To anyone, the Devil's Far North is an eerie and bloody place to listen to.
It is a place that is avoided by anyone, whether they are from the distant Middle Kingdom or from the deserts that border it, for fear of getting into trouble.
After all, the extreme north is a place where cruelty, insidiousness, darkness and death are the constant counterparts.
If the order of the eight worlds is still dominated by strength, here this phenomenon is taken to the extreme, where violence reigns supreme, where the fist is the only and absolute truth and the only law.
Human life is a matter of life and death, and everything is so casual and indifferent, as long as you are strong enough.
This is a place synonymous with darkness and death!
With the sound of the trumpet, not only were the people inside the cabin startled, but the eight monsters on the deck, plus Han Qianqian and Qinglong on the small wooden plank, also dropped what they were holding and stood up slightly, looking out along with the sound.
In the distance, the yellow band of sand in the desert realm stopped, and was met by a black and even blood-coloured soil.
At the very edge of the belt of yellow sand, a huge flower boat was parked there, with the Su flag flying slowly, and several middle-aged men dressed in white with a group of elite soldiers were standing on the deck, also looking far away.
"It seems that we have arrived at the right place." Han Qianqian smiled faintly and patted Qinglong's shoulder.
The night of sparring and learning from each other had not only left the two men not the slightest bit tired, but because of the time they had spent together and exchanging ideas, they had met each other and had quite a feeling of not knowing each other without a fight.
Qinglong smiled faintly and nodded his head.
On Han Qianqian's flower boat, Su Yan led a group of people to the deck slowly. When the eight monsters saw Su Yan, Qin Frost, Green Pearl and Su Yingxia Han Nian, they all couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Was this a nest of fairies? One was more stunning than the other, one was more beautiful than the other, even the little girl was a typical embryo of beauty.
Even though these eight guys were extremely knowledgeable, they could not help but lose their composure for a moment.
Su Yan, with a veil on her face, gave a slight nod to Green Pearl, and at once, several maids beside Green Pearl came to the prow of the boat, and then, in their hands, they each took out a strange object about the size of a fist and placed it on their mouths and blew.
"Buzz!"
It was similar to the sound the boat made, but different, but it was clear that Su Yan's side was clearly responding to that side.
Sure enough, when the boat over there heard the sound, several flags fluttered lightly, as if in welcome!
Han Qianqian's flower boat began to slow down and sailed all the way towards that flower boat.
A few minutes later, as the boat came to a complete stop, the two boats finally connected.
Soon, a group of people descended from the opposite boat, descending the ladder and carrying a distinctive paper umbrella, and quickly descended from the boat.
A few old men dressed in white, all in high spirits, followed them after they had finished laying the carpet, looking at Su Yan in Han Qianqian's boat as they walked, smiling kindly and with tender eyes.
The maids also opened the ladders and accompanied Su Yan as she slowly descended from the boat.
Han Qianqian and Qinglong also flew away, and the party finally met completely under the boat.
"Su Ziwu of the Su Clan, together with the four elders and five hundred elite generals, meet Miss." When the old man in the lead saw Su Yan, he bent down slightly in joy and bowed.
Seeming to see her family, Su Yan was also in an extremely good mood, "Third grandfather, you should not show off these manners in front of Yan'er, by the way, let me introduce, these are my friends, Han Qianqian, Su Yingxia, Qin Frost, and the piercing beetle."
Su Ziwu gently raised his head and looked at everyone with a faint smile, but soon, his smile froze on Qinglong's body.
Wasn't this the Twelve Gods of Death of the Desert?
"These are the ones?" Su Ziwu clearly had surprise and caution in his eyes as he looked towards Qinglong and the other eight monsters who were preparing to come down.
At the critical moment, Qinglong smiled, "The Twelve Gods of Death of the Desert!"
But just as the people from the Su family were getting nervous, Qinglong smiled again and said something that made everyone, including Han Qianqian, startled and shaken ......