Chapter 207 The King of Gaoyang

The walking corpses around them were stiff in an instant, and even some soldiers' knives and axes did not resist. All the people calmed down. Except for the seriously injured man who fell to the ground and screamed, everyone else silently looked at the hall, which had been seen for many years, but suddenly became extremely mysterious.

"Oh--" The enlightened beast suddenly shook his mane, roared, and leaped into the hall like lightning.

There was a sudden darkness in front of me, and the sound of silk and bamboo sounded in my ears. Shaoqiu couldn't help narrowing his eyes and his heart suddenly shook. The hall is extremely empty. From the door of the hall to the end of the opposite side, the depth is no more than fifty or sixty feet, and the width is thirty or forty feet.

The hall is quite dark, and the candlelight shines on the wooden pillars on the four walls. In the space of thirty feet on both sides, there are soldiers with full armor standing densely, holding a bronze pointed bone spear and a tall giant shield in their hands. The black crocodile leather armor is tightly protected all over his body, and even his head is covered with his head. I don't know how this armor was designed. The head's eyes were covered. At a glance, it seemed that there were countless faceless zombies standing, which was extremely strange.

In the middle of the left and right two rows of armors, there is a space five feet wide, but there are several graceful girls dressed in tulle, with bells hanging around their waists, wrists and ankles, and dancing. The convex figure is almost ** exposed in the tulle, which is indescribable **. However, Shaoqiu only felt that there was something wrong with him. The dancing girls seemed to be stiff and beautiful, but the skin on her face was like a dry rock. The expression on her face was smiling, but the smile seemed to be completely solidified in the past moment. No matter what kind of posture or dance step, it was this kind of smile. It makes people's heart cold.

On the right side of the dancer is a team of musicians. In front of them are the piano, bell, chime, flute and flute. They are all prepared, and their bodies are also extremely stiff. The arms beat mechanically and their lips are stiff.

At this time, everyone also entered the hall one after another. Cang Shu was naturally very familiar with the hall. He looked at the end, but saw a bronze tripod up to three feet high at the end of the white jade steps fifty feet away. A few days after the bronze case in front of the tripod, a burly golden-crowned old man was shaking his head to enjoy the song and dancing. He held a bronze wine bottle in his hand, shook it a little, took a sip, and hummed a few words in the middle.

Seeing countless soldiers appear in the hall, one by one, the old man didn't care at all, his eyelids droop, and he was immersed in the "beautiful" melody.

Shaoqiu looked at the people around him, all of whom were solemn and awe-inspiring. Cang Shu slowly stepped forward, punched the golden-crowned old man, and said in a low voice, "I'll see you!"

This old man is actually the famous king of the Gaoyang tribe - Xiong Muye!

Shaoqiu is amazing. According to the rumors of the Gaoyang clan, Xiong Muye has long been killed by Wu Peng, but now he is sitting here. Has he been living in seclusion in the deep palace for three years and enjoying this kind of zombie music and dance? What's wrong with the countless walking corpses outside the hall?

"Hmm?" Xiong Muye took a sip of wine, lifted his eyelids, and glanced at him faintly, "Is it Cang Shu? Wu Peng, is he the person you mentioned who plotted the rebellion? Then when he saw the enlightened beast riding by Shaoqiu, he couldn't help but be stunned and showed a vigilant look.

"It's more than him!" Wu Peng came out of the Xiao wall behind Xiong Muye. His face was as white as paper, his back and ribs were blood red, and his footsteps were also staggering. It seemed that the injury was not light. She looked at the people who were waiting in array and said hatefully, "Cangshu, Meng Jiang and other Gaoyang Bakai, Yu Wuji, Yu Fenghan of the Yu clan, Ronghushi and Yanhu of the Jintian clan. These people are all of them. Kill them all!" She smiled coldly, "And your good son!"

"Well, isn't it easy to kill them?" Xiong Muye didn't care and glanced at Wu Peng, "You're injured. Why don't you go to rest?" Hey hey, if you die, I'm afraid you will be extremely happy!"

Wu Peng snorted and barely knelt down next to him: "Don't worry, I won't let you be satisfied. I'm going to watch them turn into pus and blood one by one!"

Everyone was confused when they heard it. If it is said that Xiong Muye is controlled by Wu Peng, it is not like it; if the two are in love and take advantage of each other, it is even more unlike. Moreover, why did Wu Peng not escape when he was seriously injured? Does she think that Xiong Muye can kill so many first-class masters and thousands of soldiers alone?

"Wu Peng!" Shaoqiu shouted, "Where did you hide Gan Tang? Hand it over quickly!"

Wu Peng sneered and raised his smooth chin proudly: "When you defeat Xiong Muye, ask me for someone!"

Xiong Muye waved his hand impatiently: "Okay! All right! It's all yours, every time I can't enjoy singing and dancing. Dancer and the musician, please retreat so as not to hurt you. Where can I go to listen to such a good joy in the world? He clapped his hands and said, "The Nether Armor is ready to kill all these people."