Chronicles of Heaven

The location of the Golden Undead is very distinctive.

A metal pile was cast into various skeletons, and the gold, silver, and bronze bone piles were connected together to form a wall that stretched two or three hundred miles, enclosing the entire headquarters of the Golden Undead.

These bone-shaped piles are engraved with a lot of different runes. Under the illusion of the sun, these metal piles continue to spur a faint black gas, covering the entire station, and the shadows are indistinct.

The sweaty and sloppy Sun left the smoke from a side door and entered the headquarters of the Golden Undead.

A few of the leaders of the building who were at the door wanted to stop Sun Zuo from asking something. Sun Zuo screamed, and several slaps went out, and several heads were smashed, and no one dared to scream.

Sun Zuoyi's road is stunned, so he calmly walks toward his own hunting team.

After all, it is the 'master' of the life pool. Although he adds up, he will untie the thirty-three heavens and lock up the hundreds of thousands of filaments on the floor... even worse than the current Wuyi iron More... Sun Zuo also got a lot of difference, walking very fast.

His hunting team is near the wall. After all, it is necessary to go out and rob the team. It is also convenient for them to enter and exit.

Sun Zuo quickly stepped into the small yard where the hunting team was stationed and whispered: "Give you a hundred counts of time, bring important things, and then... hurry. People with blood curving knives Haven't gotten up yet, hurry."

The small yard is in the shape of a quadrangle, with three floors on all four sides, capable of stationing two or three hundred people.

I heard Sun’s screaming, and in the small building, nearly two hundred people wearing black soft armor, all face-to-face, fierce men and women, and they all surrounded Sun’s left, and asked about the front. Happening.

"Everyone knows that the three leaders are tying us to negotiate with the blood scimitar?"

"The **** knives that **** bastard, they tore their faces on the spot... three lords, hung up." Sun Zuoji stroked a neck-cutting action, a low voice: "So, hurry... rush... We must not bury the Golden Undead."

The big mouth gasped, and Sun left grabbed the gold undead badge on his chest, pulled it down and threw it on the ground, and then stepped on one foot.

Once upon a time, the gold undead badge is the pride of Sun Zuo Xin’s heart. It is his greatest reliance. Taking advantage of this badge, Sun Zuo has had some wonderful days of happy and ruthless in the Great Snake Cave.

But today, this badge is a terrible thing.

The three leaders died, so many lives will die, who dare to wear this badge to sway through the city, waiting for the blood curving knife and other forces of small and small forces to kill.

This kind of thing... I have seen the Sun Zuo in the Great Snake Cave for so many years, but I have seen it much more.

Any one of the ruined forces, among his original members, slaves and servants will be divided into floating money, and the middle and lower class combatants will become slaves, and their lives will be worry-free.

Sun Zuo’s ‘master’ in the life of the pool, the figure of the big-headed leader, who is dying, is sure to die, and no one will be assured of using the hostile force ‘high-level’ like him.

"I don't want to die... So, quickly pack up important things and follow Laozi." Sun Zuo's body trembled slightly, and he snarled in a deep voice: "When the army of blood scimitars is surrounded, you think, you will still have What is your life?"

Nearly two hundred members of the hunting team were squatting, and they ran away in a hurry, busy with the equipment.

The backbone of this hunting team is Sun Zuo's old brother, and other people are also carefully selected and carefully cultivated by Sun Zuo in recent years. Therefore, loyalty is there. Sun Zuo let them do some packing, they will clean up the items honestly, no one shouts loudly, everywhere.

More than a dozen grandchildren of Sun Zuo, who were also involved in the attack on the Wujia Stone Fort in the same year, were surrounded by Sun Zuo.

They are all savvy old hunters, ready to go, run, fight, and kill at any time, so their important things are always on their feet. They have nothing to clean up, and some of the money can be discarded at any time.

They bowed their heads slightly and listened to Sun’s orders.

Sun Zuo’s body trembled slightly, but there was fierce light in his throat.

He wants to run with his brothers, and he will certainly not be able to act as the undead in the future. Even if they want to escape from the black snakes, the farther they run, the better.

The two hundred brothers who eat and drink Lazarus can all be on him. Going out, there is no cultivation resource, and Sun Zuo feels that his spare repairs are enough to support for a while.

