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Chapter 2167 Hall of Heroes

Chapter 2167 Hall of Heroes

Hall of Heroes

In the evening of that day, the dark curtain of night gradually spread from the horizon, covering the sky under the celebration of the prosperous age. For this welcome, the Clan Affairs Council made full preparations, and also insinuated the festive atmosphere to the ordinary people, and issued a large number of messages.

Food and wine are served to celebrate the return of the prince.

Needless to say, everything inside and outside the palace was decorated with lanterns and colors, and everything that could be mobilized was mobilized. Not only did the prince come back, but also the top leaders of the war alliance came, and the marshal and legion commander of the demon spirit clan also returned.

The lineup should match the highest standards, so the atmosphere of universal celebration is interspersed with a large number of busy and nervous figures.

Tang Yan did not attend the welcome banquet immediately and left quietly accompanied by Tang Yiyuan and Ma Yanwang.

They walked into the darkness, to the secret restricted area of ​​the imperial city, and to the silent and solemn ancestral temple - the Hall of Heroes.

It is located in a corner of the imperial city, lined with trees and lush, like an ancient manor.

Under the cover of night, the place is dim, quiet, solemn and solemn.

The ancient city walls and thick tree shades are the monotonous melody of the manor. Stone soldiers and generals can be seen everywhere inside, standing proudly everywhere, looking in all directions. They have been guarding here for tens of thousands of years, carrying the erosion of the years, and guarding silently.

This solemn garden protects the buried souls of heroes.

Outside the garden, it is heavily guarded and guarded.

In the garden, there are no guards, no war beasts, and no other living beings except flowers, plants, trees, stone soldiers and stone caves, making it look particularly quiet, even more depressing and solemn.

Tang Yiyuan, leaning on a cane, walked silently in front, along the quiet and winding tree-lined path, towards the Hall of Heroes at the deepest part of the manor, where the hero monuments of generals who died in battle were displayed, and the hero pillars where the souls of the dead were sealed.

Those who can be sealed in the Hall of Heroes have all created miracles and had endless glory during their lifetime. After their death, they are still admired by all people and remembered by the entire clan. They will be remembered and worshiped again every hundred years in the sacrificial ceremony.

Being able to enter there is the highest honor for the demon spirit clan after their death.

Tang Yiyuan walked slowly towards the Hall of Heroes with awe and piety, pausing every five steps, stopping every ten steps, solemnly every five steps, and bowing his head every ten steps.

Tang Yan and Ma Yanwang followed silently, imitating Tang Yiyuan and expressing the same awe.

These martyrs dedicated their lives to the Demon Spirit Clan, shrouded their corpses in horse leather, and gave their precious lives for the great cause of the Demon Spirit Clan's survival. They are worthy of the memory of future generations and the devotion of others.

This is an ordinary road, but it leads to the journey of the heart, as if it brings people to scenes of heroic epics in silent silence, and brings people to the majestic and turbulent elegy battlefield.

For a long time, a dim palace appeared in his sight.

It is not as majestic as imagined, nor as grand as expected, but an ordinary low building, like an enlarged black stone coffin, squatting darkly on an ancient stone platform.

In front of the main entrance of the palace, there are two giant fire pots that are always burning, lighting up the night and dispersing the darkness. They are also like twinkling eyes, coldly watching the visitors and silently overlooking the monsters.

The eternal imperial city of the Spirit Clan!

In front of the palace gate, a vicissitudes of life old man was sitting silently, leaning on a brazier and dozing off.

He was too old, with gray hair, a wrinkled face, and skinny bones. Even when he was sitting, he was trembling, as if a gentle breeze could blow him over.

When Tang Yiyuan walked out of the shade of the trees and walked towards the stone platform, the old man seemed to have realized something. He tried his best to open his old eyelids and struggled to stand up.

"Old Dean, please slow down." Tang Yiyuan hurriedly greeted him and carefully helped the old man up.

"I just heard him calling...Old Dean?" Tang Yan asked curiously.

Ma Yanwang said: "He was the previous president of the clan affairs council."

"ah??"

"According to the clan rules, after leaving office, the president of the clan affairs council or the military affairs council must come to the ancestral temple to keep vigil until death. At that time, the presidents of the two academies will assign one person to take over according to the situation. But the recent years have been special.

, the previous president of the Military Affairs Council died in battle, the Military Affairs Council cannot do without Tang Fengye for the time being, and the Clan Affairs Council cannot do without Tang Yiyuan due to various circumstances, so... the previous president of the Clan Affairs Council should have been able to grow old peacefully.

He had to borrow the fire of his ancestral temple to survive, living a difficult and reluctant life.

If we really count, he has been stationed here for many years, at least five thousand years, which is considered a relatively long period."

