Qing Ming

As long as there is life, there will be human footprints.To the west of the Arctic Ice Sheet is a mountain with a radius of thousands of miles. The foot of the mountain is full of green grass and the land is fertile. The top of the mountain is billowing with smoke all the year round. It is actually an active volcano standing in the ice sheet.This also coincides with the principle of negative yang, thousands of miles away is covered with snow and the cold wind is howling, but here is full of vitality and fertile soil.

There is also an ancient god race living here, the Aila Afghans.The men and women in the clan live a life without disputes with the sun, enjoying the peace between ice and fire to themselves.The men and women in the clan rarely go outside, and the folk customs are simple and simple. Although they have endless longevity, they don't believe in any gods, because they are also gods.

The Aila Afghans seldom fight, but today they ushered in a patriarch who was expelled and an uninvited guest in a white robe, and they came with the eyes of the patriarch.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.However, the Aila Afghans regard it as the source of hatred. If they take out the other party's eyes, it only proves that all hatred is over.If there is any unresolvable hatred in the clan, just report to the clan leader and say: "Whose eyes will I take." After both parties agree, they can fight to the death until someone loses their eyes, which of course means losing their eyes. life.

Now bin Laden brought back the eyes of the patriarch, which was enough to shock the entire Aila Afghan tribe.Bin Laden was also a patriarch before, and he was a highly respected patriarch. It is a pity that he has been expelled from the Aila Afghan tribe. Now returning with the eyes of the new patriarch means that a new struggle has begun.

The patriarch is the leader of the entire clan, and his authority is high, but the most prestigious in the clan are the three high priests. They are the most detached existence in the entire clan, and have the power to dismiss another patriarch. The priest temple on the mountainside is The place where the three high priests lived.

"This is the High Priest's Temple? It's much more comfortable than my ice palace!" Liu Qiankun couldn't help sighing as he looked at the majestic palace-like building in front of him.Compared with his cold ice palace, this place is a thousand times more comfortable, at least it has more greenery that represents vitality.

"Chirp! If the master likes us, we can change it with them. If he refuses to change it, Xiao Huang will burn it into coke." The Golden Crow Emperor on his shoulders cheered twice, but what he said made the people around him laugh. Bin Laden was dumbfounded, and even regretted bringing the North Pole God King to the priest's temple.

That terrifying divine bird is by no means uttering wild words, it is fully capable of turning this palace that has stood for hundreds of millions of years into a piece of scorched earth. This is the opponent of the North Pole God King.As Bin Laden thought about it, bitterness appeared on his face.

Bin Laden loves this land and the simple people here. During the days when he was exiled, he dreamed of returning, but today he finally stood in front of the priest's temple, but he really hesitated.

"Let's go, I don't care about being a high priest or a little priest, but it's good to get a yurt for me to stay for a while." Liu Qiankun looked at the yurt-style houses at the foot of the mountain with a smile, and couldn't help feeling a little bit in his heart. Divide your mind.

call!

La Dan let out a long sigh of relief, and led Liu Qiankun towards the gate. At this time, there was something more in his eyes, firmness.Now that he is here, he should get back what he lost. Today is the day when he returns to the clan with dignity.

The hall of the high priest was already full of people, and two of them, Liu Qiankun, were no strangers to him. They were the gods who had been abolished by him that day. When they saw this 'King of the North Pole', their eyes filled with tears The eyes are full of resentment, if the eyes can burn through a person's body, I'm afraid Liu Qiankun has become a leaky sieve.

Three old men in black robes with various feathers on their turbans were sitting in the center of the hall with calm faces, as if they had known that Liu Qiankun and Ladan would come, their empty eyes were full of indifference, everything around them It seems that they have nothing to do with them. One can tell at a glance that these are the three high priests of the Aila Afghan tribe, Oba, Kelin, and Kenny.

At this time, Bin Laden looked solemn, stepped forward two steps and fell down, holding the gray eyeball in his palms and raised it high, chanting some unique language of the clan, his voice was very low, as if he was telling Full of resentment in general.The sitting postures of the three high priests remained unchanged, but the expressions on their faces changed slightly, and they would occasionally say a few words, as if they were scolding bin Laden.

Anyway, Liu Qiankun couldn't understand what they were talking about, so he simply leaned against a palace pillar and teased the Golden Crow Emperor who raised his shoulders. He could see clearly the cultivation levels of the three high priests, all of whom had just stepped into the realm of the god king. In this not-so-vast land, there are three god kings living at the same time, which can be regarded as keeping pace with the great powers of the god world, let alone Otto who was killed by Liu Qiankun. horse.

Not long after, the three high priests began to sigh frequently, and their eyes glanced at Liu Qiankun intentionally or unintentionally. La Dan's voice changed from low to high, and then became a little hoarse. With a forward move, he took a step diagonally under his feet at the same time, and there were two short knives with a cold light in his palms, and they pierced towards the back of Bin Laden's head with lightning speed.

"Hutuo da da ga..." Kelin yelled sharply, but the short knives of the two gods were already close to the edge of bin Laden's turban. Wang couldn't stop it, or they didn't even think about stopping it.

Ah!

A mournful howl came out, followed by the sound of a dull body falling to the ground, the sound of water gushing, screaming, and even the howling of two women. Among them, Liu Qiankun was the only one who was leaning on the pillar of the main hall, casually laughing with the Golden Crow Emperor.

There is one more thing in his hand, the sword that cannot be called a sword at all. At this time, the empty hilt is pointing at the group of gods intentionally or unintentionally. Every move of the Aila Afghans is fully controlled, and the sword without a sharp edge will mercilessly reap their lives if there is a slight change.

The two gods and men who attacked Bin Laden were lying on the cold ground, with a three-finger-wide hole pierced between their eyebrows.

"The God King of the North Pole, what a hot way, do you want to use killing to make us Aila Afghans submit?" High Priest Kenny finally waved his sleeves, and the hall fell silent for a while, and everyone's eyes were on him. Throwing towards the God King of the North Pole not far away...

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