M cried for less than two minutes and wiped away his tears and took several subordinates to inspect the scene. The suicide colonel's adjutant followed her tremblingly, saying in a nearly howling voice: "Monster, a big monster, God, that is the devil released by Satan... Hehehehehehehehehehehehe... A devil's head appeared in the sky... Everyone flew up... Hahahahahaha, you ask us to intercept these monsters, hahahahaha, all died, all died."

M turned around and slapped him hard on the face, saying in a cold tone: "Soldier, remember, you are not an ordinary citizen. I don't care what you see, I don't care what deep feelings you have with your commander... I only allow you to have five minutes of weakness. Now, act like a man for me. Remember, you are a soldier, you are a soldier of the British Royal Army. You must be calm and don't be afraid. Think about it, whether we can avenge your comrades, we need you to provide all the information."

The adjutant looked at M with a little dull look, gasping for breath. M signaled, and the tall agent behind her strode up and slapped the adjutant in the face several times.

The adjutant finally woke up. Although he was a little confused after being greatly stimulated, at least he was able to stand up like a real soldier.

M nodded gently: "Okay, sir, don't be like a woman... I only allow myself to cry for two minutes, huh? Our profession determines that we cannot be weak. Our profession requires us to be a hard heart. Dear, good boy, sorry, this time I'm incompetent... slowly tell me what exactly happened?"

The group walked to the beach. Several agents were stunned at the big hole with a diameter of 500 meters on the beach. The soldiers of the reinforcements of the Armored Assault Brigade surrounded each other and looked at each other. They didn't know what was going on here. A corporal brought a stone from behind and threw it into the hole. The water splashes appeared rumbled out, and it could be seen that it was very deep.

The adjutant reported in absent-minded report: "Sir, first, countless red pillars of fire shot down from several strange creatures in the sky. Then, this place, which was originally a thick beach, rushed out a very thick green light column, and there were many miserable sounds. They collided with each other, and such a big hole appeared here... There was a huge devil's head in the sky, shouting something in Chinese, I'm sure it was Chinese, but the sound collector was not effective, so I couldn't hear him shouting."

M looked at him: "Chinese? Do you understand Chinese?"

The adjutant nodded: "Yes, our brigade once participated in the fleet visiting China to do defense work, and I know that it is Chinese. Moreover, the light is very strong, and those who float in the air have black hair and yellow skin. I can recognize that they all look weird. They are like angels, with very powerful and powerful powers. They are not humans, I am sure."

M smiled bitterly: "Great, your report is perfect. How can I report to the Ministry of Defense and those in the cabinet? Do I want to say that a group of aliens suddenly invaded Britain, and then they found their conscience and withdrew again?"

Agents, the soldiers dared not interrupt. Seeing that M was about to get angry, who dared to stand up and seek death at this moment?

The adjutant suddenly shouted: "The battlefield intelligence sharing system, the command center behind has backups of these shots, and can be submitted directly... Sir, the evidence is not a problem, and can be submitted."

M slapped: "Okay, you guys, go and extract evidence immediately. We rush back to London. We can't do anything about the matter here. I think some people need to pay the price for this matter. They can't just occupy a high position, but ignore the safety of the soldiers and the people at all." Several agents were heartbroken. What do M want to do? He offended the powerful figures such as the cabinet's big men and the Minister of Defense. They might evaporate one day.

But who said M is still their boss?

M suddenly stopped: "No, we can't go back to London for the time being... Are the photos taken on the spot completed? Take as many photos as possible, and take photos of the scared soldiers in me. One copy is submitted to the Ministry of Defense, and the other copy is given to me."

Several agents did not say anything, and quickly acted as she told her, and retaining evidence of such sensitive incidents privately was a taboo thing. What exactly did M want to do? The agent who slapped the adjutant just now thought secretly in his heart: "After all, I came from the military and I don't know the agent's code. If this kind of thing is not done, it will cause a loss of head."—

The Beim Mountain Ghost Army flew quickly to the junction of China and Russia with a gloomy wind. Then, a ghost general turned around and saw more than ten miles behind. A red light soared into the sky. A figure was entangled among the nine fire dragons and rushed over quickly.

