Chapter 270 (1/2)

”Lord, are we going back to the house next?”

Walking slowly, beside the broad carriage, the general of Bei'an palace, who was in charge of the guard, inquired into the carriage in a low voice.

The three rivers and six banks, as the fireworks place of the Shenjing City, naturally dare not open in the center of the city. This is tantamount to provoking the majesty of Zhao, the leader of the great Xia Dynasty. Therefore, it is located in a remote place in the south of the capital city. As we all know, the temperature in the northwest of summer is extremely low. Once winter comes, all the rivers and lakes in the whole Shenjing city will freeze. By then, all the major flower boats will be frozen They will jointly contribute and spend a huge price. They will ask the high-level monks to use their energy to maintain the gurgling flow of the three rivers of gold and jade.

The general's inquiry fell, and after a long time, the king of Bei'an's response to the vicissitudes of life began to ring in the carriage.

”I don't have to go back to the house in a hurry. I need to think about something.”

”No!”

On the South Suburban road of Shenjing City, there are trees with a little snow on both sides. The whole team moving forward slows down. There is no so-called beauty in the carriage. Old Bei'an Wang sits alone with his eyes closed and his expression is solemn. The light killing intention on his whole face has not disappeared. Around him, a large number of young women sit quietly beside him, I dare not disturb you at all.

All of a sudden, the whole brigade stopped suddenly, and then the voice of unbelievable report came from outside the carriage.

”Wang, Wang Ye, we can't go any further, because the road ahead has disappeared. Someone moved a mountain and blocked the road.”

The old king of Bei'an in the carriage opened his eyes, and the thunder flashed through his eyes. Then he slowly lifted the curtain of the carriage and walked out. Looking at the front, his eyes narrowed slightly.

On the broad road leading to the capital of God, a mountain appeared, which could block the whole road without leaving a trace of cracks. On the mountain, there was a man with dark bronze skin and a not tall body, but his animal coat was lifted outwards.

He is one of the three kings of the great Xia Dynasty. He is the king of Ximan.

The king of Bei'an clenched his right hand. His blood was red, the thunder twinkled and twinkled, and his right foot was powerful. The whole man was like a Thor, piercing through the void. In the blink of an eye, he smashed his right fist forward. With the thunder roaring, the whole mountain was severely shaken back. Thunder's right fist refused to let go, and he continued to wave his fist again, as if to release a trace of the killing intention contained in his heart, One punch after another, the mountain retreated and then retreated, and countless stones rolled down, forming an appalling scene.

In the end, the old king of Bei'an stopped boxing, and the mountain in front of him had been smashed back ten miles, leaving a long, hideous mark on the ground.

No matter how fierce the old king of Bei'an attacked, the king of Ximan, sitting on the top of the mountain, remained unmoved. Even though the mountain on which he sat was the manifestation of his Taoist soul, even if there was a faint blood gushing out from the corners of his mouth, he still said nothing. After the former stopped, he spoke faintly:

”how are you, are you ready to drink ？”

The old king of Bei'an nodded, waved his sleeve, turned into a bloody thunder, and instantly appeared on the top of the mountain and sat cross legged opposite the king Ximan.

”The formation just now is too big, attracting too many monks. I'm going to a quiet place.”

As the voice fell, King Ximan raised his hand and patted the mountain below. The whole mountain suddenly shook violently. Then two huge hands broke out of the mountain, followed by the head, body and legs. With only a few breaths, a rock giant appeared in the southern suburb of Shenjing city.

On the top of the giant's head, two figures sat upright. Then he raised his giant foot, stepped out one step, and crossed the vast distance. Then his feet walked out of the holy capital and went to the northwest.