Dull light shot in from the gaps in the halo-colored clouds, the sky was dim, a gloomy wind swept from the north to the south, and the crows stood on the dead branches, glaring at the presumptuous strangers with their chaotic eyes, their sharp points
The beak opened and closed, and a strange quacking sound sounded short and loud.
here--
It is a desolate ancient battlefield.
There are bones everywhere. Even at noon, the crackling sky cannot penetrate the clouds and drive away the coldness. The rumbling wind howls and sweeps through the bones and the barren hills. The ghosts in the wind laugh wildly. Some of them laugh wildly.
As tall as a mountain, the abscessed flesh was dripping with blood, and some of it was just a black mist, making it difficult to see the shape.
At the end of the former Song Dynasty, on the Western Plains, Xie Heng, the ancestor of the Xie family, had more than 30,000 people and more than 80,000 people, which completely destroyed the power of the former Song Dynasty.
And in that field battle, all the 40,000 former Song Dynasty soldiers were killed in the Western Plains, and not a single one was left!
now.
On the desolate ancient battlefield where ghosts were raging and mountains of bones formed, four people stood back to back, carefully moving their steps to form a formation.
"That powerful ghost king..."
The journey continued intermittently, with stops and starts. Half an hour later, after the dark wind dissipated briefly and the ghosts and gods disappeared, the four of them carefully dispersed the formation and hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground to adjust their breathing. The pale-faced Zhang Yuanqing shrank his neck and trembled repeatedly.
.
This noble man from the sect who was born in a good Qingguan family was no longer calm at this moment. His face was as white as paper, the bun on his head had become messy early, and his sleeves were covered in cold sweat.
"That powerful ghost king." Zhang Yuanqing swallowed his saliva and forced a smile: "I'm afraid he has the cultivation level of King Kong Realm. Fortunately, he didn't hit him!"
There are hordes of corpses and ghosts everywhere. The 40,000 soldiers who surrendered in the former Song Dynasty were the last destiny of the country. They were all elites like Phoenix Riders and Torch Dragon Guards. After their death, their resentment was so overwhelming that they turned a fertile land into an eternal ruin.
The land of darkness has become a forbidden area for strangers.
If it were not necessary, Zhang Yuanqing would never want to enter this restricted area even if he died. When he was a child, he heard his uncle mention that deep in the Western Plains, there were even several giant corpses that could rival those of the fifth realm!
The corpse is channeled, and the soul comes out of nature!
This land of yin and darkness has become a small cycle of heaven and earth. Even if a Buddhist sage came here, he would be helpless and unable to save it!
"Yuan Qing, you don't actually have to come."
Among the three people sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breaths not far from Zhang Yuanqing, Tian Zhe was the first to open his eyes. He looked at Tian Yu and Shen Ling, and a softness flashed in his eyes.
"You have a great future, why did you come with us to the West Plains?" Tian Zhe coughed several times and smiled helplessly at Zhang Yuanqing:
"If you have someone who is both good and bad, how should I deal with it?"
"Senior Sister Shen Ling can come to Xipingping for you, so why can't I for Yu'er!"
Zhang Yuanqing tentatively held Tian Yu's hand, and saw that she struggled slightly for a few times but made no movement. He instantly beamed with joy and couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.
Seeing this scene, the veins on Tian Zhe's forehead jumped violently, and his face was filled with ferociousness.
"We don't have much of the Little Qingyuan Sword left to protect us."
Seeing Tian Zhe's unhappy face, Shen Ling pursed her lips and smiled, gently pulling him aside:
"What should we do? The Danbei Zuo family's pursuers are not far away. Do we want to continue moving forward?"
"I……"
Tian Zhe opened his mouth and was silent for a moment, but was speechless in the end.
Tian Yu's illness became worse day by day, and he had no idea what to do. In desperation, Tian Zhe sneaked in through the festival and stole the Danbei Zuo Family's Yang Return Pill, but was hunted down for it.
