The moon stars are not sparse and dazzling, making the clear moon of the New Year look dreamy and cold.
Yang Jian stood on a busy street, and the vast sea of people passed by him. The same world seemed to be in different worlds.
"What's the difference between being a puppet in my hands and being an idle prince of the Tang Dynasty? They're both just caged birds."
"Today's world is not what it used to be. The tides of heaven and earth are coming, the sky is weak, and the gods have not returned. This is the time when all living beings in the sea turn into dragons! The thoughts of this seat are extraordinary wealth and honor in the world, and the intention is to create all kinds of laws! Dominate the ups and downs of the world, and persevere.
Ziluozi is the one who makes the plans, not the one who is confused in the game. This is me.
The future! For you who are confused about your future and don’t know the future direction, I am your best support! Aren’t you willing to try again? Or, are you willing to live like this?" Liang Xiao leisurely said
The words flowed through Yang Xian's memory and struck his heart.
Before you know it, the cold moon sets in the west, the sun rises in the east, and a bright color on the horizon dispels the coldness of the night. The New Year is here!
Yang Jian let out a breath, looked into the distance, seemed to have made up his mind, and slowly took steps forward.
The mausoleums of the Great Sui Dynasty still exist and have not been ruined by the demise of the country. After all, the Yang family, the former capital of the gods, still exists and is still the top family in the world. Members take turns guarding the gates. Nowadays, several mausoleums are surrounded by mountains and rivers.
The Dragon Pan occupies a first-class Feng Shui treasure land. Walking there, you can clearly feel the solemn, majestic and silent atmosphere, as if enveloped by the majesty of the emperor.
Yang Jian stepped into it alone, without informing him, quietly passed through the guard, and walked slowly upward along the wind-covered stone steps.
Every time he walked through a deep mausoleum, he would stop and stare for a moment, then solemnly bow three times and nine times, burn incense and candles to commemorate his ancestors!
When he reached the highest point, he whispered in a very solemn voice: "The unfilial son Yang Jian came here today to plead guilty! The ancestors of the Yang family, please protect Yang Jian!"
Yang Jian knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times, then stood up slowly, with a bit more tenacity and determination in his eyes, and said to the wind: "Magic Master, what should I do?"
In the southern Xinjiang, deep in the mountains, the miasma is diffuse and the evil fog is thick, lingering among the dark mountains and forests.
In the valley where the tribes gathered, the only clear spring was flowing. The boy with red eyes was sobbing and looking at the bloody place in front of him with pain on his face.
This is a horrific corpse with human skin stripped off, eyes gouged out, and facial features chopped off. It is extremely bloody and cruel.
This is his sister, the sister who longed for the Central Plains and was looking forward to walking out of the mountains. Unfortunately, she was spotted by the disciples of the Blood God Cult, and was brutally killed after being humiliated!!
The young man knelt down in front of the corpse, clasped his hands tightly, and let out a beast-like roar from his throat, roaring and hammering the ground, almost crazy!!
"I want revenge! I want to avenge my sister!" the young man yelled, his words hoarse and firm, his eyes full of hatred.
"Revenge? What are you taking for revenge? A master of the Blood God Cult can kill you with just one finger." The old man, whose tears had dried up and fell to the side weakly, said sadly: "This is our life!! Living in this world
For us in southern Xinjiang, this is our fate!!"
At this time, there were violent footsteps outside the door, and the door exploded. The wooden door flew upside down and hit the old man, who suddenly screamed again and again!!
The displeased disciples of the Blood God Cult stepped into the courtyard in a very casual manner, glanced disdainfully at the old man lying in a pool of blood, and said commandingly: "Today at noon, we will gather in the center. The high priest is going to start the trial!!"
After that, he was ready to leave.
The young man lifted up the injured and dying old man, and yelled crazily: "Stop!!!"
He stood up in the old man's frightened eyes and said sternly: "You hurt my grandpa! Now, kneel down and apologize!!!"
The disciple of the Blood God Cult smiled ferociously and looked fiercely: "Boy, I think you don't want to live anymore, right?"
"Yes! I really don't want to live! Living in such a shitty village, having to endure your bullying, and having to obey the orders of the so-called high priest, I don't want to live anymore! Who wants to live in such a day?
Whoever lives will live! Even if it means death, I will take you with me now!" The young man seemed to be a crazy beast, with red eyes staring at the disciples of the Blood God Sect in front of him.
"That's right. In the face of suffering and torture, what is needed is resistance, not compromise." Slightly gentle words sounded quietly.
The young man raised his head blankly, and saw a figure in a black coat standing in front of him. It was as deep as an eternal cold pool, and its aura was extremely deep and mysterious.
The man had a handsome face, but he had mottled white hair. Standing there, he seemed to be the master of heaven and earth.
"Do you want revenge?" The clear words came to the young man's ears. He gritted his teeth and nodded hard!!
"Very good." After the gentle words fell, the Blood God Cult disciple's limbs were suddenly broken, his Dantian was shattered, and he fell in a pool of blood in pain.
"You can torture him, you can vent your anger, or even kill him, and you don't have to worry about revenge! After all, after today, there will be no more Blood God Cult in the world!!"
The young man's eyes instantly lit up, and he said with great excitement: "You, can you destroy the Blood God Religion?"
"Now, even if the Purgatory Rakshasa is still there, I have nothing to fear. What's more, the Blood God Sect without the Purgatory Rakshasa?" The man said with a faint smile.
Great, great!!
The young man roared like a madman, and stabbed the dagger in his hand into the body of the Blood God Cult disciple, causing blood and flesh to fly in an instant!
He felt extremely happy. The beasts who had committed numerous blood debts in southern Xinjiang finally had someone to deal with them.
"Little girl, you are wrong." The old man who was being treated for his wounds said in great pain, "That is the Blood God Sect, the Blood God Sect with Master Gu God standing behind it! You, you shouldn't be like this! Now,
We are all screwed!!"
"Old man, the young master is not afraid of the Gu gods. Moreover, a god who allows killing and does not care about the people is not worthy of your nostalgia!" Mu Shi comforted softly.
After Jiangnan, she followed Chen Xiu into southern Xinjiang.
The blood and brutality here shocked her deeply!
Mu Shi said softly: "I just heard that what kind of trial does it mean?"
The young man's face darkened a bit, and he said slowly: "The girl from the Cangmu tribe fled to the Central Plains alone, learned martial arts, and returned to the family yesterday. She hopes to resolve the curse of the previous generation of the high priest of Southern Xinjiang! Because she escaped privately
The tribe violated the rules, so she will be judged at noon today. She will be judged together with a friend of hers."
Chen Xiu frowned slightly, "Is that girl named Mo He?"
Ten years ago, when he first met Mo He, he wanted him to help solve the curse in southern Xinjiang!
"Master, do you know?" The young man was slightly startled.
Chen Xiu said calmly: "Of course I know, there is still some fate. It seems that we have to go to this trial!"