"Besides the emperor above, who else can be? Old man, your head is filled with water again?" Marshal Tang Wu of Western Xinjiang reached out to touch Tang Fengye's head.
"Get away!!" Tang Fengye pulled his hand away.
"Hey, the little old man is still so irritable. I told you to find a mother-in-law, and if you reconcile, you might be able to give birth to a baby, so that you don't end up having an heir."
Tang Wu has a heroic appearance, standing two and a half meters tall, like a falcon, majestic and imposing. From a distance, you can feel the sharpness of his eyes and his undisguised aggression.
However, his face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were as slender as an eagle, and the corners of his mouth were always slanted, giving him a bit of wildness and a bit of evil.
For the blood demon tribe in the west, this face... made them respect and fear him at the same time. It was like an unyielding giant pillar, tenaciously holding down the gate of the demon spirit tribe's western frontier.
"Stop making trouble. What's going on? Are they all back?" Tang Xindian himself was a little surprised.
His personality and posture are more calm, his lips are pursed, and his eyes are slightly narrowed, giving people a sense of security that strictly prohibits composure. This is also related to the fact that he guards southern Xinjiang all year round and is wary of the central restricted area.
It was too important to allow for any mistakes, and it required extremely rigorous people to control it. However... the tragedy of the Demon Spirit Emperor back then had become his eternal pain and the only stain in his life.
Tang Yu looked at Tang Chen and others, then at Tang Yuanque and others: "What a rare grand event, everyone who should come has come."
"An accident happened in Hualing Pond?" Tang Wuxiang has a good temperament, but his appearance is thin, giving people a gloomy feeling. He is extremely protective of his subordinates and his own tribe, as much as his own children.
, but for foreign races such as the Star Clan, he will never leave them alive if he can kill them, and he will never let them go if he can fight them.
It was his existence and his "skilled control" of conspiracy rules that suppressed the Star Clan, the Spirit Clan, and the Bone Clan, and suppressed the human world where conspiracy was thick.
The four marshals each have their own characteristics and are different from each other. The only thing they have in common is their supreme holy power, their illustrious military exploits that have not faded for thousands of years, and their ability to intimidate the surrounding tribes.
All of them are ‘soldiers’ who are famous throughout the Forgotten War World.
"Prince Cang ordered you to come back?" Tang Fengye recalled his doubts three days ago.
Tang Chen also came over. Did his father summon the four marshals? Why did he do this?
"The avatar of Prince Cang came to the military camp and ordered me to leave secretly without taking any followers with me. I must rush back to the First Line of Heavenly Spiritual Pond within two days." Tang Wu said.
Tang Wuxiang, Tang Yu, and Tang Xindian looked at each other, obviously in the same situation.
"You came back at the right time."
Tang Yiyuan was in front of the team, with his back to them, focusing on the Hualing Pond.
"The old dean has come out?" In the minds of Tang Wu and other marshals, the old dean had not been involved in family affairs for many years, and he never showed up easily.
At this moment, the violent riot in the Spiritual Transformation Pond suddenly stopped. The ground that had been rioting before was trembling. It stopped suddenly, and there was no movement anymore, which made people feel inexplicably panicked.
All eyes were focused on Hualingchi again, but...
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement.
It was as quiet as a dead place inside, as if there was nothing.
If it weren't for the dense cracks in the wilderness, people would have thought that nothing happened before.
"Who can tell me what's going on?" Tang Wu spread his hands.
If Prince Cang hadn't personally come to the Western Xinjiang camp with his phantom, he would never have left the crisis-ridden Western Xinjiang under the current situation.
Before leaving, Tang Hong was warned a thousand times that no matter what happens, he must adopt a defensive posture and wait for his return before making a counterattack.
Fortunately, Tang Hong was frequently active in Western Xinjiang, was familiar with various affairs in Western Xinjiang, had high prestige, and his defensive strength was trustworthy, otherwise Tang Wu would not have been able to come back with confidence.
"Go to Huangfenling." Prince Cang finally issued the first command in three days. As if something was rolled up from the Hualing Pond, the vast purple tide crossed the sky and headed towards the Huangfenling area in the northeast corner of the sky.
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Tang Fengye, Tang Zhibai, Tang Yiyuan, Tang Chen brother and sister, Tang Yuanque, Tang Shou, and the five marshals were all shrouded in purple light. A force lifted them up and rushed towards Huangfen Ridge.
Everyone was surprised, but did not resist and accepted the envelope of this power.
The rest of the people all stay here.
Millions of people looked around in wonder, but did not dare to resist too much. Except for sparse discussions, no one dared to raise questions loudly and stir up trouble.
At the northeast corner of the sky, there is a barren graveyard.
Lonely and desolate, the cold wind is blowing.
