Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1017: Chaos in the Northern Territory, Zixiao is in danger

At this time, on Beidang Mountain.

Tens of thousands of people from the Immortal World are guarding Beidang Mountain.

Most of the prehistoric people in the north have become laborers.

They continue to produce gold and jade and work continuously.

In some deep ditches, there were rotting and smelly corpses.

Those corpses were obviously old, weak, sick and disabled people who had lost their labor force.

The sound of whipping came and went like the ocean tide.

The high-intensity labor has made these people unable to persist, and many people have died under such intensity.

And how can these people who come from different dimensions have any sympathy?

For them, the people of the prehistoric tribe are just tool people.

If a tool is broken, throw it away.

That's all.

Those ancient people not only had shackles on their hands, but also had shackles on their feet.

When walking, there is a swishing sound.

The whole Beidang Mountain is filled with this sound.

There are strong guards all around Beidang Mountain to ensure absolute dominance.

Anyone who dares to come here will die.

Moreover, Beidang Mountain has large formations in all four directions. Even if people cannot defend it, there are still large formations that can withstand it for a while.

At this time, there was already silence in Zixiao Palace.

All the powerful men were sent out, and there were only a few second-generation disciples guarding Zixiao Palace.

What's more, Zixiao Palace is usually deserted, and the guys from the Immortal World don't seem to be in a hurry.

At this moment, a large group of enemies from the Immortal World suddenly appeared outside Zixiao Palace!

Those second-generation disciples couldn't believe it no matter what, these guys from the Immortal World actually dared to attack Zixiao Palace today!
  Moreover, they never revealed the news that Master and Sanqing were not here!

Why do these bastards dare to go directly to Zixiao Palace?
  Before they could calm down the doubts in their minds, these enemies from the Immortal World had already surrounded Zixiao Palace.

"Stop hiding, come out."

The leader was a sturdy man wearing golden armor. From the looks of it, he knew that this man had a different status among this group of hostile people.

The leader among the second-generation disciples, Feng Linxuan, led some other strong second-generation disciples to stand in front of them.

"What do you mean by this?" Feng Linxuan stood with his hands behind his back, pretending to be calm.

Use this to test the other party.

But the man in golden armor just smiled, and then waved his hand, "Boy, don't pretend to be so calm. I know that Mr. Hongjun is not here today!"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Linxuan frowned, but he remained calm on the surface.

"Hmph, you can come over and give it a try." Feng Linxuan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Feng Linxuan felt his throat being lifted up by an invisible force!

"Why should I come here? You trash can be destroyed by raising your hands!"

While talking, the guys surrounding Zixiao Palace rushed directly into Zixiao Palace!
  For a moment, swords clashed, spells danced randomly, and the sound of collision could be heard all the time. But the golden-armored man still sneered, "You bastards, you'd better give up your resistance. Today, Zixiao Palace will be razed to the ground!"

While they were talking, those people had already poured into Zixiao Palace!
  The second generation disciple, after all, his strength was there, and he was not able to resist for too long, but was directly defeated.

These second-generation disciples were dying, injured, and surrounded, with fear written all over their faces.

Without the protection of Ancestor Hongjun, this Zixiao Palace would be vulnerable.

The man in golden armor laughed loudly, and in a flash, he came to Feng Linxuan, "Trash, kneel down and beg me. Maybe I can let you go."

Feng Linxuan frowned, and his body gradually rose under the control of this man.

"We swear to death and will not surrender!"

As soon as Feng Linxuan finished speaking, he suddenly felt a huge force pressing down on his head!

boom!
  This force suddenly came down, and Feng Linxuan felt like his body was being crushed!
  My heart stopped in an instant!

The whole person just prostrated in front of the man in golden armor!
  However, Feng Linxuan was naturally unwilling to give in.

Holding on to his two arms, he refused to let go.

"You've already knelt down, why don't you kowtow soon?"

The eyes of many second-generation disciples were focused on Feng Linxuan.

It seems that now he has become the spiritual sustenance of the entire second generation of disciples.

"It seems that these wastes follow your lead."

The man in golden armor suddenly raised his foot and stepped directly on Feng Linxuan's head, and then exerted great force!
  boom!
  An indescribable pressure immediately crushed him!

His limbs made a horrifying creaking and breaking sound, and his whole body lay like a dead dog at the feet of the man in golden armor.

"Now, are you surrendering?" The man in golden armor squatted down, grabbed the man's hair, and pulled it upward!
  Feng Linxuan was almost wailing in pain.

However, he managed to bear the pain of broken bones!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it looks so hard, you loser, you are howling! Why don't you make any sound?"

When Feng Linxuan saw this, he stood up even more animalistically, stepping on Feng Linxuan's broken bones while laughing wildly!
  "Trash, you're howling! Why don't you speak? Hahaha! It must be so painful that you can't even speak!"

The golden-armored man's laughter was as cold as ice, and at this moment, he suddenly kicked again, stepping directly on Feng Linxuan's back!
  Kaka!

The sound of the backbone breaking continued to reach the ears of many second-generation disciples!
  "Brother Feng!"

"Senior Brother Feng, you, hold on!"

"Senior Brother Feng! These bastards!"

The second-generation disciple's emotions have been stirred up by these bastards.

Each one of them was filled with misery and passion, wishing they could kill all these bastards!
  "Hahahaha! A bunch of losers, Mr. Hongjun, are now deeply surrounded. You should give up. From today on, Zixiao Palace will be our territory!"

The man in golden armor smiled freely and freely, but at this moment, those second-generation disciples began to fight back crazily!

"You little bugs, you want to fight back, right?" The golden-armored man's pupils shrank and he waved his hand, "In that case, then, kill without mercy! No one will be spared! Let's see who can come to save you!"

As soon as the golden-armored man finished speaking, there was only a sound piercing the air, like a sharp arrow streaking across the sky!
  He turned around suddenly and discovered that a large ship was parked above the sword testing stone platform a hundred meters away!
  A group of people emerged from the ship!

When those second-generation disciples saw this person, they were startled for a moment, and then looked happy!

"Brother!"

(End of this chapter)