Mad owl

India!Deep in the central forest of the Deccan Plateau, there is a quiet mountain temple.

The yin and yang grass hangs its head and closes its eyes, and is in the temple's ancient tomb forest.

Dressed in a gorgeous and spacious colored robe, with a long standing hat on top of his head, a crown like jade, and red lips like blood, he is as handsome as a teenager and as quiet as a virgin.He is the saint in the hearts of Indian Buddhists, the venerable enshrined in major monasteries, the god respected by the light and dark worlds of the country, and the most orthodox descendant of the Jiangtou family and the source of confidence for ascetics.

He is the yin and yang grass, the emperor of the black list, and the most vicious and terrifying villain in the world!

It is the pinnacle of existence in this country.

Yin Yang Grass spread her arms around her, covered with a neat robe, and her waist was slightly bent.Facing more than a hundred ancient tombs and the surrounding stone monuments, Yin Yang Cao has maintained this posture for half a day, as if she is silent, meditating, praying or mourning something.

"Holy One." An old voice sounded faintly, breaking the tranquility of the cemetery.

At some point, in the depths of the tomb behind Yin Yang Grass, an old man dressed in linen clothes, short and thin, as old as withered bones stood there, roughly looking like a beggar, desolate and shabby.

Yin Yang Grass did not respond, and continued his silence and prayer.

The old man lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Since the e-headquarters responded that day, the Black Bear Brigade accepted the order and went down yesterday to enter the border of Outer Mongolia, and then disappeared; news came from Africa that the recent activities of the Saint Race mercenary group Frequently, the "Sandfall" special forces began to assemble. In view of the "Battle Post" incident, intelligence speculated that Kang Keze planned to get involved in the Outer Mongolia situation; the Russian side revealed that Yevgeny, the boss of Tomahawk, who is known as a monster, Showed great interest, a large group of troops began to assemble, the intention is unclear; in Europe, Revolver and Red Tour began to make frequent public appearances after years of silence, the specific actions are unknown, whether they intend to participate in the Outer Mongolia incident, it is temporarily impossible to investigate clearly.

In addition...the European temple shows signs of revival. The surviving red-clothed archbishop Kumbu announced that he will take over the position of the master of the temple, and reorganize multiple troops such as the tribunal and the temple guard.

The situation in Outer Mongolia is turbulent, and many low-key forces are active because of the appearance of bloody battle posts. There are as many as nineteen who have shown interest, including as many as six royal families.It can be regarded as... attracting the attention of the world!

Di Cheng, Yuwen Huangxue, and Sa Ding once again reached the top of the world rankings. "

"Is there any news about the sand burial?" Yin Yangcao opened her eyes and slowly stood up straight.Instead of inquiring carefully about the situation of the various forces, he mentioned the mysterious emperor.

"According to your instructions, nineteen monks entered the Gobi desert together, and then... disappeared, and no news was sent back. They sent people to investigate and never came back. If it is as expected, they have already died."

"So...he's still in the African desert..."

"It should be so."

"How are you preparing?"

"Nine ascetic monks, nine head masters, elites selected from various places. They are already waiting outside the temple. This time we will go deep into the no man's land of Outer Mongolia. We will be your guardians."

Yin Yang Grass raised its head slightly, passing through the dense branches and leaves, staring at the dim afterglow of the setting sun: "It's getting late, you guys set off."

The old man raised his shriveled eyelids: "What about you?"

Yin Yang Grass didn't answer, and walked forward slowly, wandering among the messy tombs, and gradually disappeared from sight.

The old man bowed his eyes and saluted: "Be careful on the way to the saint, we are waiting for you in Outer Mongolia."

What Yin Yang Grass is most uncomfortable with is bustle and tediousness, and has always been alone, doing what she wants to do in her own world, in her own way.

If the trip to Outer Mongolia was not full of dangers, he would not bring his 'servants' with him. Even so...Yin Yangcao didn't want anyone to follow him, but chose to go alone.

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In the southeast of the border of Outer Mongolia, three men and women walked in the depths of the vast grassland, wearing loose sportswear and carrying a huge travel package, like explorers on foot.

The one in the middle is tall and tall, with long blond hair, strong and powerful, with shining tiger eyes; the woman on the left is tall and slender, with short brown hair, sexy appearance and heroic face, but her expression is colder; the boy on the right is thin Strong and strong, chewing dry grass boredly in his mouth, with a somewhat lazy and proud expression.