Several wandering souls also turned around in surprise and shouted: "Strange, strange, this old mao is impatient? Come and chase us alone?"

The Ghost King also felt the powerful power behind him slowly approaching and snorted: "Well, little ones, let's get out of the way, gaga, this time the harvest is good, gaga, I'm in a good mood, let that old mao, um, it's the Mingde Bull from the Daode Sect... We should occasionally explain some reason..."

All the ghosts laughed together, and the quarrels of ghosts spread far away in the vast field...

The red light flashed rapidly, and the old Taoist Mingde suddenly stopped in front of the ghost army formation. The ghost army made a point left and right, and moved away from the middle avenue. The green eyes stared at Mingde blankly.

Old Taoist Mingde was so angry that he pointed to the Beimian Ghost King with a smile on his face and cursed: "Old ghost, you just shocked my Dao Master's Nine Dragon Cover, right? I helped Dunjia Sect and fellow Taoists of the Five Elements Sect to deal with the apostate party. What do you do with you? Why are you doing something to me? I'm ugly?"

The Ghost King Dou Da's head swayed a few times, and he felt very surprised: "Huh? It's strange, you little Taoists, let alone confront my ghost army, don't even dare to pass by my Beimang Mountain on weekdays. Why are you so brave today? You dare to point at me and scold me... It's strange, so what if I don't give you face? My Nine Nether Palace has been established for thousands of years. When will you give face to others? Today I am in a good mood and give way to you for the first time. You little Zamao actually dares to arrange me? Then are you deliberately not giving me face?"

The more you think about it, the more angry the Ghost King is, the more murderous he will be. He jumped up from his chair and roared: "Ha, you are so angry that you are so hateful. I am kind to give way to you. You dare to say that I am so ugly to you, I am really going to give you an ugly look. I just taught you a lesson in front of those bulls' noses... Isn't it the Daode Sect? Didn't you teach you how to be a human being? Isn't it annoying that I am so angry that I will kill you to the gate of your Daode Sect and fuck your ancestors' shrines for the eighteen generations."

Boss Mingde yelled and jumped out. He pointed his hand, the Nine Dragons Cover, the Demon Subduing Sword, and the Illusion Heaven Flag all smashed out all three proud magic weapons. The nine fire dragons roared out the true fire of thousands of feet and rolled towards the army of thousands of ghosts; the Demon Subduing Sword emitted a hundred feet of golden light, but did not have the magical growth rainbow, but maintained its own body shape and quickly stabbed the ghost king with golden light. As for the Illusion Heaven Flag, the twenty-seven apricot yellow flags were constantly stretching in the air, and the clear air fell one after another, and the sweet rain suddenly emerged, and auspicious clouds rolled out, and clear spring water slowly poured out from the ground toward the surroundings.

It's okay with the Nine Dragon Cover, and it's better to have the Demon Subduing Sword. The Ghost King spit out a green bead as big as a fist, blocking the true fire. A green smoke from his fingers resisted the sting of the Demon Subduing Sword. The light and spiritual realm transformed from the fantasy sky flag happened to be the nemesis of the Ghost Army. Some ghost soldiers with slightly shallow skills touched the clear clouds and suddenly emitted black smoke all over their bodies. Their body shrank a lot in the screams. As for the surging clear springs on the ground, they even touched the ghost body and immediately melted the place they were in contact. The Ghost Army had no time to resist, so they almost all were injured.

If you are fighting for a flying sword, compare magic power, a few ghost generals and a thousand-year-old murderous soul can fight Mingde and be difficult to distinguish. However, the Fantasy Heaven Flag also comes from a certain ascending real person of the ancestors of the Moral Sect. It is powerful and specializes in dealing with monsters and monsters. It eats the ghost army tightly at once, and has no spare energy to resist.

