Chapter 602 The thunder appeared, Hemu came out (five thousand words!)
The brilliant glow quickly dimmed, not because the sun had set, but because it was blocked.
The boundless monster seemed to have been planning for a long time and was dormant patiently. At this moment, the mountain protection formation was closed, and the hundreds of thousands of monsters screamed and flew up, blocking the sky in an instant.
The sharp shouts attracted people's attention. The confrontation over the past month had already caused the disciples of the Dao Sect to lower their vigilance, especially... Today's sunset was so beautiful, no one would have thought that the mountain-protecting formation would be broken from within.
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"ah!"
There seemed to be a brief silence, and soon, a shrill scream cut through the mountains. It was an outer disciple at the foot of the mountain, near the edge of the formation. He was holding a bucket in his hand, as if he had just returned from fetching water, but
became the first victim.
A nearby monster pounced on him, biting his chest easily, swallowing the internal organs in big mouthfuls. The bucket fell to the ground, and rolled down. The shrill screams became weaker and weaker, and soon disappeared completely.
And as if this sounded the horn of attack, countless monsters with wings swooped down and massacred the nearest outer sect disciples.
Their sharp claws pierced the young chest, swallowing limbs and life in their bloody mouths.
This scene happened so fast that no one could react.
After about ten breaths, on the nine peaks of the inner sect, countless inner sect disciples finally came to their senses. They immediately clenched their swords with pale faces and rushed out, but they looked at the enemies in the sky and were at a loss what to do.
"The formation is broken! The formation is broken!"
Someone exclaimed, so people looked at the mountain peak where the hub of the formation was located in horror.
His face was full of shock and confusion.
They didn't understand why the mountain-protecting formation suddenly collapsed.
Suddenly, on the main peak, a sword light flew out of the main hall. The Great Elder's face was as cold as the ice of the far north, and her body was shaking with anger and disbelief. With red eyes, she looked at the collapsed pavilion and the scattered black clouds.
Angry, a shout full of anger exploded across the peaks:
"Zhou Ming! It's you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure filled with black energy burst out from the collapsed pavilion. The figure was wearing a Taoist robe and had a gloomy face. Behind him, he was actually waving two jet-black wings.
"Senior Brother Zhou..."
"It's Senior Brother Zhou...he closed the formation!"
"Traitor! Traitor!!"
Among the peaks, countless disciples were waking up from a dream, cursing angrily, and the Great Elder decisively swept them away with a sword light!
However, Zhou Ming seemed to have been prepared, waving his wings and flying back, looking at the sky and shouting: "Master, save me!"
Immediately, a jet-black turbid air descended from the sky, rolled up Zhou Ming, and pulled him into the sky. The huge demon king slowly rose from the edge of the mountains.
Its scarlet eyes looked down at Zhou Ming, and it let out a harsh laugh in his flattering smile, as if it was extremely proud of this skill.
After laughing, its cold eyes swept across the mountains, and it actually said human words: "Kill!"
After receiving the order, one hundred thousand demons turned into whirlwind and swept down, fighting with the disciples.
"Fight! Fight!"
The great elder shouted angrily, and the other peak masters and elders in the group of peaks also woke up from their training and hurriedly drew their swords to fight.
However, this attack was too sudden and the disparity in strength was too great. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of disciples died.
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At the foot of the mountain, by the stream.
Yi Xiaohe looked up at the sky with a pale face, looking at the demon king's side, Zhou Ming, who was bowing and smiling, angrily drew his sword and killed several monsters that were surrounding him, and said in a trembling voice: "Zhou Ming! Why!?"
In the sky, Zhou Ming frowned when he heard the sound, with a little affection in his eyes:
"Junior sister, the world is over, why bother to resist? I hope to survive by relying on the great formation, but what's the point? Isn't it going to end in a tragic death? It's better to abandon the dark and turn to the light, turn to demon magic, and assist the master. This is the bright way."
After a pause, his faint scarlet eyes showed a hint of greed, and he said:
"Junior sister, why don't you follow my advice and persuade the leader to surrender? When the time comes, I will ask the Lord to teach you the supreme demonic method. You and I will become a spiritual couple. Wouldn't it be better to seek immortality together than to die miserably in the wilderness? You..."
