allow any unsafe factors in his camp.
Cinnabar glanced at the general with some appreciation.
Chen Changsheng looked at the distant peak and said with emotion: "I didn't expect to see you again tonight."
More than a year ago, he last appeared in front of the world, on the battlefield between humans and demons. At that time, he took Cinnabar and hid in the military mansion incognito, working as a medical officer to save people and killing demons quietly. Until that day, the situation of the human army was too dangerous, and he had no choice but to finally reveal his identity. Thousands of swords were fired in unison, forcibly reversing the situation of the war. However... they also attracted the terrifying demon master.
The sea flute fell from the sky and seriously injured him with just one move.
Cinnabar risked his soul to wander, overcame Hai Di's perception, and took him away from the battlefield from the ground. However, who could have imagined that in the vast mountains, they would encounter sneak attacks by several powerful human beings in succession.
Afterwards, they naturally knew that these powerful human beings came from the imperial court, or more precisely, from Tianji Pavilion, which was used by the imperial court.
The situation at that time was really dangerous. If Liu Qing hadn't quietly appeared like a ghost, he might have died by then.
This was a somewhat painful memory, and it made Chen Changsheng feel a little cold, so he chose to live in seclusion in this deserted snowy ridge.
And the source of all this is because of the sea flute.
Tonight, he met the other person again. Will the previous encounters happen again?
On the cold peak, Hai Di looked down at the distant pearl-like lake below the snowy ridge, his face expressionless and extremely cold.
"I am here to take your life by order of the military advisor."
The person Black Robe wants to kill is the owner of Cinnabar Pill.
If he were to know that the owner of Cinnabar Pill was Chen Changsheng, he would naturally want to kill him.
——In the desolate snow ridge, there is no real strong man to protect the young pope. If such a good opportunity is missed, the old city of Xue will be abandoned by the moon god.
For some reason, Hai Di was not worried about Chen Changsheng escaping. He did not rush to the bottom of the snowy ridge, but stood on the top of the mountain to talk to him.
What happened next gave the answer. It turned out that he did not need to ski down the snowy ridge. He was sure that Chen Changsheng would not have time to leave.
——Haidi jumped from the top of the mountain.
A line of fire lit up in the night sky and then quickly went out.
The wind howled, the stars dimmed suddenly, and even the night seemed to be torn and deformed.
Not long ago, Ning Shiwei knocked down a rock and broke the wooden bridge on the lake.
Haidi regarded himself as a stone, no, turned himself into a mountain.
Compared with his momentum, Ning Shiwei's Shanshi was ridiculously weak.
With a sharp and harsh sound of air squeezing, mountain-like shadows covered the lake.
An unimaginable and terrifying impact force fell on the lake.
Boom!
Amidst the dull and terrifying thunderous impact, the water in the lake was instantly evaporated, and the fog filled the air, covering half of the snowy ridge.
The courtyard was completely destroyed and turned into ruins all over the ground. The wooden bridge was like a dead snake with split inches, lying on the bottom of the lake full of mud.
Those from Songshan Military Mansion were either dead, injured, or unconscious.
A piece of green leaf spread out in front of Anhua, protecting her and the formation master on the stretcher.
The general was still alive, lying among the gravel of the broken pavilion, vomiting blood, looking at the turbulent flow of breath that was still raging in the night, showing a look of despair.
At this time, the clear sword sound finally sounded.
Countless sword intentions came from all directions, carrying the wind and rain, and slashed at the mountain-like black figure.
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