But there is no gold coin... that is impossible.

Eat, drink, use... Of course, they can fight home and do the old business... but they are destined to have a hard time, so gold coins are still necessary.

"Follow me. Before you leave, make a vote." Sun Zuo made up his mind. He looked at the players who gathered around and gave them two gestures.

It’s all the elites that Sun Zuo has carefully trained in these years. These members of the hunting team don’t have to talk about Sun Zuodu. There are more than 30 players who have pulled out a strange and powerful style.

A branch of the scorpion scorpion continued to press into the handcuffs, and the group of people moved on the side of the hand while walking along the left side of the small courtyard.

Just as Sun Zuo was stationed in Sanli, there was a strong stone fort under a huge stone pillar.

It is a logistics and heavy warehouse of the Golden Undead. It is responsible for coordinating the logistics and supply of all the hunting teams and hunting corps in this area. It is also responsible for identifying and recovering the trophies brought back by the hunting teams and hunting corps, or some Precious loots are priced and so on.

As far as Sun Zuo knows, this logistic warehouse is filled with millions of gold coins, a variety of color grass grasses, and a large number of military equipment.

This warehouse originally had a master of the life of the pool, the strength is far more powerful than Sun Zuo.

But just now, Sun Zuo saw with his own eyes that this master was killed by the blood curving knife. The other guards in this warehouse are naturally not placed on the heart of Sun Zuo.

Hurry and make a vote, how many good things you can take with good things, and then leave with the spoils.

Sun left the subconscious to speed up the pace, do not know why, he always felt that the back neck is a bit cool.

Is it an illusion? Should it be an illusion?

Sun Zuo took the brigade and quickly ran forward. Wherever he went, the slaves and servants of Jin Lingling naturally did not dare to ask anything. Those patrolling warriors, but those who dare to speak more, are ordered by Sun Zuo to solve the fastest speed.

The distance from Sanlidi in the district, Sun Zuo, they did not take much time to arrive.

In the face of dozens of guards standing outside the heavy warehouse, Sun left his hand and waved, and the team left and right, showing a team of powerful players.

A black arrow pulled a long, thin black flame tail, tearing the air with a harsh whistling sound.

Only a few of the dozens of guards standing in front of the heavy warehouse had barely lifted their shields and escaped this wave of arrows.

Sun Zuo smiled slowly. He waved forward and the squadron rushed up. Dozens of knives and swords flashed, killing a few lucky people who had escaped from the attack, whispering I broke into the warehouse.

The screams and curses continued to come from the warehouse.

The people in the warehouse have only a few non-combat members responsible for logistics chores. Their repairs are extremely low and their strength is very weak. They are not opponents of elite hunting teams.

When Sun Zuo walked to the warehouse gate, he had already heard the wonderful sound of the heavy warehouse door being opened.

Gold coins, Yuancao, and all kinds of treasures.

Sun Zuo was so excited that he touched the poor quality Qiankun bag at the waist and whispered: "Is there a storage bracelet? Hurry and find me the best... Damn, I am this. Qiankun bag, I am fed up with it."

Sun Zuo’s eyes are shining, and his voice can’t help but pull up a few tones: “And, find the bracelet, give it to me and bring it over.”

The voice did not fall, and Sun Zuo felt a hot air on his back neck.

Sun Zuo’s body suddenly became stiff. He opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word.

A terrible pressure came from behind him, as if there was a Taikoo Warcraft standing behind him, as long as the other party gently moved a small finger, he would be crushed and broken.

Sun Zuo’s pants were hot and he urinated directly.

His knees were soft and he did not hesitate to kneel on the ground. He did not dare to look back, but said with a sigh: "Predecessors, seniors, uncles, uncles... ancestors... As long as I don't kill me, my grandson will do the best for you."

"My grandson left the strength, but I..."

After Wu Tie stood behind Sun Zuo, he held the white tiger's crack in one hand and gently pressed the white tiger's crack on Sun's left shoulder.

He just gently sinks his wrist, and a small part of the white tiger's horrible weight is pressed against Sun Zuo's body.

In the sound of ‘咔嚓’, the half body of Sun’s left body has changed shape, and the bones of half of the body have been crushed.