The Ghost King was so angry. Although he said it fiercely, he really didn't want to offend the Daode Sect. Otherwise, the Taoist monks in the Middle Earth would make things difficult for him to be in trouble with him in Beimang Mountain. Why should he do it? But seeing that the old Taoist Mingde actually sacrificed the Illusion Heaven Flag, and his son suffered heavy casualties, his heart was full of evil spirits. He roared wildly, the earth shook, and the mountain shook. He took back the natal Yuanzhu that resisted the Nine Dragons cover, dissipated the evil fire at hand, and his hand was spread. The huge battle sword that accompanied him to charge into battle a thousand years ago had already been obtained.

It is converted into a contemporary sword body with a weight and measure of 120 cm, a sword hilt of 30 cm, a sword ridge of 2 cm thick, and two dragon shapes carved on the sword body, which is extremely sharp. When the charge broke through the formation and killed countless people, this sword also absorbed a lot of people's energy. When the Ghost King became the Tao and practiced deliberately, it had already become a supreme divine weapon.

At this moment, the magic skills that had been practiced for thousands of years, and the miserable white light was magnificent. The Ghost King jumped up and roared wildly: "Sword breaks through all directions." Thousands of sword shadows flew towards all directions with their hands. The old Taoist Mingde's face changed. The close-killing battle of the Ghost King is what ordinary monks fear the most. Who is the same as him? He started his own business by fighting. Ordinary monks only practice qi, concentrate their minds, and be able to practice Tai Chi and other skills. Who can kill these martial arts?

Mingde retreated, but his magic weapon was too late to be taken back. The Ghost King roared in murderous intent in his heart, and roared with a sword and slashed on the Nine Dragons cover with a roar, "The sword splits the mountains and rivers." Then he used a backhand sword, snatched behind him, and said again: "The dragon travels thousands of miles."

The light of the Nine Dragon Cover darkened, and a huge crack appeared on it. The Ghost King almost dismembered it with his sword; the Demon Subduing Sword let out a whine, and with a clang, the old Taoist Mingde had practiced hard for hundreds of years, was actually cut off by the Ghost King's sword.

The Ghost King was so angry that he was returning to the battlefield with the roar of drums and roars. He laughed proudly. With a wave of his hand, the golden lion Mankai, the golden headed stairs and cloud boots, and the nine dragon bright silver helmet were put on the sound with waves of ghost energy, and shouted enthusiastically: "Come on, Xiao Zamao, let grandpa, let grandpa chop you eighteen swords, and if you can't kill him, grandpa will let you go back to the mountain."

Mingde's anger dropped, and his whole body was cold. Suddenly, his master warned himself when he was going up the mountain: "Although our Daode Sect has a prosperous sect and many wise men, there are many strange people in the world. Among the alien cultivators, you must not provoke some people. The first one is the ghost king of Beim Mountain... Although he practiced Taoism for an alien, he had the gift of a strange treasure to protect him in the Tang Dynasty. He had no choice but to make any effort to deal with him in the heavenly tribulation. If it weren't difficult to get rid of that ghost body, he would have ascended to the fairy world long ago... If you cannot reach the Taishang Xuanwei Realm in the future, you must not provoke him."

Mingde regretted it, and he had already cursed Tian Leizi in his heart: "The one who insisted on forcing you to drive Yichenzi away was my senior brother. Did I provoke you? Why are you betting that I provoke this old ghost? The Supreme Taoist Lord bless you so that your disciples can escape the disaster today."

Seeing Mingde not moving for a long time, the Ghost King was dissatisfied and muttered in his heart: "I respect you, I have only chopped you eighteen swords. If it were an ordinary person, it would be enough for me to chop three swords... Why don't you ignore me? I'm not a big man, right?"

