At this time, a group of people suddenly appeared on the wall in the distance. Judging by their clothing, they were obviously people from the Jueming Palace. When these people saw Tang Wanxuan, their eyes suddenly brightened and they speeded up. The two parties quickly came into contact.
The visitor from the Jueming Palace told Tang Wanxuan something. Tang Wanxuan's expression immediately changed. He had no intention of staying any longer and quickly left with the people. The reaction was almost exactly the same as that of Bai Meng, Fang Bing and others.
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Xiao Yunsheng had no time to pay attention to Tang Waxuan. His body was bathed in this light wave, and there was only a tremor in his heart. This was an unprecedented intimate feeling, and all the blood in his body was cheering. He stared closely.
The ancient pagoda is waiting for its final appearance.
Mu Ning opened her mouth slightly and looked around in panic, her expression extremely panicked.
"rumble……"
The ancient pagoda was still trembling, but it was finally coming to an end. The light wave was still there, but the noise was gradually receding. Under the gaze of trembling eyes, a group of people wearing gebu linen slowly walked out of the deep and dark pagoda gate.
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These people all had long hats attached to their kabu linen clothes. Their faces were shrunk in the long hats, and half of their faces were shrouded in darkness, which looked extremely strange.
There were about a hundred people in this group, including young, old, women and children. They walked out slowly from the ancient pagoda with their hunched bodies. From time to time, the sound of coughing up blood could be heard. They stood in confusion without saying anything, and there was a desolate ancient feeling.
The breath spreads. This feeling is so strange, like something that has been buried underground for thousands of years is slowly emerging.
"Ah..." Mu Ning trembled, and the fear in her heart suddenly became more and more serious. At this moment, she actually had the urge to kneel down.
The last person to come out of the tower was an old man who was paralyzed on a stretcher. The old man was carried out by two people. Everyone made way for the old man. Finally, the old man came to Xiao Yunsheng.
"You... you..."
Xiao Yunsheng stared blankly at the person in front of him, feeling as if his heart was shaking. Unknowingly, his throat was choked with sobs. Cangling's words were still in his ears. At this moment, he had clearly felt everything. A fact seemed to be coming out.
All the people in Geyi were looking at Xiao Yunsheng. The face hidden in the darkness of the long hat could clearly see the trembling eyes. A pair of trembling eyes looked at Xiao Yunsheng like this, and there was a deep excitement in the space.
It was spreading rapidly, and the ancient atmosphere was filled with madness.
Gradually, I heard the first choked sobs.
"How many years...how many years...Wang, you are finally here...are you finally here..."
The speaker was the old man lying on the stretcher. As soon as he said these words, he was choked with tears. He stubbornly lifted his long hat and showed his face in front of Xiao Yunsheng.
Hundreds of other people around him followed the old man's actions, lifting their long hats and showing their faces to Xiao Yunsheng.
When Xiao Yunsheng saw these faces, his eyes became moist without realizing it. The feeling of blood connection was so clear that he choked on one sentence in his throat and was just short of shouting out the last time.
What kind of faces are there in front of me, with endless vicissitudes, with deep withering, through the vast years, through repeated winds and frosts, each face is like a rock that has been weathered for many years, those
The old lines tell the heavy expectations of this suffering race.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered, and he noticed a familiar face. A boy stood out from the crowd, walked slowly in front of Xiao Yunsheng, and called out in a trembling voice: "King..."
This boy turned out to be An Wendong, who had been missing for a long time.
"Wendong!" Xiao Yunsheng pressed An Wendong's shoulder excitedly. Suddenly he remembered all the things he had been doing with An Wendong. At that time, he had just entered the Eastern Territory, but he didn't expect that time would change unexpectedly.
It had passed so quickly. He was filled with emotion in his heart, and recalling all the weird things about An Wendong, all his questions could be explained clearly. An Wendong was his tribe hidden deep in the Jiuxiao Forest!