"Oh." Tang Yan suddenly understood the meaning. The ancestral temple is very important, not only guarding the souls of the past and present, but also guarding the many secrets of the Demon Spirit Clan. It must be guarded by the most trusted people. The two houses

The dean is naturally qualified, so he must and can only be protected by them.

"Is this our prince?" The old dean stood up tremblingly and looked at Tang Yan in the audience with a smile. His eyes were weathered but not cloudy, and the gleaming light was as bright as the stars in the night, deep and deep.

It's so unpredictable that people dare not look directly at it.

"I've met the old dean!" Tang Yan bowed heavily in the audience and made a big salute.

"Old Dean, long time no see." King Ma Yama also saluted.

"You're all back. Okay, okay. I can see you come back in my lifetime. God has treated me well." The old dean smiled gently, but his frail look looked too weak. "Come on, let me

Take a look, take a good look."

Tang Yan and Ma Yanwang walked along the stone platform, and the old man's joy and warmth also infected them.

The old man's bright eyes stared into Tang Yan's eyes, as if he couldn't see enough and wanted to imprint him firmly in his mind. His dry hands held Tang Yan's hand tightly, with great strength, like

Grip like a pair of pliers.

Tang Yan was not used to this kind of close proximity, but he felt the old man's enthusiasm and couldn't refuse, so he could only let him. After a while, a tingling warmth appeared in his wrists and spread along his arms to his whole body.

, you can feel freshly that this power is constantly spreading, spreading to all the meridians and branches of the body, and to all the bones and muscles.

The power is warm and peaceful, yet sour and numb, and unknowingly arouses bursts of hot feeling throughout the body, as if every cell and joint is beginning to revive and become excited.

"It's Long Kui's breath. It's very pure. It's Long Kui. The late emperor succeeded and our ancestor Long Kui was resurrected." The smile on the old dean's face deepened again. He was very pleased and touched. He could touch this breath with his own hands. It's Long Kui.

Luck in your lifetime.

"We are here to bury Amber. I brought Amber's body back, hoping to bring people back to the ancestral temple." Tang Yan always remembered the agreement he made back then, to bring Amber back to the Demon Spirit Clan and bury him in the ancestral temple.

Here, give him the glory he deserves.

"Don't be in a hurry. Come and sit first." The old dean pulled Tang Yan into the ancestral temple. He seemed really touched and kept holding Tang Yan's hand and refused to let go.

The interior of the ancestral temple is dark and solemn, with hero pillars standing everywhere. The area inside is much larger than imagined. There are thousands of hero pillars distributed in the dim ancestral temple.

Each Hero Pillar is like a coffin, which contains the soul of the martyr, or the body, or some relic left by the person whose soul was destroyed. The surface of the pillar is engraved with the natal monster beast during his lifetime, which is as lifelike as if he can hear it.

The roar of the hidden beast is engraved with life stories, numerous and detailed, like an autobiography.

In addition, there is the most important Hero Pillar, which not only seals the remains of the martyrs, but also seals the souls and blood of their natal monsters during their lifetime, existing in the form of complete beast shadows. This is the most precious relic left by the martyrs.

Although he died, he separated himself before death and released the demon spirit in the hope that future generations would accept the inheritance and continue his legend.

Such hero pillars are preserved most carefully, but there are not too many of them. After all, the heroes of the Demon Spirit Tribe rarely die normally. Most of them die in battle, with no intact corpses, and in severe cases, their souls are completely destroyed.

"There are a total of 1,688 hero pillars in the ancestral temple, and most of the heroes from ancient times to the present are buried. Entering the Heroes Hall is not based on strength, but life deeds. There are saints, semi-saints, and some

Sir." The old dean took Tang Yan's hand and introduced him as he walked.

Tang Yiyuan and Ma Yan Wang followed behind. Tang Yiyuan came here often, but Ma Yan Wang came in for the first time. In the past hundred years of sacrificial ceremonies, they were all outside the ancestral temple and could not see clearly what was going on inside.

He walked past the heroic pillars, remembering the past martyrs, and looked around at the internal layout of the Heroes Hall. The dark walls were neat and deep, and were engraved with all kinds of monsters, lifelike and as fine as a hair, as if they were ready at any time.

It can be thrown out, and it is more three-dimensional than the one on the stone wall outside the ancestral temple. The broad roof is arched, like the top of the sky. It is full of fog, and the influence inside is looming. According to rumors, the beginning of the Demon Spirit Clan is engraved on it.

It has continued from ancient times to the present, recording a large number of earth-shattering deeds, and also witnessed the rise and fall of the Demon Spirit Clan many times.

"Young Master, do you know how many emperors our Demon Spirit Clan has experienced in total? How many times have we experienced prosperity and decline?" The old dean led Tang Yan to the deepest place. Through the many hero pillars, the ancestors could be vaguely seen.

There is the largest stone pillar deep in the temple, which reaches directly to the top of the ancestral temple.


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