With a roar, the Ghost King jumped up and slashed with a sword: "Look at my own defeat of thousands of troops."

Mingde was rushing to pull out magic weapons from his sleeves, but which magic weapon could block the Ghost King? The Illusion Heaven Flag is more than enough to deal with those ghost generals, but what can I do when facing an old ghost who is not afraid of a heavenly tribulation?

Just as Mingde closed his eyes and waited for death, the Ghost King suddenly took the sword back, tilted his head, and roamed with green eyes the size of an egg, and said in a gusting voice: "Little Taoist Tianxin, what are you playing with in mystery?"

Straws of silver threads were scattered from the sky, and the fantasy sky flag was like snow poured by boiling water. The illusory realm of illusion melted with light, and twenty-seven yellow apricot flags flew back to Mingde's sleeves. The ghosts fought desperately to face the silver light, and the damaged ghost body quickly recovered.

Tian Xinzi disappeared from the silver clouds on his face and slowly descended between the Ghost King and Mingde. He smiled and said, "Senior Ghost King, Tian Xinzi is polite."

The Ghost King patted his head, took off the armored sword on his body, and said with a gaga, "Hahaha, all the bull's noses are not annoying to me, hahaha, you come to plead for this misogynistic hair? Forget it, forget it, I am a lot of great master, I will give you a dog, and if you give him a chance, it will be the same, haha."

The evil fire in Mingde's heart: "What? I've become a dog in your mouth?"

But he had a big fist, especially Wanxu Ghost Army behind him was staring at him fiercely. How could Mingde dare to talk too much? He was just curious, how could Tian Xinzi have a friendship with the Ghost King?

The Ghost King looked at Tian Xinzi and walked up curiously. He suddenly pulled his beard and said loudly: "Ha, you kid is getting old too... When we met, you kid was chased by a wild ghost. Don't you be afraid now... Hahahaha, you kid, huh, are you about to ascend?"

Tian Xinzi stroked his breath a little embarrassedly and said respectfully: "When Tian Xinzi went down the mountain for the first time, thanks to the rescue of the Ghost King, I will never forget this love."

The Ghost King laughed: "Small things, save a dog..."

He suddenly started to grunt, probably feeling that it seemed a bit inappropriate to compare Tian Xinzi to a dog, and changed the topic at the moment: "Oh, your little calf's nose is about to ascend, and I don't know when I will endure it."

Tian Xinzi smiled and said, "Seniors have no worries about the heavenly tribulation. If there are more than ten thousand soldiers under their jurisdiction, how can they worry about it? As long as they work hard and work hard, they will be able to achieve the right result... If it is said that the Nether Palace needs puppet warriors, such as those rebellious parties, the Ghost King can use it, but these people..." Tian Xinzi pointed to the dead British soldiers: "Why are they? If you can pay attention to these minor details, you will be able to achieve the right result."

The Ghost King smiled a little shyly: "Gaga, I still can't beat you if you say the truth, huh? It's dawn, the little calf's nose, I won't tell you anymore. If you have time to come to Beimang Mountain to sit, you don't have much time left here... You say these people shouldn't die, so I'll give it to you... Anyway, their souls are still there, but all the yang energy is gone, you can do this, please do it."

The Ghost Army irresponsiblely let the Ghost Army throw hundreds of British soldiers on the ground, whistle, and roll up thousands of ninja bodies. The Ghost Army rushed to its nest with a storm.

Tian Xinzi was not in a hurry to treat the British soldiers, but bowed to Mingde very seriously and said, "Fellow Taoist, I am polite."

Mingde quickly returned the greeting: "I dare not, thank you brother Dao for helping me, ashamed, ashamed."

Tian Xinzi said quietly: "People who practice Taoism focus on the cultivation of their minds and nature. Friends who are wise and virtues may be unpleasant. However, if fellow Taoists still have such a hot temper, I am afraid that the next 49th level of disaster will not be easy for fellow Taoists to survive."