The more Yi Xiaohe listened, the angrier she became. Tears rolled down her eyes with clear black and white eyes. She suddenly shouted angrily:
"Go away! You traitor will die!"
After saying that, he activated the golden elixir and slashed a sword light towards the sky. It was dispersed by Zhou Ming with a wave of his hand. Then his face turned cold and his ferocity showed. He held the black mist in his hand and was about to attack Yi Xiaohe, but was stopped by another person.
A sword light blocked him.
"Xiaohe, go quickly!"
The great elder shouted and faced Zhou Ming with his sword. The mountain-like demon king seemed to be in no hurry to attack, and his blood-stained eyes were full of mischief.
At this moment, clouds were rolling in the sky, and it was as dark as night. Above the nine peaks, there were sounds of killing, and monsters were attacking in groups. The disciples with low cultivation levels were almost dead in an instant, and only those with advanced cultivation levels were still struggling to hold on.
In mid-air, Zhou Ming was no match for the Great Elder. He relied on his demon skills to barely resist for two rounds and then hurriedly fled backwards. The Great Elder was chasing after him, but he saw that the Demon King who had been watching finally moved, and black mist filled the air.
There was a flash of blood, and the great elder who had cultivated in the transformation stage vomited blood and flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.
"Master!!"
Yi Xiaohe shouted sadly and looked around. She saw smoke billowing and blood filling the air. She couldn't help but feel desperate. However, in the next second, she heard only rumbling and explosions in the peaks, and a breath rose up.
Under the instinct of danger, the demons retreated one after another, and the fighting stopped. The demon king also stared at the past and said word by word: "Yi Jiufeng!"
The next second, I saw a thin old man walking towards me.
Yi Jiufeng's face was as heavy as water. He held a sword in his right hand and threw an object towards a peak master with his left hand. He said in a deep voice: "Disciples of the sect, withdraw into the back mountain!"
After saying that, his broad robe and big sleeves were rolled up in the strong wind, his beard and hair were flying, his eyes were blazing, and he charged towards the Demon King with his sword!
The sky brightened slightly, and above the nine peaks, the remaining disciples looked up to the sky one after another, with excitement on their faces. Then they clasped their fists and said yes, and withdrew their swords towards the back mountain.
Yi Xiaohe also took a deep look at his father, wiped away his tears, found his unconscious master, and fled the battlefield with the other brothers and sisters.
Hundreds of sword lights pierced the dark sky, and in a few breaths he had retreated into the back mountain, fleeing towards a deserted hill in the innermost part. Immediately, the peak master sacrificed a small white jade pagoda that Yi Jiufeng had thrown to him.
, the tower heard the wind and turned into a phantom in its breath, covering the mountain peak.
Many disciples recognized that this was the sect's most precious treasure, a treasure passed down by the founder of the Tribulation Tribulation. Although it was not as good as the mountain-protecting formation, it was also an extremely terrifying defensive weapon.
"Look!"
The disciples landed on the mountain and saw the white tower shrouded in the sky. They felt a little relieved and then looked back to the sky. There were dark clouds rolling in and swords blazing across the sky. They could not see clearly the details of the battle with their eyesight.
More than ten breaths later, with a shocking loud noise, a thin figure fell from the sky.
"It's the leader!"
someone exclaimed.
The peak master immediately opened a gap in the phantom of the white tower. The disciples rushed to help the leader, but they saw that Yi Jiufeng's white robe was stained with blood, his breath was disordered and weak, and his right arm was twisted abnormally. The dignified Mahayana monk unexpectedly
Too weak to stand!
"Head!"
The disciples cried and gathered around him and hurriedly fed him the elixir.
At this time, the demon king seemed to be injured, and roared angrily, and a hundred thousand demons rolled in like a dark cloud, crashing crazily and biting the phantom of the White Tower.
Densely packed, covering every gap.
The phantom of the white tower immediately flickered, as if it was about to collapse, but for a while, it could not be broken.
Seeing this scene, the remaining hundred disciples of Dao Dao Sect all turned pale and despairing, knowing that they were in a desperate situation.
