"General Ye, you are too presumptuous."

Lu Lan looked condescendingly at the woman sitting on the chair like a cynical second generation ancestor, and lightly raised his eyebrows, his face and eyes becoming colder.

"In this place, the military power cannot be provoked. How can you be so arrogant and blaspheme the military soul of the Blessing Mountain? The existence of the Imperial Military Division is the result of the Ghost Emperor after the Void War 90,000 years ago, after the Lingtian Continent lost the sun and regained its light.

Established with the Sword Emperor's remaining subordinates, so that Yu Wen can still protect the mainland, you..."

"You are very noisy."

Chu Yue interrupted Lu Lan's arrogant tirade, and moved her elegantly folded legs up and down to a comfortable position.

Then, his white and tender palms waved lightly in the air.

A jar of Yunxiao Wine immediately appeared in the palm of his hand, and he drank it regardless of the ugly-looking and smelly people around him.

"Ye-Chu-Yue!"

Every word came out of Ye Yang's throat with a strong smell of gunpowder.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, with the palm facing up, and the radiant profound energy gathered, needing to be condensed into a sharp weapon.

At this moment, Chu Yue shrugged, shook her head and sighed, took out a pitifully small wine glass from her storage bag, filled it with a few pieces of Yunxiao wine, put it in Ye Yang's palm, and took it away from Ye Yang

storage bag, "This is half of the drink price."

Ye Yang's weapon that hadn't come out was stuffed back, and he stared blankly at the glass of wine in his palm.

I was so speechless that my temples were beating like drums.

How could the Imperial Army be desecrated by such an unreliable person?

That was the Imperial Army Division he swore to protect!

What no one noticed was that Chu Yue quietly took away an ancient medal from Ye Yang's shoulder.

And this is the remaining drink money.

Chu Yue raised her head and drank a few sips of wine, pretending to be tipsy, stood up and walked out of the Ghost Killing Tower headquarters looking slightly drunk.

"Bah, you damn drunkard."

Chen Huihuang, who was bandaged like a mummy and still insisted on attending the headquarters meeting, spat at Chu Yue's back.

Chu Yue found a window sill outside the circular staircase corridor and jumped down.

The figure disappeared into the night like a ghost.

Soon we arrived at the edge of the Prayer Mountain.

She concealed her aura and took out Ye Yang's ancestral medal.

There are too many unstable factors in the God and Demon Eyes.

Perhaps, with the Weeping Blood Medal passed down from the Imperial Army, Chu Yue might be able to see clearly inside.

"Is this really useful?" Xuanyuan Xiu was dubious.

“Got to try.”

Chu Yue held the Yunxiao Wine in one hand and the Weeping Blood Medal in the other, her eyes filled with sadness.

In her memory, there was such a reserve army.

When she gave her the surname "Ye", all the soldiers in the army were as happy as the Chinese New Year.

What's more, they arrogantly and proudly wrote the word "叶" crookedly in black letters on a red cloth, and tied it to their foreheads to show off.

Really...

Even more childish than a child.

Chu Yue put away her thoughts and split the power of Shennong in her body into two branches.

Entered the Medal of Weeping Blood and the Eyes of Gods and Demons respectively.

She sat cross-legged and closed her eyes tightly.

After brewing for a while, he suddenly opened his strangely beautiful eyes of gods and demons and looked into the depths of the Blessing Mountain.

She watched it over and over again.

The desolate wind blew through the lonely mountains.

There is no trace of the imperial army.

There were only white bones all over the ground.

The moonlight shines on the white bones, desolate and desolate.

Only a few ice coffins exposed to the stars still contain intact people.

Chu Yue could see that the pupils of the people in the ice coffin were glowing with golden-red light that symbolized gods and demons.

"Snapped!"

At that moment, the Yunxiao wine jar rolled to the ground.

The blood in Chu Yue's body was all cold.

How can there be an imperial army in the world?

It's just an empty dream of being a general in the world.

There is no such thing as a prayer mountain. It is just... the place where Li Liancheng of Jixia Academy used to conduct experiments on gods and demons.

There are no military souls here, only people who were killed.

"Li Liancheng!"
Chapter completed!