Mingde looked at Tian Xinzi in amazement.

Tian Xinzi whispered: "Although a practitioner has been able to move mountains and seas and do everything for a while, the heavens have long been doomed. The heavenly tribulation reminds me to carefully rest and never pass through the realm of Taoism. If the ordinary mind has not retreated, it is better to go down the mountain as soon as possible and still be able to live in the end. Although it will be difficult for the six realms to sink into the future, at least it will be a blessing to protect the soul."

Mingde remembered what he did today, and cold sweat dripped. If Tian Xinzi hadn't come, he would have been chopped under the sword by the Ghost King. According to the style of Beim Mountain, what's the use of keeping his soul? He would have long since knocked himself out of his soul and would never be reborn... Then, then, then, there's no need to wait for the arrival of the 49th Kill, and he would be completely finished.

Thinking of this, Mingde fell to the ground and said to Tianxinzi with a great gift to his master: "Thank you brother Dao for your advice. Mingde understands that from today on, Mingde will rush back to the Taoist sect, and from then on, he will cultivate his mind and cultivate his nature. He will no longer dare to mess around in the world... After leaving today, I hope that I can gather with Brother Dao in the nine heavens in the future. Mingde said goodbye."

Mingde rolled over and got up, and did not dare to turn into a rainbow in front of Tian Xinzi. After walking out of the three miles, a clear light went away.

Tian Xinzi smiled bitterly: "You have realized it, and you will have your own rewards in the future, but when will that person in my family be able to realize it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Leizi flew over with countless monks. As soon as he landed, he shook his head and looked around: "Hey, Senior Brother? Are you here? Don't scold me, I'll face the wall for three months when I go back... Is the old ghost Mingde dead? Ah? I didn't see the corpse, was it destroyed? Huh... Senior Brother, you are not the Ghost King of Beim Mountain, why do you want so many corpses? We don't seem to have any Taoist techniques that need to be practiced with dead corpses... It's strange and strange..."

Shui Zhenren also nodded beside him: "It's strange, strange. Not to mention so many corpses, they are not us Central Plains people. They are strange and weird... Could it be that Brother Dao wants to take these guys back like us with that statue of God and let everyone see them?"

Even though Tian Xinzi had a profound cultivation level, they almost made the two of them irritated. What did they say? Is this human words?

I was too lazy to pay attention to some famous treasures such as Tian Lei Zi, Huo Zhenren, and Shui Zhenren. Tian Xinzi and several sect masters greeted each other one by one, and then began to slap the souls of the British soldiers into their bodies, use the "Fire Pill" of the Five Elements Sect to replenish the yang energy, and then use the "Putian Ganlin Curse" to move their bodies, and save them one by one. Although I lost several years of life, it is better than letting them be taken away by Beimang Mountain like this and always be a ghost?—

M held a thick file bag, which contained photos of all the soldiers who died this time and traces of the scene. Of course, the person who took the photos carefully followed M's orders, avoiding those surreal things, and only took countless shots that ordinary people could accept.

M thought for a while and whispered: "I am also a betrayer. Of course, that idiotic prime minister cannot represent the British Empire, so he cannot be regarded as a symbol of Britain, so I am not a betrayal, right?"

She took out her cell phone and dialed Yi Chen's number: "Yi, where are you...yes, I am that bad old woman, I need your help."

"God, do you have to bargain for anything? Well, okay, this incident will bring you unexpected benefits, and of course, it may also bring unexpected disasters, each with 50%. You can do it... Don't ask me what it is. Although my phone is a confidential signal, you may be monitored... Manchester? Okay, I'll come right away... Nonsense, this is my work machine, I never use public funds indiscriminately... You... piss off me."

M hung up the phone angrily, with a weird look inside her gray eyes. After a long time, she smiled: "Damn guy, but he will not refuse my conditions... If he was a businessman, he would definitely understand how rare this opportunity was."—

Yi Chen yawned, his head seemed a little dizzy, and he was too lazy to use his skills to force out alcohol. This dizziness was a very pleasant enjoyment.

