The black tiger's head suddenly appeared, everyone was stunned, holding their breath, and even their heartbeat stopped.

After a while, I looked carefully and found that there was nothing, only the back of the old stone, still walking forward.

"Just...just...was that just an illusion?"

Someone shouted softly: "I seem to see a black tiger's head, it's so terrible."

"So, so do I!" Several more people responded, all of whom were frightened.

One person looked at the leader and asked, "Chief, it was an hallucination just now!"

It seems like I want to be sure of something, but I can't believe it.

The leader cursed: "I saw it all, he saw it, how could it be an illusion... Old Shitou is afraid he is not an ordinary person!"

At this moment, he felt cold sweat inexplicably. Even an idiot should know that the old stone who was called by him on weekdays must have an extraordinary secret.

When I remembered many details, I was even more frightened. Lao Shitou was probably a powerful man. He could kill himself with just one finger, but he was regarded as a servant who had been so long... I don’t know what the consequences would be.

The old stone had no idea about all kinds of things here. He was just as crazy as a demon, walking towards Julong Mountain step by step, muttering to himself: "Clock, clock, clock..."

There is a battlefield ahead, and the soldiers and horses of the Great Han Dynasty and Yong Kingdom are fighting fiercely. Although Huangfu Guangming has not officially declared war yet, the friction on the border has begun.

But in a moment, the old stone had already entered the battlefield.

A feather arrow broke through the air and shot towards his shoulder.

This is a rifle arrow, which is cheated by the angle, but its strength is not weak.

The moment he shot the old stone, the caravans in the distance saw a scene that surprised them.

Nearly one meter away from the old stone's shoulder, the stumbler stopped, as if he was pinched by something, and stopped in the air. After a while, it slowly fell down.

"this……"

Everyone was frightened. Such a powerful protective energy had already told everyone that Lao Shitou was not just a strong man, but also an ordinary strong man.

There were more flowing arrows in front of them, flying in one after another, but they were blocked nearly one meter away from the old stone and then fell one after another.

Soon, the situation here attracted the attention of soldiers from afar. A cavalryman's eyes flashed with a cold light and rushed towards him with a spear in his hand. In an instant, he had arrived in front of him and stabbed the spear in his hand at the old stone's head.

"ah!"

He shouted loudly, but it immediately stopped abruptly. The spear, like those arrows, stopped one meter away. No matter how hard the soldier used, he would not be able to make progress.

Instead, as the old stone continued to move forward, he forced him to retreat with his men and horses.

I don’t know whether it was blocking my vision or because I felt the murderous intent, the old stone took a step forward, waved it casually, and slapped the horse in the chest.

"ah!"

With a scream, he saw that the cavalry, his men and horses were directly photographed into meat sauce.

Such a scene immediately shocked everyone. The battle ahead stopped instantly and stared at this place in a daze.

"Clock, clock, clock..."

The old stone continued to move forward, as if nothing could stop him.

A general frowned and waved his big hand: "Aim... Shoot!"

For a moment, the flying arrows flew towards the old stone like rain, instantly submerged. But they were just as submerged as before, blocking their sight. As the old stone moved forward, all the arrows fell to the ground.

The soldiers on both sides took a breath and began to retreat involuntarily.

"Zhong, Zhong...Yuyao...Yu Shuang...Yu Shuang...Yu Yao..."

As he repeated, Lao Shitou seemed to remember something bad, his face turned painful, and then he pressed his head and started to scream in pain.

"Ao!"

Suddenly, a tiger roared, and a blood-patterned black tiger rushed out of him, roaring towards the sky, and a strong wind roared everywhere, shocking people.

In an instant, everyone felt as if their heart was pinched by a hand, and they could no longer control themselves in life and death.

When Lao Shitou finally relieved the pain and continued to move forward, a soldier from Dahan recognized the blood-patterned black tiger and exclaimed: "Oh my God, it's Dingyuan Duke, it's Dingyuan Duke!"

The blood-patterned black tiger with the Divine Martial Soul, only one person in the world, is Qin Shaofu, the Duke of Dingyuan of the Great Cold Dynasty.

Although the man who looked old could not see the style of the Great Cold and Violent Tiger in the past, this magical martial soul would not admit his mistake.

"The Great Cold Thunder Tiger!"

When the soldiers from the Great Han Dynasty shouted like this, the soldiers of Yong State also took a breath of air conditioning.

Although it is well known that Qin Shaofu will definitely regard the Great Han Dynasty as his enemy, it does not mean that he will help him.

This is the Great Cold Burglary, the son of the Demon God Emperor, cruel and violent, killing people like numb. God knows what the result will be.

For a moment, everyone held their breath and did not dare to make any sound. They just watched the figure walking towards the front.

"Yu Yao, Yu Shuang, Yu Shuang, Yu Yao..."

The figure kept reciting these two names, walked to the bottom of Julong Mountain, and walked up the mountain.

Step by step, it seems extremely difficult, and as we move forward, it seems like we are walking on the road to purgatory.

The dust on his body gradually dissipated, the old skin gradually began to become bright, the old stone slowly disappeared, and the former Great Cold Thunder Tiger slowly came back.

When he walked to the snow line on the mountain and saw a big bell, Qin Shaofu finally came back.

That day, my heart was so sad that Bai Yushuang used the Taishi Demon's redemption could only heal the physical injuries, but it could not heal the pain in his heart.

After destroying half of the capital, he went crazy and lost his mind.

The chaotic internal breath and the storm of true energy made him unable to maintain his former appearance, as if his whole body had become weak and he became an octogenarian.

But he just avoided the search of all the people in the world... Even if he was like Huangfu Guangming, he could not have imagined that a strong man with a strong rank in heaven would become like this.

Now the situation in his body has finally stabilized. Julongshan awakened his mind and returned all the lost memories.

He is back, he wants to take revenge, he wants to make those who think of him dying pay the price, the heavy price, the ten times the price.

I don’t know what this bell was left to him by Jiang Taifu. Qin Shaofu once thought he would never come here, but it’s different now.

He picked up the wooden hammer beside him and knocked it hard at the bell.

"Dong!"

A loud noise turned into a wave of clouds and smoke and shook the whole world, as if the horn of battle was spread to the distance and to the capital.

"Dong!"

Another sound, this is the sound of hatred, the demon who was sent to hell returned, and he would pay the price for everyone who had hurt him.

"Dong!"

The third bell rang, and the mallet was shattered.

The snow peak on one side roared, the white snow and ice burst into pieces, rolling towards the mountain. In the collapsed ice, pieces of demon soldiers wearing black armor were exposed.

At present, one person, holding a black sword in his hand, was covered in black veil, as if a shadow in the sun was looming.

"Welcome to the Emperor!"

As the shadow shouted, 30,000 elite demons responded in unison.
Chapter completed!