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"Hiss..."

Zhao Yun's figure flashed and appeared on an inconspicuous hillside outside the city.

He stopped and looked up at the sky. A layer of green flames spread outward, and a hot and terrifying breath came faintly from it. When King Qingyang saw through their whereabouts, Zhao Yun secretly thought that it was not good, and guessed that King Qingyang's injuries had long been recovered.

As an assassin.

Facing a king who has recovered his victory.

And it was under the premise of losing the initiative and being seen through.

Even if Zhao Yun was given ten more courage, he would not have the confidence to win the battle. So he did not plan to take action at the beginning, but thought about how to escape from the battlefield.

Fortunately, Huang Cheng was also powerful enough to create a chance for him to escape with his own life.

Although doing this was a bit sorry for Huang Cheng, Zhao Yun did not feel guilty.

As the saying goes.

When you meet a tiger in the forest.

You don't need to run faster than the tiger, just run ahead of your companions.

The same is true now.

Just from the aura of King Qingyang.

Not only has he recovered from all his injuries, but he has also made some progress on this basis.

Huang Cheng was easily suppressed by him, but he did not continue to chase him.

Why is this?

Zhao Yun looked at the deadly Hunxi Mountain rising from the ground in front of him, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

But now the oppression brought by King Qingyang is too strong. Looking at the green flames burning in the sky, Zhao Yun feels like a high god, standing in the clouds, looking down at him coldly and ruthlessly.

He dare not stay here for long, even if there may be danger ahead. Now he can only rush forward with his head held high, and there is no time to think carefully.

Fortunately, as the top assassin of the Blood Shadow Tower, he is also a little famous in Zhongzhou.

In terms of pure strength, Zhao Yun is definitely inferior to the strong men in the realm of the King of Heaven. But everyone has his own specialty, and Zhao Yun is still somewhat confident in stealth and concealment. Beyond Hunxi Mountain, there is Longyuan. As long as you can reach that place, you will be like a hidden dragon entering the abyss, and the sea and sky are vast!

Swish!

With this thought, Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and swallowed a secret medicine that stimulates his potential.

His skin was slightly red, and the whole person was shrouded in a layer of black mist, which looked a little blurry.

Then he led a gust of wind and flew towards the direction of Hunxi Mountain. Accompanied by a few crows flapping their wings, flying towards the distant village, Zhao Yun's figure quickly disappeared in the twilight.

...

"What the hell!?" In Hunxi Mountain, Zhao Yun screamed strangely and stopped involuntarily, "This place is Hunxi Mountain, why is it completely different from the records."

These days, things happened in Longyuan and it was a sensation.

Zhao Yun went out to perform a mission.

Although it was indeed a bit hasty, the most basic intelligence gathering work was still done.

According to the records given by Yiluansi, a large number of demons were suppressed in Hunxi Mountain, and there were also terrifying existences in the realm of demon gods. In the past, this place was a life-forbidden zone. Even a powerful earthly immortal who had achieved great cultivation would encounter danger if he tried to force his way over.

But the scene Zhao Yun saw now was completely different.

It was quiet all around, with no sound coming from it, except for the occasional footsteps when he walked.

All those demons disappeared without a trace, and there was no trace of their bodies. There were even few traces of battles left on the ground, which was a bit too weird.

Zhao Yun had heard about some things that happened on Hunxi Mountain before, but there was no definite news, so he could only guess. He preconceived that a powerful demon had revived, so that a large number of low-level demons escaped from Hunxi Mountain.

But when he came here and saw it in person, such a guess was obviously wrong.

Looking at the dark and lifeless Hunxi Mountain. Zhao Yun tried to restore the scene that happened at that time based on the traces left on the ground.

Those demons fled in all directions, and the black tide swept away. As long as they are touched, all demons, whether they are demon kings or even powerful demon gods, will be unable to resist and disappear out of thin air, and be packed away by a mysterious existence.

Crash!

A slight noise suddenly came from behind.

Zhao Yun woke up and turned around. Only then did he see that it was a string of small stones, blown by the wind, rolling down the steep mountain wall.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was surprised to find that a layer of cold sweat had already seeped out of his forehead at some point.

He realized that his current state was not right.

His body was heavy, as if he was trapped in some invisible quagmire.

Both mentally and physically, he was under tremendous pressure. The spirit emanating from King Qingyang had disappeared. This feeling only appeared after he stepped into Hunxi Mountain. And as he went deeper into it, it became more and more intense, until now he was lingering.

He was only one step away from escaping.

But the powerful spiritual practice of the earthly immortal gave him a strong sense of crisis, preventing him from moving forward.

"Whoosh!"

Another gust of wind blew.

