Chapter 480: Vertical and horizontal (2)

The group of people quickly walked in the clouds, and in a short time, they came to a slightly thin mountain.
Yan Xiuer blew a fine whistle here. Hundreds of ancient Qin Qins, who were wearing heavy armor, appeared quietly from the clouds. They bowed their tribute to Yu Xiu, and then they were extremely vigilant. Looking at the large group of thousands of evil spirits around Yan Xiu'er.
"Own people!" Yan Xiuer waved his hand and did not explain the meaning of this ‘self.’
A group of ancient Qin elite exhaled at the same time, they separated to the sides, giving up a passage.
Yan Xiuer walked into the foothills with a large group of thousands of evil spirits. These thousand-eyed demons below the chieftains looked at these ancient Qin elites with great curiosity.
Such actions are neat, hundreds of people are almost as if they are printed in a mold, and even the elites whose actions are almost infinite, Rao is that these thousand-eyed demons are ignorant of the military and military, and they also feel faintly. These ancient Qin elites have what they desperately need and what they lack most.
"Really, yes!" The chieftain looked at the heavy armor of these elite bodies, watching their faint boots, belts, helmets, and the swords on their waists.
It’s so good, it’s good, it’s all good!
It is a pity that the unique physiological structure of the Thousand Eyes Demon is destined to wear these gorgeous and powerful equipment. It is a pity.
Yan Xiuer didn't look back, but she seemed to see the big chief's every move. She smiled and said: "In fact, the nobles are not unable to wear armor. Well, the way the aristocrats attack is to kill the enemy with the light in their eyes. Then, it is not difficult to design a hyperthyroidism for the nobles to use for this characteristic."
The eyes of the great chiefs suddenly turned bright, and all the eyes of all the thousand-eyed demons flashed at the same time with eye-catching, high-frequency light.
They certainly know the benefits of these hyperthyroidism.
With these amazing defensive armor, the combat power of the Thousand Eyes Demon can be increased several times at least!
"Female, are you sure?" The chieftain hurriedly asked Yu Xiuer.

Is this very difficult? It’s not difficult at all!
Yan Xiuer proudly smiled:
I’m the oldest of the ancient Qin dynasty’s secrets, there are all kinds of anti-day means, designing a special armor for the nobility, and How difficult?"
"Very good, female... you are more and more interesting to me!" The chieftain stared deeply at the back of Yan Xiuer. He said very seriously: "If you can do what you promised, then our Promise must be effective! You and your people can live forever on the land outside this continent."
Yan Xiu smiled and nodded. She accelerated her pace and the group came to the depths of the mountains.
A slender figure, handsome face, but with a head, eyebrows and eyelashes are not left, the whole head is like a duck egg made of glass, the soft and evil white youth sits quietly. Under a cliff.
Several sharp, numerous barbed hooks pierced the white limbs of the young man in white, and nailed him firmly to the cliff behind him.
The large, distorted dark red runes on the black lacquered cliffs are looming, and the faint red light is spewing from time to time.
The white youths hold a volume of scrolls in their hands, and the low-pitched chanting of the sinister and erratic scriptures carefully listens to the scriptures of his chanting. It is faintly audible to hear his verses appearing from time to time, 'Knife Hill Hell', 'Flesh Words like mud.
A girl in a black palace dress, born beautifully, was kneeling at seven or eight feet, staring at him with a dull eyes.
In the black skirt, the girl’s eyes flashed, and a tear fell from time to time.
The young man in white did not look at her. He only read the scriptures softly. An inexplicable chilly chill was rolling around him. A knife mountain was looming in the cold. Struggling with a twisted figure on the Knife Hill, which was covered with numerous swords and swords, they struggled to crawl on the Knife Hill, but they were chopped up by those sharp blades and swordsmen.
"The world is so bitter, like Knife Hill Hell; people are sneaky, like evil spirits. When you use Knife Hill Hell, destroy ghosts and smash people's hearts, do things, kill the people who can be slaughtered in the world, and you will be able to make your life clear and clear."
When Yan Xiuer stepped closer to the white youth, the white youth whispered a few words, his soft and sinful breath suddenly changed, becoming extremely cold, evil, distorted, and embarrassing.
His original soft face suddenly changed his appearance. The soft and well-balanced lines on his face seemed to be carved by a knife and axe. He suddenly became stiff and cold, and the rigidity of one piece was rigid.
The white youth is like a knife mountain, releasing the terrible spirit of the idler.
His original black and white eyeballs also turned into a dead silvery white at this moment, just like the color on the blade.
The girl in the black skirt suddenly became stiff, and she screamed: "Little Jun!"
The white youth slowly turned his head and glanced at the black skirt girl indifferently: "贱人!"
A touch of invisible evil knife crossed the soundlessly, and the black skirt girl suddenly snorted, and a blood arrow was splashed on her body, and seven or eight wounds appeared at the same time. She stunned and slammed back dozens of steps backwards, looking at the white youth incredulously.
"Less Jun... How can you bear it, hurt me?" The girl in the black dress screamed inexplicably, and the blood quickly fell down the skirt along the skirt.
"Hey, it's a monk. It's already here, I am so ruined, you dare to ask me why I endure hurting you?" White youth Sensen looked at the black skirt girl: "Hey, my shrine, is bound to kill you No one dares to provoke my shrine so! No one can harm my palace, but I can still be safe!"
The girl in the black skirt was so sad that she was bleeding and weeping.
Yan Xiuer has smiled comfortably, standing in front of the white youth with a smile.
"The ancient Qin female emperor Xiu Xiu, I have seen the Shenjing Hanshan Shaojun!" Yan Xiuer smiled and looked at the white youth, whispered: "With this means, please Shaojun to come here, just want to be a friend with Shaojun!

Hanshan Shaojun slowly raised his head, he laughed and laughed: "Friends? Shaped like a prisoner's friend? Hey, hey, fun, interesting! You woman, the skin is thick enough, the heart is dark enough, very good, look Come, it will be a good friend! In the words of the gentleman, the temple I need is a friend who is shameless and has no bottom line!"
Han Shan Shaojun ignored the ugly face of Xiu Xiu, and he said slowly, "So, since it is a friend, what do you want me to help you? Hey, no matter what I want to do, in short, first Let me loose it. Also, tonight, I want this black woman to sleep! Her life is mine!"
The black skirt girl looked at Yan Xiuer in horror. She wanted to say something. Yan Xiuer smiled and nodded. "Hanshan Shaojun can see her, her life is Shaojun! Oh, less. Jun, I have seen the distinguished chiefs and adults!"
Yan Xiuer pointed to the thousands of evil spirits behind him.