Two men and one woman, they looked like travelers, but they were different from the sharp eyes of ordinary people, the satellite signal receivers in the ears, the daggers that appeared and disappeared at the bottom of the trousers, and the daggers that popped out of the travel backpack. The muzzles all show that their origins are extraordinary.

Beep! !

The satellite signal in their ears sounded faintly, and the three of them stopped at the same time, turned the button on the receiver, and searched for the frequency signal.

soon……

The strong man in the middle buzzed: "The owner of the purple lightning, codenamed 'Thundercloud', the signal is confirmed and can be transmitted."

The boy on the right said lazily: "The holder of the golden lightning, code-named 'Snake', the signal is confirmed and can be transmitted."

The girl on the left spoke indifferently: "The holder of the golden lightning, code-named 'Eel', the signal is confirmed and can be transmitted."

After adjusting the received frequency signals in turn, a large number of voice messages came from the receiver, which clearly entered their ears.

"There are quite a few people here. It seems that we have caught up with a grand event♀ Meng Fengyun...haha... attracting worldwide attention..." After hearing the message, the corners of the young man's mouth curled up, and light finally appeared in his lazy eyes.

"Our task is to find the Tianmen Base and investigate the cause of the death of 'Eagle'." The girl said indifferently, picked up her backpack and continued to move forward.

The young man raised his voice and said, "Boss' order just now is very clear. In view of the excitement of Outer Mongolia, we can play freely and enjoy ourselves, and no longer set a time to go back."

"The premise is that the cause of the matter can be found out!! After the task is completed, you are willing to stay, it is absolutely fine, but unfortunately, I am not interested in the situation in Outer Mongolia."

"You..." The young man looked worried, and quickly caught up with the girl. "The boss asked us to act in unison and we must go back together. You go back immediately after you finish, what about us?"

"in spite of."

"No matter? To put it lightly, you have to be responsible for me!

"Get lost!" the girl said coldly.

"Yeah? What? Do you dare to repeat it again? Be careful, I'll fuck you."

The girl's footsteps suddenly stopped, her expression turned cold, the dagger in her cuff slipped into her hand immediately, she bent her arm, and her right hand shook, the sharp edge bypassed the boy in an instant, and hit the back of his neck and spine.He didn't even look at him, and looked at the front blankly, his voice was as cold as ice scum falling from the eaves: "I'll give you a chance to repeat what I just said."

Clean and quick, flashing in an instant.

The expression on the boy's face hadn't faded yet, but the coolness on the blade on the back of his neck made him shut his mouth obediently.

'Leiyun' walked past them: "The situation in Outer Mongolia will gradually escalate, heroes from all walks of life will gather on the grasslands, and no one can predict how things will develop. Tianmen base is heavily guarded, and Di Cheng and others are famous Crazy, to be able to complete the task is considered a blessing."

"Brother Lei, that's what I like about you, you're so humble." The young man first apologized to the girl, and after signaling that he would not talk too much, he quickly followed Lei Yun: "Is that exaggerated?"

"Of course." Lei Yun spat out two words dryly.

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Outer Mongolia!Rakesh Tribe!

"Tianmen has issued a war message. No matter how the forces of all parties react, no man's land is bound to fall into turmoil. Unprecedented turmoil△For the masters of Outer Mongolia, it's time for us to prepare a show to welcome the guests." Timur sat on the throne , The majestic voice echoed in the magnificent king's tent.

"We are willing to donate our blood and head to protect the Laksh tribe." Mo Zhigen and others hit their chests with their right hands, and the sound of the vibration should be.

"No man's land has been silent for a hundred years, and finally ushered in its glorious moment, which has attracted the attention of the world! Warriors of Rakesh, raise your scimitars, mount your horses, we... fight for glory!" Post Mu'er's eyes were hot, his voice was like a bell, and a surge of blood was surging in his chest.

"Follow the leader to the death!" Looking up, his eyes were fiery and his expression was excited.Facing Timur's bewitching rhetoric, this group of grassland warriors was full of passion.

"The turmoil of this war post is not only about our tribe of Laksh, but the survival of the entire tribal alliance." Timur's expression lifted, and his voice suddenly increased: "In the name of me, I would like to extend my condolences to the five major tribes. Send a summoning order, bring horses, lead the people, move the whole family, and gather in the central prairie—the alliance has been scattered for too long, it is time to reintegrate!!"