But Lin Huang could also feel in those words that even the latter, as the patriarch of the Mingxi family, highly respected Pei Taiyi.
Come to think of it, Pei Taiyi was once an eye-catching presence.
Maybe not as good as Emperor Jintian and Qin Zheng, but it should still be able to support a short era.
It's a pity that he died!
He was deceived by Chen Guanhai and surrounded and killed by strong men from more than a dozen races. Otherwise, Pei Taiyi would probably be among the top leaders of the human race today.
"By the way... Pei Sanjian is the son of Pei Taiyi!"
"Pei Sanjian?"
Lin Huang was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses. He remembered that when he was in Nirvana and became a god, a Pei Qingxuan appeared! He seemed... to have died in battle?
But Lin Huang remembered that among the Twenty-Three Gods, the name Pei Qingxuan did not exist.
There is no Pei Sanjian either.
"He needs to stand up once and for all before he can hope to pursue his father's talent!"
Ming Xilan briefly explained, but there was no explanation for what Pei Qingxuan was doing now.
Lin Huang nodded and ignored this.
"It's late at night, go back and rest!"
Ming Xilan stood up and patted Lin Huang's shoulder.
"Dream God!"
Lin Huang suddenly remembered something and blurted out.
Um?
Ming Xilan turned her head and looked at Lin Huang, "Who told you?"
"Luo Yunge!"
Lin Huang said.
"It seems... your danger has not been eliminated. But I didn't expect that there is still a dream tribe in this alliance of ten thousand tribes!"
Ming Xilan squeezed her palms, then turned her head, "It seems that you don't need to sleep during this period. Young people, don't waste your time on meaningless time!"
Lin Huang curled his lips and said nothing.
It seems that this dream god is also more difficult for Ming Xilan.
Tianke human race.
"There is nothing to be afraid of from the Dream tribe. You can deal with it if you want to have nightmares in your heart, but... having nightmares in your heart is not a good thing!"
Ming Xilan smiled. Although it was a difficult matter to deal with, judging from his attitude, he didn't seem to want to take care of it.
Lin Huang spread his hands, it seemed he still had to be careful.
As far as the gods are concerned, it doesn’t matter if they don’t sleep or eat!
"gone!"
Ming Xilan left a word lightly and then disappeared.
Lin Huang raised his head and looked at the moonlight above his head. A smile suddenly appeared on his face. The original world of the human race... was still somewhat interesting.
Although he did not exert much power in this conspiracy, he will play more roles as time goes by.
Compared with having a target that is too far away, having no target is more terrifying.
…
…
Night ends and dawn dawns.
The sun breaks.
The entire Mingxi City suddenly heard the sound of heavy drums and horns...
The sound of the drum was loud.
The sound of the trumpet is sad.
Then there was the sound of piano.
The huqin is low.
The sound of the suona shook the sky!
One after another, sad voices and wisps of sad emotions rendered the entire Mingxi City extremely desolate.
Lin Huang opened the window.
Only snow-white paper money was seen floating, and the whole ancient and majestic city seemed to be shrouded in heavy snow.
Underneath the sad music, there is silence and death.
The streets and alleys were full of people.
They were silent and serious. There was not much sadness, but the faces with lowered eyelids made the streets and alleys and the whole city feel particularly depressed.
Everyone is dressed in white!
All the buildings are covered with white flags.
A snow-white city.
A city of funerals!
The only touch of red is the carpet extending from the entrance of Mingxi City to the Dao Shenwang Palace... It is the color of blood and the color of life!
Lin Huang, dressed in white clothes and plain clothes, silently went downstairs.
The next moment, Mingxi City was shaken.
Outside the ancient city, there was the sound of iron cavalry trampling, the rumble shook the sky, it was majestic and sad.
"I stand on a high mountain and look out at my hometown. All I see is that the mountains and rivers are all sad, and the sky and the earth are pale!"
There was a loud sound accompanied by heavy music.
"Hiding my bones in the loess, my soul has returned to all directions. I can only see that thousands of years have been lost, and the world is boundless!"
There are mournful sounds everywhere in the heaven and earth, like hundreds of millions of creatures crying and lamenting, endless sadness.
"The body is dead and will be buried on the battlefield. The soul has returned, and the Jian Jia is green!"
"Now that the body is dead, it will be buried in the mountains and rivers. The soul will return to see the family and the country!"
"Now that the body has disappeared, it will be buried in heaven and earth. The soul will return to protect the common people!"
Along with the sad sounds in the world, an army in white clothes entered Mingxi City.
The front.
Qin Zheng carries the coffin!
He was dressed plainly in white and had a sad look on his face. He was no longer the aloof and immortal god of the human race in Yongzhen.
Behind him, there are twenty-three coffins.
They are all supported by the gods!
Each coffin is covered with a large flag with red characters on a black background. It is the flag of the Great Qin Army under Qin Zheng.
A mournful sound that resounds throughout the heaven and earth.
Paper money is snowing all over the sky.
On the street, gods carry coffins.
Qin Zheng spoke in a low voice, weeping and complaining:
"The living fight in all directions, and all the kings return home!"
Da Qinjun’s voice was low, but full of infinite determination:
"Flesh and blood guard the mountains and rivers, and the heroic souls protect the relatives. Spring and Autumn rotate, life and death fight together, Yin and Yang join hands to bless all directions!"
"May the mountains and rivers not be stained by the smoke of war!"
"May my hometown be green and green!"
"May the family be in peace and peace as usual!"
"May the world be peaceful forever!"
…
It seemed to be the war song of the Great Qin Army, which Lin Huang seemed to have vaguely heard, and it also seemed to be a eulogy in memory of the dead gods.
At this moment, everyone in Mingxi City was filled with sorrow and sadness.
As sad as it is, there is also a passion for progress.
A man is born between heaven and earth, and when he dies, he will die!
But Zhao Zhao’s spirit will never be extinguished and will last forever.
born.
For the people of the human race.
die.
Be the soul of humanity.
Life and death are just a fight on the vast land of yellow sand.
In Mingxi City, the mighty sound accompanied the gods all the way until they stopped in front of the God King's Palace.
At the front, Qin Zheng stopped.
He turned back, looked at the people of Mingxi City who were following behind the Qin army, and simply said:
"The human race is in dire straits. I hope that all of you will care about the people of the human race and your homeland! If you are alive, you should be energetic, if you die, your majesty will last forever!"
"Qin Zheng is here to thank the twenty-three gods for pouring their blood for our human race and fighting against all races to the death!"
With that said, Qin Zheng turned around and faced the God King's Palace towering into the sky!
Buzz.
Buzzing.
The music between heaven and earth suddenly turned aside and turned into the sound of ancient chimes. In ancient times, it was the national music.
It’s music of the highest standard!
The next moment, Ming Xilan, clad in silk, appeared in front of Qin Zheng. He faced the God King's Palace, his hands formed seals, and his whole body was shrouded in mysterious halos.
"The Palace of the God King is opened, and the souls of all the kings have returned! Blessed by God's grace forever, sleep in their hometown forever!"