Da Qin: I, the corpse raiser, awaken the demon god Bai Qi

Without any hesitation, Lu Bu directly knelt down on one knee at Ying Wuyou, cupped his hands and fists, and looked respectful.

To him, everything in front of him was extremely unfamiliar, and he even didn't understand it at all.

However, as long as the person in front of him is Ying Wuyou, then Lu Bu knows exactly what he should do!

Seeing this, Ying Wuyou nodded. He was still very satisfied with Lu Bu's performance.

Although raising the corpse of Lu Bu did cost him a lot, it seems to be pretty good now.

Ying Wuyou refined Lu Bu's body several times using secret techniques, and then used the Silver Soul Song to cross the river of time and capture Lu Bu's soul from his previous life, allowing him to still have the memories of his previous life.

Therefore, from the depth of his soul, Lu Bu has an innate and absolutely unchangeable loyalty to Ying Wuyou.

"Okay, Lu Bu, get up!"

"Put on this mask, from now on, you will only have one name to the outside world, and that is the Demon God!"

While Ying Wuyou was speaking, he took out a mask.

This mask was engraved with simple patterns and was extremely mysterious and full of ancient atmosphere.

"As you command, Master!"

Without any hesitation, Lu Bu took the Demon God Mask with both hands and put it on directly.

Not to mention it was a mask. Even if Ying Wuyou asked Lu Bu to commit suicide at this time, Lu Bu would not have hesitated!

Then, Ying Wuyou turned his head and looked Not far to the side

"Wen Ning!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure appeared in the darkness. He was extremely tall, but he had a somewhat elegant aura.

However, there were very strange black lines on the back of this person's neck, which was somewhat incompatible with his elegant aura.

"Wen Ning meets the young master!"

When Weng Ning appeared just now, Lu Bu felt extremely oppressive.

It even made his hair stand on end, as if he were facing a powerful enemy.

Lu Bu instantly concluded that this man named Wen Ning was extremely dangerous!

After noticing Lu Bu's vigilance, Ying Wuyou waved his hands slightly, with a smile on his face

"It doesn’t matter, we are all our own people!"

Hearing what Ying Wuyou said, Lu Bu finally felt relieved.

"Wen Ning took Lu Bu with him to familiarize himself with the environment here.

Wen Ning also smiled and nodded:"Follow Young Master's orders!""

After that, he took Lu Bu and walked outside. But not long after walking, he seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly stopped and turned around.

"By the way, sir, many people have suddenly appeared in the Qinling Mountains these days, and they are exploring various news about the imperial tomb!"

"Judging from the clothes and behavior of those people, many of them should be members of the snare organization!"

"oh? Yeah!"

Ying Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking deeply.

"My father must know the exact location of the Lishan Imperial Tomb, so there is no need to send anyone to inquire."

"In this case, Zhao Gao should be the one who gave the order to these people in the net to explore the imperial tomb!"

Thinking of Zhao Gao, Ying Wuyou's eyes became obviously colder.

"I order this young master to kill anyone who enters the imperial mausoleum of Lishan Mountain even half a step away!"

Wen Ning felt Ying Wuyou's strong murderous intention, and his expression became solemn.

"I will obey your orders!"

Soon Wen Ning took Lu Bu and left the main tomb.

Ying Wuyou took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his eyes moving.

"At this time, Bai Qi should have led Tiefu Tu to encounter the Xiongnu thieves, right?"

"Haha, I don’t know how the battle is going, but I’m actually looking forward to it."

The night pearl in the main tomb emits a silver-white light. Ying Wuyou's face looks even paler, but he is not worried at all, and is just playing tricks.

For the children of China, killing foreign enemies is a happy thing.

……

Far away on the northern border of the Qin Empire.

The Huns' 150,000-strong army had just completely sacked a city, bleeding into rivers and leaving no one alive.

At this time, the Huns were extremely happy, and they were in small groups, dancing in circles around the campfire, howling and shouting.

There were also many Huns standing by, counting the harvest.

They were wearing sheepskin blouses and had sabers and bows and arrows on their waists. Even though they were short in stature, they were all strong and strong.

Coupled with his murderous nature, every hand was stained with blood.

It's a devil's carnival at this time!

Next to the bonfire, a middle-aged man who was obviously taller than others around him attracted much attention.

This man was surrounded by many other Huns.

This is Maodun Chanyu!

A month ago, he just killed his biological father!

And he killed almost all his relatives who might have stopped him.

So now, he is the leader of the Huns!

"Lord Chanyu. The things we grabbed from the Central Plains Pig this time will definitely allow us to comfortably survive this winter!"

A general with a bloodstained sword on his waist grinned and spoke with great satisfaction.

However, Maodun Shanyu just sneered.

"What a waste, is this all you have?"

"Everything that is happening now is just the beginning!"

"Before, that old guy Touman was afraid of Qin and didn't dare to take action at all. He was afraid, but I am not afraid!"

"In the eyes of this king, the small Qin State, with its mere victory in government, is like an old tiger on the grassland, with only a lifetime of majesty, but in reality it is vulnerable!"

At this point, the conflict stopped for a moment, and the scene when they attacked the city during the day came to mind, and then he couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

"Moreover, after the battle, I did not realize how powerful these Central Plains soldiers were!"

"You all remember, as long as you follow me wholeheartedly, Qin will be our pasture, pasture, and we can come whenever we want!"

"I can even take you with me to destroy the entire Qin State and treat all the Central Plains pigs as slaves and be kept in captivity by us!"

"The word Xiongnu will be lifted to an unprecedented height by this king!"

……

It has to be said that Maodun Shanyu’s words are indeed very inflammatory.

The evening wind blew the bonfire, and Maodun Shanyu's heroic words reached the ears of every Huns.

Everyone was cheering and howling.

Following Modun Chanyu, these Huns not only don't have to worry about how to survive the winter, but they can also kill people for fun. Of course they are willing to do so!

Modun Shanyu, on the other hand, opened his arms fiercely and raised his head slightly, feeling the worship of the Huns.

The bonfire kept beating, making Modun Shanyu's figure longer and bigger. The Huns fell into a irrational carnival.

But not long after, Modun Shanyu suddenly pulled away from the intoxicated state, his eyes widened, his brows furrowed, affectionate and full of vigilance.

Seeing Modun Shanyu make a silent gesture, all the Huns fell silent instantly even if they didn't know why.

In an instant, there was only a bonfire beating in the vast open space.

After a short while, the Huns finally heard clearly.

To the northwest, there was the sound of armor clashing with each other, like gold and iron clashing.