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Shenzhou land 2000 miles to the south, on a wild land.

There is no aura, there is no way. Even the ground is dry. There are not many plants that can grow here. Among them, vine and cactus are the most common here.

Of course, there are also those fierce beasts who eat people and don't vomit their bones. They have lived here for generations and have been used to everything here.

The harsh environment, terrible beasts, hot sand, water is the most important source of life here, none of them.

However, what no one knows is that there is a terrible race in the depths of such an environment. They are bimon.

From a long time ago, they moved here and never left again. Occasionally, some people went out for the sake of Jiuli mountain.

Quiet, peaceful, is their only purpose of seclusion. Until three years ago, in the depths of the secret land, they finally found the holy mountain of Jiuli and the blood line of King bimon.

But after the end of the secret place battle, Huaiyang ion was not found. They searched for two years, but could not find it. This situation lasted until half a month ago.

When their great little Lord returned to the clan, they brought a news that shocked the whole bimong people.

To greet him, eighteen elderly elders, many strong bimon soldiers, and even the old clan leaders who have been closed for hundreds of years have also left the pass.

A group of old men gathered around him, staring at the letter in his hand. At this moment, the bamboo scroll was no longer important.

The letter says: "I want to help my younger martial brother with all my strength."

Laozi?

Is that too loud?

Those strong bimont soldiers were speechless, but even so, a group of old men were still excited and excited, as if they were back in their youth.

It is a great event that the blood line of King bimon is about to return to bimong.

They have been silent for a long time, and the bloodline of King bimon will never appear again. Maybe in the past hundreds or thousands of years, they will be completely annihilated in this wild land.

"Who is his younger brother?" One of the old men responded, clutching bishner's hand and asking.

"Black swordsman." Answered bishner.

"Who is the black swordsman?"

"Where is the black swordsman?"

"It's a familiar name Well, I think of the only orthodox black swordsman in legend who can subvert the divine power. "

"I understand. My king asked us to help the black swordsman with all our strength. He wanted to make the bimont family bloom again with the help of the black swordsmen."

"Wang It's hard work. "

"Wait a minute. What is the black swordsman doing?"

"Well, you say, have you seen the black swordsman?" It was the old man who grabbed bishner.

"Elder, patriarch." Bixuaner was helpless, but he still replied respectfully: "the black swordsman of this generation is named Li Yi, whose realm is at the peak of Tongtian. More than ten years ago, he overthrew the two holy places of zhanzhou in the South with his own efforts, and then he moved around Shenzhou..."

Bishner knew that these elders, as well as the old patriarchs, had been in seclusion for hundreds of years, and did not know what had happened in the past 20 or 30 years.

Therefore, he gave a brief account of the black swordsman's past.

More than ten minutes later, a group of bimong old people were all silent.

Those strong bimon soldiers, one by one, marvel at each other, their eyes are shining and their hearts are worthy of being king's younger martial brothers!

"Did Wang speak to you? Does he have any brothers or sisters? Does he have a family? Where does he live? "

"Yes, yes, yes, say it quickly..."

"I don't know. I met in Jiuli mountain three years ago, and I didn't talk to each other." Beecher shook his head.

"If he had no family, and he was left alone, wouldn't he have no blood?"

"It seems that the black swordsman has to help with his work."

"But it's holy land."

"The black swordsman doesn't necessarily want to destroy the holy land. Maybe, he just wants to get more cards on the holy land."

"Yes, it must be."

"Then help! I can't wait to see the king. " The oldest elder finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, but he was exhilarated.

"Well..." Bi Xuan Er is eager to speak but stops. After looking at the elders, his sight finally falls on the old patriarch.

"Send out the cloud team, take the thunder bone with you." The old patriarch opened his eyes and gradually became deep.

What?

All bimon was shocked, and even bishner opened his mouth wide.

It's understandable to send out the cloud team. After all, the trip to the secret place three years ago was also such a lineup. You can take thunder bone with you That's the most powerful weapon of their family!

Lei Gu was refined by the sage in the mythical age. After being tempered by the blood of countless generations of King bimon, Lei Gu finally stepped into the ranks of heaven in a stormy night.

At that time, the incident shocked the whole land of gods and demons, and even the holy palace could not keep calm.In countless times, even in the Qin and Yue dynasties, the bimong people were forced to move, and Jiuli mountain broke away. They never used the thunder bone.

But now, for the sake of a black swordsman, the old patriarch has made such a decision.

"Patriarch, think carefully!"

"At most, I'll take a trip."

"Yes, never waver. That's the foundation of our bimont clan."

"Think twice!" The elders are all speaking.

"I think clearly." The old patriarch's eyes were deep: "we should not only welcome back the blood of the king, but also let the black swordsman owe us kindness."

Yeah?

Bi Xuan er's sight is coagulated, this moment, he thought of a lot.

There is an agreement between bimon and the black swordsman, and Huaiyang ion comes forward. It seems that they all need to make a move, whether it is the agreement or the latter.

In this case, why not let the black swordsman owe them a favor?

"We have been silent for too long." The old patriarch looked at the sky, and his words revealed a deep feeling, as if there were hundreds of millions of Jun weighing on the hearts of the people.

"Then fight!" Not far away, came a tall and burly middle-aged man with muscles like a dragon. He was two meters high, his eyes were bright, his face was very ordinary, but he had a feeling of not being angry and self-confident.

The leader of the cloud team.

Three years ago, although the cloud team sent out, but he did not go, coincided with the closure, now he has been out.

When he saw someone, he could no longer keep calm. The leader of the cloud team, who was known as the most powerful soldier of the bimong people, had fought in the wilderness for eight months without dying.

In the history of Bi Mongolian, the highest record is six months, but he is two months more.

In front of him, even the elders had to be convinced.

The old clan leader withdrew his sight and looked at him: "do you want to lead the team out?"

He nodded and said, "yes."

The old patriarch said, "I can't give you thunder bone."

He pauses, his eyes are full of gloom and helplessness, and says, "I understand."