, fled into the Western Plains to avoid disaster.
"Sorry, I caused trouble for you."
Tian Zhe hugged Shen Ling gently and laughed bitterly at himself: "I'm really useless. Not only can't I protect my sister, but now, I can't even protect you..."
"I don't regret it. I don't regret liking you, and I don't regret betraying the clan." Shen Ling hesitated and interrupted firmly: "Tian Zhe, will you marry me?"
"I will."
Tian Zhe's fingers trembled slightly and he repeated seriously: "I can!"
Shen Ling's cheeks turned red. She lowered her head shyly and did not speak again. Not far away, Tian Yu squatted obediently next to Zhang Yuanqing and listened carefully to his nonsense.
"Where are we going?" Shen Ling, who was nestled in Tian Zhe's arms, said softly: "We have offended the Danbei Zuo family, and we have no place to stand in Nantu."
"go……"
Tianzhe raised his hand in confusion. He paused for a long time, his words choked in his throat.
"Go..." He stiffly repeated the syllables just now, and the sudden pain almost made Tian Zhe speechless.
King Po Zhi, Qian Yuan, snake, non-thinking, non-non-thinking, Heaven, Emperor Shi...
All kinds of words collided violently, like a furnace of boiling water steaming in his mind, causing his thoughts to burn. Shen Ling saw Tian Zhe's face instantly distorted, the corners of his eyes cracked slightly, and there were blood stains.
"Go there!"
Avoiding Shen Ling's support, Tian Zhe staggered back a few steps and collapsed on the ground. He reluctantly raised a finger, faced everyone's astonished eyes, pointed in the direction of Guangxia Palace, and suddenly spoke harshly:
"Go there!"
"Guangxia Palace? But there are no acquaintances in Guangxia Palace." Zhang Yuanqing on the side suddenly understood: "Brother Tian wants to find Baizhu?"
three years ago.
The Chang'an City Rebellion in Western Chu severely injured the newly promoted governor, who had to go to Guangxia Palace to heal his wounds, giving up his position in Nanzheng.
This matter is no longer a secret, everyone in the world knows it.
"Even if Master Wuhui treated Ling'er, it was only for the sake of the Grand Governor's casual mention." Zhang Yuanqing hesitated: "We don't have much friendship with the Grand Governor, so I'm afraid it would be too rude. "
"No……"
After a long silence, when the next round of evil wind blew up again, unexpectedly, Tian Zhe subconsciously spoke: "He will help me."
"...What?" Zhang Yuanqing and Shen Ling were stunned at each other, not understanding what they meant.
At the same time, Tian Zhe and Tian Yu glanced at each other. They were a little frightened and at the same time extremely confused.
King Po Zhi, Qian Yuan, Snake, neither wants nor wants to live in heaven...
His head began to hurt again, and Tian Zhe groaned. Under Shen Ling's panicked gaze, his body swayed and he almost fell to the ground.
"damn it!"
The world was spinning, and there were overlapping shadows everywhere in front of him. Tian Zhe opened his mouth in despair, and he held his head firmly: "What the hell is going on?!"
…
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…
During the drowsiness, my consciousness became blurred and hazy, as if I was completely separated from the existence of my body. There was nothing and I didn't know anything. Just like that, I don't know how long it took, but I vaguely heard the existence of sounds in my ears. .
"..."
Bai Zhu tried his best to hold his ears, but the sound was too weak. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear it clearly.
"..."
"it…"
"it……"
"It's coming!"
Bai Zhu opened his eyes suddenly, and he saw the light. In the light, a rough male voice was roaring:
"It's coming! The floods have flooded thirteen plains. High elves and dwarves have begun to migrate. It's hard for crops to grow anymore! Cold, famine, plague...for the sake of the gods!"
"Glorious Aiel, tell me!!!"
The roar of the rough male voice in the light became louder and louder:
"Are you going to pick up the sword and inherit the courage of your ancestors, or are you going to kneel on the ground and surrender to it like a coward?!!!"
