Between the black mountains and white waters of the Eastern Spirit Realm, half a million troops were dressed in plain clothes and holding black flags, meandering forward and back for more than hundreds of miles.
In the vast Mianshan Mountains, the six armies were wailing. The beating of war drums was no longer the sound of a passionate and indomitable charge, but more like praying to the mountains and praying to heaven and earth.
The sound of ringing gold is long and long, and it is no longer the sound of triumph after the victory and the opening of new territories. The long sound sounds particularly desolate and sad at this moment.
At the front of the army, Lu Han was dressed in white and plain, holding the Xuanyuan clan flag, walking alone. His slightly dark face was now bloodless, his cheeks were sunken and thin, and his eyes were filled with blood, as if he had lost his soul.
Behind him were dozens of riders, all of whom were the most powerful people in the entire Xuanyuan army. The dozens of riders were carrying a stretcher, looking lonely and desolate.
On the stretcher, a bloody sun-moon embroidered dragon flag covered Xuanyuan Tibing's body.
Surrounding the advancing Xuanyuan army, there were many warriors accompanying the army with expressions of sigh.
The battle of Yin Yang Valley is finally over, and it is completely over.
Perhaps after this, Dongling warriors will not be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, and everything is in ruins. Before Xuanyuan Tibing died, he used the realm of Emperor Wu to guide everyone, and Qin Changsheng was like a god.
existence. Perhaps in a few decades, Dongling Realm will usher in a prosperous age of martial arts.
However, the myth of a generation has finally come to an end. It was so generous and so tragic that it died, which is extremely regrettable.
"The sky is so high, the earth is so vast. The mountains are so majestic, and the wind is so solemn!"
Among the mountains and ravines, the mourning sounds of the six armies suddenly resounded. One after another, the deep voices resounded in the sky and the earth, majestic and majestic, but full of desolation, seeming to comfort the souls of those who died in the battle.
"I stand on the 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!"
"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!"
Between heaven and earth, mournful sounds are heard everywhere, as if there are thousands of lonely souls crying together, it is really sad.
"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!"
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"The living fight in all directions, and all the kings return to their hometowns. 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!"
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A "Funeral Song" is so soul-stirring that it makes one sob and feel desolate. How can a few words describe the countless passionate people who sacrificed their lives, and how can they carve out the blood and tears written on thousands of years of history.
Above the sky, Lin Huang felt a lot in his heart. The so-called great struggle, in the real world of martial arts, there is no longer the majestic scene of tens of thousands of armies confronting each other. Naturally, there are no passionate warriors fighting for their homes, relatives, and dynasties behind them.
Throw your head and shed your blood. But Lin Huang comes from the Eastern Spirit Realm and comes from the Divine General's Mansion. Compared to the outside world, this place is more like a secular world.
The heart of boxing is particularly valuable.
Fighting on the battlefield is especially bloody.
The corpse wrapped in horse leather is particularly heroic.
Beside Lin Huang, Qin Changsheng just forgot to glance at the 500,000-strong army and turned his head away. His expression did not change at all, but his eyes were obviously moist, and his brows were slightly condensed, revealing a hint of murderous intent.
Back then, the Zuojia Ming Cult did more than just throw their heads and shed blood for the sake of the human race and the common people in the world. It was thousands of miles of red ground, it was bleeding oars, and there were mountains of bones. But in the end, so what, the word "Demon Cult" is just an understatement.
, the coffin was sealed, and all achievements were wiped out.
"Senior brother, will you take a walk with me?"
Qin Changsheng suddenly spoke.
Lin Huang nodded, and after forgetting to glance at Xuanyuan's army, he followed Qin Changsheng away. Qin Changsheng said he was accompanying him, but it was just Lin Huang accompanying Qin Changsheng.
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In the sky above the Eastern Spiritual Realm, there were two figures, sometimes moving like dragons, sometimes moving slowly like a gentle breeze. They walked through the mountains and rivers, and crossed the dynasty city.
"Junior brother, I wonder what you think of this world?"
In the void, Qin Changsheng in front suddenly asked.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said, "I don't think much of it! I don't care about it, so I won't take it seriously."
"Then why do you want to participate in the battle of Yin Yang Valley?"
Qin Changsheng asked.
"Because Yin Yang Valley was imprisoned and sealed by eight realms, and I took away the relics of the Buddha and God that were imprisoned in one of them!"
Lin Huang replied.
"Buddha relics... this is a good thing. At that time, senior brother wanted to search for it so that he could make a string of Buddhist beads and give it to you, senior sister Xiaoxiao!"
Qin Changsheng suddenly said, "It's just that Li Baiyi found out about this, and he made me laugh for three years. It's said that women in the world love beauty, how could they like these ugly things?"
Within Lin Huang's body, Tian Shura suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes sharp.
Qin Changsheng turned around, and Shura immediately closed his eyes that day.
Afterwards, Qin Changsheng dropped the subject of the relics of Buddhas and gods, and continued: "As for your explanation just now, it makes sense. And you look at the world from the same perspective as I do, which is a great kindness!"
"Senior brother, what you said...is a bit convoluted!"
Lin Huang suddenly spoke.
Um?
Qin Changsheng turned around and forgot to look at Lin Huang, and then said, "Junior brother, you are not smart enough. Your brain is not moving fast enough. How can senior brother have so much time to give you advice!"
Lin Huang's face was covered with black lines.
Then the two landed on a hilltop and sat opposite each other.
"Actually, senior brother is just asking casually!"
Qin Changsheng continued, "Senior brother, I just want to say that if I haven't seen this world before, I should take a good look at it if I can!"
Lin Huang sat upright and bowed to Qin Changsheng, "Senior brother, please preach!"
Qin Changsheng suddenly frowned and held a cup with his hand, "I am already very tired from living, why don't you be so serious! No wine?"
Lin Huang suddenly smiled and took out the best wine from the storage ring.
"Senior brother, you are in a state of soul now, can you drink?"
Lin Huang asked.
"Can I pretend to drink? At most, the wine will spill out of my mouth and onto the ground!"
Qin Changsheng said with a dark face, this little junior brother who is a melon-and-egg man really doesn't want to open any pot.
Lin Huang immediately toasted with a glass of wine.
"Preaching is too heavy a word, and if you want to become a true warrior, you cannot learn from other people's Taoism. Brother, I can only tell you some of my views on the world and martial arts, but if it helps you, I will tell you.
It’s up to you!”
After saying that, Qin Changsheng paused for a moment, and then continued: "If it really doesn't help you at all...then you have to think about where to find a pit to bury yourself!"
Lin Huang laughed. Since Qin Changsheng was willing to preach, he was naturally grateful.
The latter's understanding of martial arts or the world is far inferior to that of Martial Saint Bei Linhuang or him now...