The Demon King is injured and will not attack for the time being, but the White Tower is not as good as the mountain-protecting formation. It probably won't last long before it breaks open. In the meantime, no one among them will be spared.
On the barren mountain, there was a moment of dead silence, and despair permeated the faces of every disciple.
Faintly, some disciples actually cried and sobbed non-stop.
"Why are you crying? A real man will die eventually! Instead of fleeing into the wilderness like those sects whose spines were broken and being killed by the monsters, it is considered a worthy death!"
A tall disciple stood up angrily and scolded.
Another thin disciple sitting on a barren mountain silently swallowed the elixir, pulled off a corner of his robe with a sharp sound, wiped the long sword stained with black blood, and said: "If you have the energy to cry, why not wait a moment?"
Kill a few more and it will be enough for you to die."
The crying gradually subsided, but the feeling of defeat became stronger and stronger. In the battle of Kunhe, almost half of the sect's elite were lost in that battle, and most of the remaining ones were young disciples with low cultivation and lack of experience.
Now that I see myself in a desperate situation, and then I think about the teachers and friends around me who have been with me day and night, most of my friends are buried in their graves. How can I stand up from the sadness that comes from this?
Even those few who seem heroic are not expressions of helplessness in a desperate situation.
Suddenly, a female disciple wailed: "The great elder is gone!"
When everyone looked around, they saw several disciples kneeling beside the great elder, already sobbing!
The remaining disciples couldn't hold it any longer when they heard the sound, and burst into tears. Suddenly, under the dim sky, there were endless bursts of mourning!
Yi Xiaohe, who was guarding the leader, trembled when she heard the sound, almost heartbroken. Her master had died, her father was seriously injured, and her master was about to be destroyed. Her face was gray and filled with the will to die.
I want to commit suicide, but I am extremely unwilling to do so!
"Ahem!"
Suddenly, Yi Jiufeng started coughing, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"The master is awake, the master is awake!"
At this moment, Yi Jiufeng no longer had the sharpness he once had, and his thin face was all gray. He sat on the ground and looked around. He saw only a hundred or ten people left on the barren mountain, each with injuries or injuries.
Weeping, silent, or in a daze, the first sect in the mainland that had stood for thousands of years was reduced to only a few hundred people.
Yi Jiufeng's vision went dark, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes. The thousand-year-old sect was about to be destroyed by his hands. Thinking of his shameless face under Jiuquan and facing his ancestors after death, this most powerful monk in the mainland was as sad as an ordinary old man.
Like, at this moment, Yi Jiufeng seemed to have aged a hundred years in an instant, almost running out of oil. His chapped lips moved, but it was difficult to make a sound.
"Water! Get water!"
Yi Xiaohe shouted quickly.
The disciples dispersed in a hurry and looked around, but the mountain peak had been deserted for a long time. There was a stream at the foot of the mountain, but it was outside the white tower. They looked around, where could they find water?
A young disciple suddenly raised his head and vaguely saw a place with sparse vegetation.
He staggered over and immediately discovered that this seemed to be a dilapidated courtyard. However, he didn't know that it had been abandoned for hundreds of years. Only black rotten wood remained on the fence. The houses also collapsed and became ruins. There were weeds in the small courtyard.
There was so much growth that only one big tree remained standing.
"That seems... to be a water tank?"
The young disciple was stunned for a moment, and vaguely saw a vat under the big tree. He ran over and took a look, only to see that the vat was filled with rotten leaves. Where was there any water?
He lamented and felt resentful in his heart. He clenched his fist and smashed it hard, smashing the water tank directly. The tiles flew everywhere, but he didn't want to stir up dust and dead leaves, revealing a "wood carving" under the tree.
The disciple was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously reached out to brush away the fallen leaves. He immediately backed away in shock, staggered and fell, and exclaimed: "Human! There is a person here!!"
His shout immediately attracted the attention of the other disciples. Two more people came over and took a closer look. They were shocked to find that there seemed to be an old man sitting in meditation under the tree!