A withered palm slowly touched Xiao Yunsheng's face. The old man on the stretcher suddenly stood down stubbornly and said in a trembling voice: "King, king... you have grown so big now... it is God who will not stop me."
Gu Ming, so what if I die ten thousand times...so what!"
Xiao Yunsheng finally heard the word "Gu Ming" and his body trembled again. He confirmed that he was not dreaming. He did still have people alive in this land, and he was no longer alone after that.
The old man suddenly touched Xiao Yunsheng's palm again. He stroked the mountain and river ring slowly and said, "King, this mountain and river ring has really brought you protection. It's not in vain that I burned my life to rush to the southern barbarian tribe and bring you peace."
This mountain and river ring is left in your hand."
When Xiao Yunsheng heard these words, the shock in his heart reached the extreme. The mystery of the ring that he had always puzzled appeared in front of him unexpectedly. He said in shock: "It turned out that you left the Shanhe Ring.
Come on! Where did you get this mountain and river ring?"
Another middle-aged man next to him sighed and said: "King, when the banner master learned of your whereabouts, he risked his life and left the Tianyuan Tower, and finally left the Ring of Mountains and Rivers with you. This is what the banner master wanted.
He was able to do it to the best of his ability. The flag master was physically injured as a result, and even now, he is still unable to get up from his bed for a long time."
"Flag Master..." Xiao Yunsheng looked at the old man.
The old man coughed heavily, and said desolately: "King, I am Mu Luo, the banner leader of Luo Feng Banner. They are all your clansmen..." He paused, and there was a look in his eyes.
Unparalleled sadness, "Guming Clan...Luo Fengqi...what a glorious and sacred name it once was, but the old minister is unworthy of me. Now that Luo Fengqi has been passed down to the old minister, there are only one hundred and six people left..."
"One hundred and six people from Luo Feng Banner are here to see the king!"
Under the leadership of the banner leader Mu Luo, everyone in Luo Feng Banner knelt down towards Xiao Yunsheng. Their salute was complete worship, with their heads and chests pressed against the ground.
Endless loyalty, endless respect.
I don’t know who was the first to cry, and then the entire scene was filled with dull wails. These cries had been accumulated for two hundred years, and they could not be cut off. They seemed to be telling the endless hope of the entire race.
Muning next to him stared blankly at everything in front of him, stunned.
Xiao Yunsheng finally slowly helped Mu Luo up, and said hoarsely: "Master Mu Banner, please get up."
Du Luo stood up tremblingly, but she was already in tears. He made an ancient hand seal with trembling palms, and a mysterious power immediately rippled out. Under the fluctuation of this mysterious power, Xiao Yunsheng suddenly felt
His blood boiled, and a faint thing naturally escaped from his body and rose to the sky above his head.
Xiao Yunsheng immediately noticed the changes in other people. A bloody mark shone on everyone's head. These marks were the size of palms and followed like shadows, just like people's faces. The lines and auras on them were completely different from each other.
The mark floating above his head seemed to be the largest of all.
"What is this?" This was the first time Xiao Yunsheng saw such a mark. This mark naturally existed in their bodies, but he had never known it before.
Mu Luo said: "This is the unique soul mark of our ancient Ming tribe. The moment we were born, our blood gave us special power. No matter where we are, no matter at any time, our tribe can rely on our soul seal to
The seal senses that my clan members, King, your soul seal is bigger than ours, only the great King Tianlang can compare with you in this world."
"Soul Seal..." Xiao Yunsheng's eyes were shaken. Suddenly, he remembered the scene when the messenger's tribe saw him outside Jiuxiao Palace. The old man recognized him at a glance. Now that he thought about it, he should be the soul seal.
It worked.
(PS: The third update has arrived, and there are two more to come. The village chief worked hard and uploaded it as soon as it was completed. Thanks to Shenxingtianxia, Jiyou4494, and Siyidian for their support.) (To be continued)