Wu Tie was so scared that he raised his wrist and took a bit of annoyance on his forehead... After coming out of the tomb of Osiris, Wu Tie has adjusted the weight of the white tiger to 1.8 billion pounds.

This weight is now just the right thing to do, but for ordinary monks... even Sun Zuo’s ‘Lifepool Master’ is really terrible and too powerless to bear.

"It's really weak and the same as the dregs... Black Ring Lang Jun Sun left..." Wu Tie slammed his mouth and looked up at the dome above.

"I asked, you answered, once the answer does not satisfy me, I promise you will regret it..." Wu Tie smiled coldly, and in his mind, the means of torture and torture that Lao Tie taught were already tumbling.

In the tomb of Osiris, the torture that appeared during the sin of the crime, the witch and the iron are also in mind.

Regardless of whether Sun Zuo’s answer satisfied him or not, Wu Tie was prepared to do a good job on Sun Zuo’s body.

The army of blood-curving knives rushed toward the station of the Golden Undead, and some of the masters of the Golden Undead fled, and they tried their best to escape to their own headquarters.

They all have the same thoughts as Sun Zuo.

The husband can't have no money for a day. Before he flees, he must fill his pockets... In addition, they still have some relatives and some of them in the station. These people also want to run away together.

There was chaos in the Great Snake Cave, and some of the forces of the nearby blood-curving knives and the Golden Undead site sent troops to the border line.

Everyone's attention was placed on the blood curving knife and the fire of the Golden Undead, and everyone was gearing up for a feast.

No one noticed that the 18th town of the palace has already entered the Great Snake Cave with a large group of people. They walked in easily and easily, no one questioned, no one inquired, no one noticed the emergence of this team.

Naturally, these local forces of the Great Snake Cave did not notice that in another major crossing of the Great Snake Cave, a group of flamboyant ‘commercial teams’ came in slowly.

This caravan can have more than 300 people. There are only 20 trucks in their team. Dozens of giant warcraft like the rhinoceros are carrying trucks. These trucks move slowly and listen to the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground. Very heavy.

More than 300 caravans belong to a tall, strong and strong man, one blonde, or red-haired blue eyes, or green-haired black eyes. In short, the appearance is distinct.

They are full of hair, full of bearded faces, and their rounded heads seem to be led by a middle-aged man with a lion head, laughing and laughing, looking like chaos and chaos. Killing the famous big snake cave.

After they entered the Great Snake Cave, they immediately found a secluded corner and settled down in the camp. The three or five groups scattered around, leaving only dozens of elite troops in the camp.

These people were wearing gorgeous robes, and they were so special, which finally caught the attention of a small local force in the Great Snake Cave.

A few rats were sneaky and approached the caravan's station, and the hippie smiles far away.

A few strong men walked out of the camp. They looked at the sneaky rats and yanked out the longbow. They said that they would shoot the rats directly on the spot.

A strong man walked over and cut down the heads of several rats, and piled up a small Jingguan.

He used the blood of the rat to write a few large characters on the ground, ah, ‘close to death!’

The small forces that sent out the rat scouts were stunned, so maddening... outsiders.

Looking at the looks and dresses of these guys, they can't be the local forces of the Great Snake Cave. They are outsiders... Outsiders, dare to be so arrogant in the Great Snake Cave?

Moreover, their clothes are so gorgeous that they are very oily.

In a few soft whistles, a team of four or five hundred people appeared outside the caravan's residence.

From the martyrdom that came in from this caravan, it was nearly a hundred miles away. A martyrdom has been put on guard, and dozens of elite sergeants wearing heavy armor were stationed at the gate, posing a pair of strangers. Mo near's posture.

Walking inward along this wide mile-long ramp, after about three or five miles, the front is suddenly open, and a huge cave that can hold tens of thousands of people has been used by various heavy-duty trucks, mounts, camels and The strong man is stuffed.

At least 20,000 elite warriors are resting here.

They lined up neatly on the ground, drinking water, eating meat, and silently, showing a high degree of discipline.

In one corner of the grotto, a handsome, burly and sturdy young man sat quietly, gently stroking a black jade made of snake jade.

"Black snake domain, my big snake family has finally returned... I will remind you of the fact that I was dominated by my big snake family and became the horror of our ration."