It's just that this man is indescribably old. His body is sitting among dead branches and leaves, and his skin is covered with a thick layer of dust. His human form is almost invisible, and his face can only be vaguely discerned. He is not so much a living person as he is a human being.
A mummy would be more appropriate.
"Is this... a dead person?"
"Why did he die here?"
Several disciples were secretly shocked. They looked at each other and immediately realized that this place is located in the back mountain. If they could sit here, they must be members of the sect. According to their seniority, they must be seniors. But for some reason, they died alone.
here.
Thinking of this, several disciples looked sad, stood up straight, bowed and saluted, and said: "Juniors are rash, I don't want to disturb seniors, please forgive me."
After saying that, several people suddenly remembered that in a while, they would die here too, and they felt a sense of fate in their despair.
"That's fine, I'll die later and go to the underworld to apologize to my seniors in person." A disciple laughed at himself.
Another person sighed and said with emotion: "I don't know the name of this senior, but he lives alone in the barren mountain."
After thinking about it, he simply stepped forward and explored it carefully.
According to the rules of Dao Dao Sect, every disciple carries an identity plate with him, which is a mark of entry and exit from the sect and a mark of identification after death. The nameplate records the name and the layout of the sect to determine the time of entry and seniority.
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After touching the ground next to the mummy, he actually pulled out a rusty iron chain. The iron chain was extremely rusty. Fortunately, the jade plaque on it was not afraid of time and was wiped with his robe.
, the handwriting can still be read.
The disciple looked carefully for a few times and suddenly said in shock: "This is actually...the teacher from a thousand years ago?"
"What? A thousand years? Did you see it wrong?" The disciple next to him asked in surprise.
What is the concept of a thousand years?
If this mummy had really lasted for thousands of years, how could the bones be left in such an environment? It would have rotted into dregs long ago. If lifespan is taken into consideration, even if it lasts hundreds of years, it would not be able to be preserved so well.
"That's right, you can do the math yourself. It's easy to figure out the numbers as you go up." The disciple said quickly.
At this time, the movement here finally attracted more people's attention.
"What are you doing?"
shouted one of the deacons.
These disciples hurriedly ran back and told the story. Even in such a desperate atmosphere, this strange incident also attracted everyone's attention.
"A thousand years ago? Can you identify the name on this nameplate?" the deacon asked with a frown.
"I can see clearly that this senior's surname is He, and his given name is Mu."
Hemu?
Everyone was at a loss.
After a thousand years, how could they know this name?
"Cough cough cough!"
Suddenly, they heard the headmaster cough violently again, and everyone looked around, only to see Yi Jiufeng holding his daughter's hand tightly with one hand, his eyes widened, looking here: "You...you said, he
What’s your name?”
The disciple was at a loss and didn't understand why the leader was acting like this. He simply walked over and handed the nameplate to Yi Xiaohe. The latter wiped it, looked at it carefully and said, "Hemu, it's called Hemu. This arrangement of words...
He is indeed a thousand-year-old senior."
Yi Xiaohe said in surprise.
Hemu... Hemu... Hemu...
Yi Jiufeng stared blankly at the nameplate. A scene of memories exploded in his mind. He propped up his body and looked at the ruined courtyard. In front of his eyes, he vaguely seemed to see his young self being tricked by his master five hundred years ago.
Xuan led him, carrying wine and food, and knocked on the door of the low thatched house on that snowy winter night.
It was as if I saw Master asking me to call someone.
It was as if I saw Master and the old man who had been practicing Qi for hundreds of years sitting and drinking together.
It was as if I could see the Master speaking extremely seriously about his worries, his worries, the words that commented on his character flaws, and finally, the words that he held on to the table and begged the other party:
"If the sect is in danger of being destroyed in the future, I hope that my senior brother will remember his old friendship and help me!"
A catastrophe...a catastrophe...
Yi Jiufeng stared blankly over there, with only these words echoing in his mind, like thunder, and as if the master had come back to life and whispered in his ears.
In the silent air, Yi Jiufeng finally uttered two words:
"Uncle..."
What?
Yi Xiaohe was stunned, thinking that he heard wrongly.
The other disciples around him were also stunned.
Uncle?