Fei Li crawled on him and asked him in a low voice: "What's the matter? Well? It's a woman's voice."

Yi Chen patted Feili's butt and said with a smile: "I'm not interested in a sixty-year-old woman... M said there was a deal to talk to me... It's really strange, but it doesn't mean it... Did she put a heavy insurance on the headquarters building under construction and asked me to blow up the building and then she got huge compensation? This is a good way to solve the shortage of funds."

Fei Li chuckled with a smile, bit him hard, jumped up and ran into the bathroom, and said loudly, "Get up, lazy, the boss of MI6 is about to visit him. Why don't you prepare quickly?"

Yi Chen got up lazily: "Okay, okay, I'll dress up too. Hey, I don't know if M has a daughter. If so, I can pursue her daughter, just do it like Bai Jiade. Then, there will naturally be endless benefits."

The response to him was the cloisonné vase placed on the dressing table, which was smashed over with the sound of the wind...

Yi Chen grabbed the vase with one hand and said with a smile: "We are going to stay in Manchester for two more days. Well, I don't know what M is going to say to us. Really, she is a big shot in intelligence. Are you still afraid of others monitoring? She killed those people in the monitoring center and destroyed the evidence?"—

M arrived in Manchester in an armed helicopter. She did not bring anyone around her. She left all the agents at the crime scene and ordered them to have their own direct instructions before returning to London, asking them to supervise the soldiers to clean up the bodies, cover up the traces, etc. on the spot.

According to the address that Yi Chen told her, M found the hotel. Looking at the luxurious decoration and the amazingly tall and wide lobby hall, he shook his head helplessly: "It seems that in this society, the leaders of the underworld will live better than most serious people."

Yi Chen had already been waiting in the hall. When he saw M coming in, he smiled and greeted him: "Oh, welcome, welcome, dear aunt, it's great that you can come."

Yi Chen hugged M. M hugged him helplessly, and asked him in Yi Chen's ear: "When did I become your aunt? Dear Yi... Hum?"

Yi Chen had a strong smile on his face and muttered in a low voice: "So, ask me to shout loudly: 'Welcome, Master M of MI6?' Oh my God, your photos are all confidential, and you actually ran over alone."

The two separated, and the people around them looked at two people who were obviously not related by blood, but there were so many strange things in this world. Who has the time to care about other people's affairs? They could not have imagined that M, who could be among the most mysterious people in the UK, was this little old woman in front of them?

Yi Chen led the way and took M to his room. Phil, Gore stuck on the door from left to right, and stood outside the door proudly with his head raised. Yi Chen told them: "No one is allowed to come in. If Mr. Off comes, Phil can accompany him to buy something, or go to the bar to have some wine." Phil nodded and agreed.

Jester curled up on the sofa like a snail, holding a stick of marijuana in his mouth, rolling his eyes at M. Fei Li was a little angry about what Yi Chen said just now, and she was a little worried that M would really have a daughter. After thinking about it for a long time, she simply didn't bother to come down and see someone.

M looked at Jester and said coldly: "Young people, taking drugs is harmful to health. Don't you understand this?"

Jester rolled his eyes: "Ah? Is that right? Well, maybe... are you going to have one? Columbia is native to marijuana, with a little Indian tobacco added to it, which is very fragrant."

M rolled his eyes weakly, left Jester and sat far away on a sofa, threw the thick file bag on the table in front of him, and said, "Yi, this is what I am talking about. You bring them to the big people you know. How many of them are firm opposition, aren't they?"

Yi Chen sat beside her, grabbed the file bag quickly, took out the photos inside and flipped through them, and said with a tickling sound in his mouth: "Ah, it's so beautiful, oh... I mean the background, yes, the sea water on these backgrounds is so beautiful... Ah, what do you mean?"
To be continued...