The dark and cold ground is littered with weathered gravel, and barren graves can be seen everywhere.
A few clumps of wild grass dot the place, but they reflect the loneliness of the stone piles and the sadness of the barren graves.
This is the 'ruins' of life in Yixiantian; no one is allowed to enter here; this is the place where many sinners in the clan are 'disposed' after being executed.
Because all those who dumped their bodies were sinners, this land was branded a sin and was abandoned by its people.
The barren land, the piercing cold wind, the icy piles of stones, and the white bones can be seen everywhere, forming a sharp and extreme contrast with the vitality of the sky.
Occasionally, there will be some small beasts and insects in the forest, snatching the bones and eating the skin and flesh, adding a bit of cruelty and blood to the desolation here.
For the people of Yixiantian, this place is simply a place of shame.
No one wants to be thrown into the wilderness in the name of a guilty minister, no one wants to be unrecognized by the people after his death, no one wants to die in a sad and miserable death, and no one wants to suffer the spit of all people after his death.
Because of this, this place is inaccessible. Whether it is the tribe or the army, they will walk around here without even wanting to take a second look, for fear of being exposed to the evil atmosphere inside.
In this land soaked by sin and desolation, desolate tombs are mostly piles of rubble. After being exposed to the wind and sun for many years, they gradually turned into piles of stones, exposing the corpses inside and being eaten by small animals. But behind the desolate tombs,
In this space, there are four relatively special tombs.
They are also piled up with cold gravel, simple, desolate and lonely. The only difference is that there are a few simple wooden signs standing in front of them. Due to the passage of time, the wooden signs have decayed and the writing on them can no longer be seen.
I can't tell whose tomb is here.
In the rubble-strewn wasteland, their existence is very different, out of place, yet so sad.
But it was in this ridge of barren graves where strangers were kept away, and in front of these four special barren graves, stood a mighty man.
The tone of Huangfenling is gloomy and desolate, but its existence is powerful and vivid.
He is majestic, tall and tall, with a bronze complexion. His coarse linen clothes cannot hide his exaggerated muscles and his steel-like body.
The long black hair has strong roots and is spread loosely behind her, reaching her waist.
Looking from behind, one can't help but feel oppressed by his strong and straight body, sigh by his iron body, and squeezed by his vast aura like mountains and rivers.
He was even more attracted by the three-meter-long iron sword behind him.
The man and the sword were equally rough, equally crude, yet equally terrifying. I couldn't help but look at them a few more times, and I couldn't help but retreat in horror, suffocated by the atmosphere of the mountains and rivers they filled.
Viewed from the front, this person's facial features are clear and deep, giving him a wild and somewhat cold look, but he is also hazy and cannot see his true appearance. Or he may be able to see clearly, but then forget about it.
It's as if... he doesn't really exist in this world.
At this moment, he stood in front of the tomb, looking blankly at the four solitary tombs in front of him, surrounded by a cold aura. His cold and aloof eyes seemed to have no focus, and his dark eyes were full of calm.
Just...coldly...quietly...looking at the four barren graves in front of him.
Until...the purple light wave enveloped the barren tombs, and Prince Cang descended on the four barren tombs.
When the light tide dissipated, everyone appeared one after another.
"This is Huangfenling. I have never been here before." Marshal Tang Wu looked around the wilderness and saw endless desolation and misery, endless loneliness and coldness.
However... their attention quickly fell to the front.
They noticed the four tombs and frowned.
Who is so bold as to put up a tombstone in Huangfenling?!
Any corpse dumped here is guilty of serious sins. Not throwing it into the Spiritual Transformation Pond is already a mercy. Simply piling a tomb is the only remaining respect for the deceased. Can a tombstone be erected? Absolutely prohibited!
They noticed the mysterious man and were surprised.
They were shocked by the majestic appearance of the person in front of them, and marveled at his strength, but they were generally unfamiliar with it.
But...this sword...
"Qi Lufu? Why are you back! No... you are still alive?!" Tang Fengye was surprised and happy. This iron sword, this figure, this aura, isn't it the famous and forgotten Mountain and River Iron Sword Qi Lufu?!
Outsiders may not know his true identity, but Tang Fengye, the dean of the Military Academy, knows that he is a secret murderer directly affiliated with the late emperor and performs special tasks all year round.
"Qi Lufu! He's still alive?!" Tang Wu and the others were startled secretly, and quietly exchanged strange glances. No wonder the aura was so grand, it turned out to be him, and he was still alive in this world?!
The five marshals naturally knew about the 'big man' Qilufu, and knew that he had a special relationship with the late emperor, and had a connection that outsiders could not imagine. However, even as marshals, they had never actually met Qilufu, let alone
He said that he met him with his own eyes in the Demon Spirit Clan.