Is the leader calling that mummy? Uncle? That's actually the leader's uncle? Calculate the years...hiss...a thousand years ago, the seniority seemed to be right.
But...according to the tradition of Dao Dao Sect, after the leader ascends the throne, he becomes the supreme leader of the sect. Even when facing elders, there is no need to judge based on seniority.
But the headmaster calls him uncle. Doesn't this mean that this man is the senior brother of Ji Xuan, the headmaster of the previous generation?
He was still called by his seniority after he succeeded to the throne, which showed that this person must be extremely extraordinary, but the disciples who were familiar with the history of the sect could not recall the name "Hemu".
If he is really extraordinary, why haven't I heard of him?
And, if he was extraordinary, how could he die alone in this barren mountain?
In the confusion, everyone seemed to have forgotten that they were in a desperate situation, and they had forgotten the monster that was constantly eating and scratching outside the shadow of the White Tower.
"Xiaohe, help me up!"
Suddenly, Yi Jiufeng spoke.
Yi Xiaohe was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand, he still helped his father up with all his strength. Immediately, Yi Jiufeng walked towards the small courtyard step by step, supporting his injured body, and the other disciples followed him blankly.
After a while, everyone came to the courtyard.
I saw Yi Jiufeng taking a closer look at the mummy, as if he was trying to prove something. There was no sound in the room. After a moment, Yi Jiufeng shook his head bitterly. In his perception, although the mummy did not rot for hundreds of years for some reason,
But it really didn't have any life at all.
He shook his head and laughed at himself, laughing that he actually had expectations for Master's words. It has been a thousand years. Even though Master is so amazing and talented, he has only lived for five hundred years. This Master has only lived for five hundred years.
How could Bo live for a thousand years?
Even if you are alive, what can you do? Do you want to look up to a monk in the Qi training period?
In the end...it was all in vain.
Yi Jiufeng sighed in his heart and looked at the mummy again. Although he had given up hope, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of fate.
After thinking about it, he picked up the nameplate and placed it on the ground in front of him. He immediately knelt down on the ground, clasped his hands together, and saluted the mummy:
"I hope you'll forgive me for disturbing my uncle's sleep. In the past, my master and you held candlelight talks at night. I can still remember them vividly, but I didn't expect that my master was really right in this world. I am responsible for the defeat in the battle of Kunhe River and will be implicated in the end."
My sect was wiped out at the hands of Jiu Feng, and I had no face to face the ancestors of the sect, so I asked my uncle to tell Master under Jiuquan that later, if I die in battle, Jiu Feng will bear the thorn in person to plead guilty!"
Having said that, Yi Jiufeng only heard a loud roar above his head. Everyone looked up and saw that the White Tower of Treasures had numerous cracks and was in danger. Finally, it could no longer hold on and shattered under the impact of hundreds of thousands of monsters!
The cold wind blows and the barren mountains roar.
Yi Jiufeng stood up, lifted the long sword with his left arm, tried to straighten his spine, and felt determined:
"As the head of the sect, today I have implicated thousands of disciples in the sect and killed them at the hands of demons and barbarians. I cannot shirk my responsibility. I will end this life and only seek retribution in the next life!"
The remaining hundred and ten disciples drew out their swords one after another, raised their swords to the sky, and shouted in unison: "I will die for our sect without regrets!"
As soon as the voice fell, the demon king roared, and hundreds of thousands of demons were about to fly down.
At this moment, there was thunder on the ground, electric snakes rolling thousands of feet high in the sky, bursts of thunder, and strong winds, which silenced the mountains and shocked hundreds of thousands of monsters.
Immediately, the earth shook violently, and the color of the sky and earth changed, as if something was about to break out of the ground!
The Demon King suddenly let out an uneasy roar, and Yi Jiufeng and others looked around in astonishment.
The next second, Yi Xiaohe shouted: "Look!!"
When everyone heard the sound and went away, they saw that behind them, under the ancient tree, countless cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the "mummy", and in the cracks, bright golden light shot out, illuminating the mountains!!!
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ps1: The protagonist showed up as promised, well, he showed up as promised.
ps2: I couldn't think of a good chapter title, so I made up this one.