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Eight hundred and thirty first chapter thunder into the ground

In a corner of Liuli City, in an inconspicuous dark room, a blue wind suddenly erupted in the void, and then the figures of Guan Zhengqing and Li Dingshan appeared directly from the wind.

After Guan Zhengqing took the wind control magic power in one step, he waved his hand to create a nine-dragon sky-locking formation. Nine blood-crying Yinglongs instantly surrounded the dark room, and instantly isolated the aura of the two.

The next second, Guan Zhengqing let out an uncontrollable groan, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, knelt on one knee, and then a faint voice came out:

"The saint is worthy of being a saint. The divine thought that alone has long been left behind, and its uncontrollable spirit is so irresistible."

Next to Guan Zhengqing was Li Dingshan, who was holding the wall and breathing weakly. Blood was flowing from his closed eyes. Then the boy who was exhausted was breathing heavily, and his gentle response sounded from the dark room:

"I found her!"

“Where is it?”

There was a slight tremor in Guan Zhengqing's still calm voice. Even Guan Zhengqing himself would never have imagined that Li Dingshan's ability would be so terrifying.

Listen to all things in the world and search for the traces of saints below, which is beyond the reach of people!

In the dark room, Li Dingshan, whose head was drooping, let the blood in his eyes flow down. After taking a deep breath, he slowly raised his head and looked at Guan Zhengqing in front of him. He opened his mouth and showed an extremely strange smile. He responded lightly:

"The female saint in the Ice Field was actually hidden in a completely unimaginable place!"

The entire surface of Liuli City, due to Guan Zhengqing's sudden attack, broke the brief calm before the storm. Liuli City was completely boiling, and a large number of snow-capped soldiers rushed out of the Blade Bear Mansion and began to spread into the city.

Part of them rushed to the central square of the city where fierce battles broke out, while the other part rushed to the station of the Human Chamber of Commerce under the command of the Saint Xueyan.

The entire war storm began to rage from the entire Liuli City surface, and in the darkness under Liuli City, the rolling murderous intent also began to rise and fall.

"Old Prince, the secret passage ahead is where I once saw people from underground appear. Although I have never been in there, I still remember it fresh."

Deep in the underground secret passage, Xue Bancheng's faint voice sounded, and then his icy blue eyes stared at the face of the old Bei'an King beside him, and quietly waited on the side.

Behind the old prince, an elite team of snowmen with a population of about fifty people also stood quietly in the dark and cold secret passage, making no sound like a sculpture, showing a discipline far beyond ordinary snowmen warriors.

These few soldiers were among the few real elites of Xueyan. Since the Blade Bear Tribe went to Daxia with the female saint of the Ice Field and saw the divine power of the Fourth Army, the entire Liuli City has also imitated the way of Daxia, trying to form another new army on the snow field in addition to the Blade Bear Cavalry.

Although this elite squad was still far from the Fourth Army at this time, it had already taken some prototypes.

Under the underground city, there was a surging tide. Perhaps the snow-flying wanderers who were hiding deeply underground had already smelled the extremely rich murderous intent, and thus hid one after another. Therefore, in this underground city, it was extremely strange and extremely quiet, and the originally noisy sound disappeared.

After the group was silent for a moment, Xue Bancheng's eyes turned and continued to speak:

"Prince, this secret passage in front is the gateway to the deeper underground. If we want to avoid the attention of the entire Liuli City and even the saints, the place where these people who have become sinners must be extremely deep. Therefore, we may have to go deeper for a long time and then set off at this time?"

Xue Bancheng's voice fell, and the old Bei'an King's original erratic thoughts were pulled back. Then the latter looked at the young Xuemin's face and said softly:

"The human blood flows through your body, so I can be sure that your bloodline has something to do with those people below, and may even have close relatives below. At the same time, you obviously know this and know that I will go to kill people if I go on this trip."

The King of Bei'an had a look of interest in his voice. Then he looked at Xue Bancheng's eyes and continued to speak:

"Since you know, you still have to take me down?"

"Why not?"

Xue Bancheng's extremely handsome and young face was full of seriousness, and then his voice continued to ring:

"In the snow field, in Liuli City, the so-called bloodline is not even a bite of animal meat. If you are weak, your bloodline cannot bring food or protection. If I don't understand this, I was beaten to death the day after my mother died. My goal is very clear and I want to leave this place."

"There are too many people in this world who want to leave the place that shackles the body and the soul, but there are too few people who can really do all this."

After hearing this, the old prince suddenly opened his mouth and sighed. Then he gently rolled up the black sleeves on his hands, waved his hand to signal Xue Bancheng to retreat, and then the old voice continued to ring in the secret passage:

"If you go to Daxia, your Majesty will appreciate you, but now, I have more important things to do. You are right. If you want to avoid the saint's senses, you must not only be in the deep underground, but also the top-level formation in the world.

"So if you wait to search down the secret passage, you will probably not be able to reach that hidden place in your life. But there is one thing you said right. There is always more ways for the strong to solve problems in the whole world."

After the words came to an end, under the terrified gaze of Xue Bancheng and the Xuemin warriors, Lao Bei'an's left and right hands opened at the same time and grabbed them hard. Countless dazzling red lights shone out from the darkness. The eyes of everyone around him subconsciously narrowed their eyes because of the sudden light, and their eyes blurred.

Then, in the underground secret passage, in addition to the dazzling red light, bursts of chirping like countless birds were also heard.

The dazzling red light and twitchy sound made everyone feel a strong sense of mental confusion in a very short period of time. When their vision gradually became clear, the horror in their eyes became stronger.

Because at this time, Lao Bei'an's hand was tightly holding two substantial blood-colored thunders that were constantly flashing.

Blood thunders, like small snakes dancing, continued to explode and extend from the two bloody thunders, making it seem like King Bei'an gradually holding two sharp spears in his hand.

Then the old prince who controlled the lightning had a cold look and hesitated toward the ground below and violently stabbed the two thunder spears in his hand.

"Close your eyes quickly!"

In the secret passage, Xue Bancheng opened his mouth and let out a roar. After the next breath, the blood-colored thunder spear pierced directly into the earth below.
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