It was mixed with the smell of sulfur and poisonous smoke. Zhao Yun was caught off guard and felt a stimulating burning sensation in his lungs.

"Where on earth did this strange wind come from?" Zhao Yun widened his eyes and looked forward.

Only then did he realize that he had arrived in a valley without knowing when.

The valley was empty, but there was a huge sculpture on the rock wall at the end. The sculpture seemed to be carved from some black metal and was lifelike. At this time, the sun set and the moon rose. The pale moonlight sprinkled on the sculpture, reflecting a cold and hard light.

It was obviously just a sculpture.

But for some reason, the moment he saw its existence.

Zhao Yun had a strong urge to kneel down and worship.

He felt that this urge was ridiculous. He wanted to move his feet and stay away from this hellish place.

But he... couldn't do it.

The sculpture seemed to have sensed that this tiny insect had invaded its territory, and slowly came to life from its slumber.

First, the originally smooth breathing became heavy, and hot gas with a little spark spewed out from the monster's mouth and nose.

The ground under Zhao Yun's feet was melting, and his body was surrounded by a hot torrent.

Traces of festering abscesses appeared on his skin, and then they healed rapidly because of the immortality of the earthly immortal.

But there was a certain substance in the gas, and the immortality was suppressed. Zhao Yun fell into a dilemma of being unable to live or die, as if he was being cut into pieces.

Cracks appeared on his iron armor, like broken porcelain. The cracks spread and fell off his body piece by piece. The new scales shining with a dark luster were exposed to the bright moonlight, interlocking with each other, and there was a loud metal collision sound.

Bang!

A tail with layers of joints hollowed out the mountain wall, extending out from the broken rocks like a shield machine. With a large amount of rocks collapsing and sliding down, smoke and dust were also raised with a loud rumbling sound.

Then the huge sculpture slowly stood up.

When he was sitting cross-legged, he was already very burly, with broad shoulders almost as high as the mountain walls on both sides.

And when he stood up, completely stood up.

That demeanor was truly like a god descending from heaven, unparalleled in the world. Zhao Yun used his remaining little sanity to estimate that the creature was at least more than 35 meters tall. The entire valley was immediately shrouded in its shadow.

The part above the chest was completely higher than the mountain walls on both sides. The monster's head drooped slightly, so the deep pupils reflected Zhao Yun's festering and trembling figure.

Su Heng and Zhao Yun's pupils looked at each other. Through the secret method recorded in the Tathagata Zang Sutra, he invaded the other's mind and read some useful things from it.

"Are they assassins sent by the court to assassinate King Qingyang?" Su Heng shook his head and said with a little disappointment, "I thought I could catch a big fish, but I didn't expect it to be just two small characters who couldn't stand up to the stage. Well, it seems that the current situation in Zhongzhou is not optimistic. It is in a precarious situation and cannot withdraw more forces to suppress the outside world."

When chatting with King Qingyang a few days ago.

Su Heng also knew a lot about what happened in Zhongzhou, and at this time he made some judgments in his heart.

Swish!

He spread his five fingers, bringing a black mist.

Zhao Yun didn't even think of struggling, and he lay on the ground, shaking all over. He raised his head and looked at the huge hand that covered the sky and the sun. Just as he wanted to struggle and scream, the sound stopped abruptly, and his body exploded and turned into fragments.

Su Heng jumped out of the valley, and his heavy body fell on the mountain not far away.

The mountain under his feet suddenly broke, and a large amount of rocks rolled down along the rock wall. Smoke and dust rolled all the way, and loud noises continued. If such a thing happened in a town, Su Heng would cause huge casualties if he moved casually.

But Hunxi Mountain was empty.

Su Heng moved his muscles casually, and he didn't have to care about these details.

Swish!

A green stream of light passed by in the distance.

It fell in front of Su Heng, and then exploded with a "bang".

The fire flickered, and a tall figure walked out of it. It was King Qingyang.

King Qingyang's eyes fell on Su Heng, and after a brief look, a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face. He had gained a lot in this retreat, and it was no exaggeration to describe it as a reborn body. But when they met again, he felt that the gap between him and Su Heng was getting farther and farther.

When the two looked at each other, King Qingyang even sensed an unfathomable feeling from Su Heng.

He immediately knew that Su Heng had obviously gained a lot in this retreat.

Even though King Qingyang was very kind, he couldn't help but feel a sense of envy and jealousy in his heart at this time.

He was born from a poor hunter and walked all the way to today. In the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, he was already considered a person of extraordinary talent, and I don't know how many people regarded him as an idol.

But even so, at this level, it is extremely difficult to take a step forward. On the other hand, Su Heng in front of him seemed to have gained something every time he retreated, and his strength had a qualitative improvement. This kind of talent cannot be described by the word "monster" at all.