Chapter 370: May th, sacrifice to ancestors

The majestic mountains and seas stretch for thousands of miles.

The mountain is seven thousand feet high and the terrain is steep. It is the most core battle point in the war between immortals and demons.

At this time, Donglin was in the commander-in-chief's camp.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Han Tuiyi slammed the table in his hand, stood up suddenly and shouted angrily: "Who is spreading such rumors? Catch them and punish them by military law!"

"Big Brother, we have arrested some people and cannot find the source of the rumor."

Ma Dejian shook his head.

Zhu Changsheng stood with his sword in his arms, his brows grim, and stood beside Han Tuizhi without saying a word.

"This move must be the work of the Wuxiang Demon Lord, who is trying to disrupt the morale of the army."

Liu Lingkun, an old Taoist of the Earth Spirit Sect who is proficient in formations, looked worried: "The Formless Demon Lord has revived again. This time, everyone must be careful!"

Hear the words.

Everyone was suddenly worried.

The Battle of Tongyou Pass a year ago.

The Wuxiang Demon King was hit by the Great Priest from a distance and disappeared. The Ksitigarbha Demon King hit his head against the Wuduan Mountain and was burned by the divine fire of the Qilin Heaven. He also disappeared.

The reason why the two sides have been able to maintain a balance over the past year is because the three great demon leaders have remained in hiding.

Nowadays, most of the Dharma Immortals in Donglin are trying to maintain the 'Tiangang Suppressing Evil Formation', which is the pillar of light that reaches the sky, to stabilize the momentum of the Nine Dragons ascending to heaven and prevent the earth veins from rising again.

If the three evil leaders come back...

At this time.

The deputy commander of the Donglin army, Cangzhou Saint King's adopted son 'Cang Shentong', smiled and said:
"I don't think everyone needs to be so pessimistic. The Sword Lord's cultivation is unprecedented. If this rumor is true, why would the Formless Demon Lord spread it? I'm afraid he has already mobilized his entire army to launch a surprise attack on Shanhaiguan."

"The art of using troops is to use both real and fake tactics. Except for the old demon Red Moon, none of the three demon leaders is in good condition."

"even."

A smile appeared on his resolute face.

"Does the old demon Crimson Moon curse to kill the Drunken Immortal Clan mean good things to us? Otherwise, how could we maintain a balance of power with them until now? Think about it carefully..."

"Of course!"

"Commander Cang is absolutely right."

"Hahaha, I almost fell into the trap of that evil demon!"

Everyone felt relieved upon hearing this, and the atmosphere became lively.

"Everyone, the people below can make trouble, but we must not make trouble."

Han Tuizhi finally spoke up and said, "Pass the order to dispel the rumors. Also spread the news that I plan to build a Wanfa Immortal Palace and open hundreds of classics to enhance our strength."

“Anyone who enters the Wanfa Immortal Palace and worships Dong Lin can obtain the second-grade golden body method, a bottle of fifth-level elixir, and a divine weapon, the East Sea Sword Forging Furnace.”

"If you have made meritorious service, the reward will be doubled."

"If there are people with excellent qualifications and achievements, they can be enrolled in Donglin Xianya. I will guarantee you with the title of Donglin Xianya's true disciple and the title of Sword Master's first disciple. All resources before the Dharma Immortal Path will be taken care of by the Wanfa Palace."

"good!"

"Great!"

When everyone heard this, they all praised.

I was impressed by Han Tuizhi's courage.

Only he, the Sword Lord's eldest disciple, could guarantee such a feat, and only those below him could believe it.

Once today's news gets out, the army's morale will surely be restored.

A few moments.

Everyone dispersed.

Only Han Tuizhi, Cang Shentong, and Zhu Changsheng were left in the camp, standing quietly by the side, guarding Han Tuizhi like guards.

Starting from a year ago.

He has been holding on to this position.

Even if there were mountains and earth collapsing and blood flowing like a sea outside, even if he had to watch his fellow disciples die in front of his eyes, he never left Han Tuizhi's side.

"Back off."

When there were only three people left in the tent, Cang Shentong suddenly sighed.

"You don't have to say it, I understand."

Han Tuizhi's face looked gloomy, as if covered by a layer of sea water.

"You don't let me say it, but I have to. It's been a year..." Cang Shentong whispered, "No one knows what happened on Jianya Xuanfeng at that time."

"If the Sword Master were still alive, it would be impossible for him not to take action for a year."

"Shut up!"

Han Tuizhi stood up suddenly, no longer as calm as before.

Cang Shentong stood up and said coldly: "Tuizhi, I am a few years older than you, you have always respected me as a brother, and I also respect you as the commander. But this time... you must listen to me."

"you--"

Han Tuizhi's words were stuck in his throat.

"If the rumor today is that my adoptive father, the Holy King of Cangzhou, is dead, I will go back immediately to verify it!" Cang Shentong shouted.

"I--"

Han Tuizhi could not help but take a step back and could no longer speak.

"In fact, we don't need to worry so much. Even you don't know the situation of the Sword Lord, how can they know?"

Cang Shentong softened his tone and said comfortingly.

"But this time, it is a test from the Netherworld. If we don't respond, the situation will turn from safe to dangerous. You and I have studied military tactics for so long, can't you see through it?"

"No, of course you can see through it, you just don't want to face it."

"But this time, we have to face it."

"But given the current situation, how can I leave?"

Han Tuizhi finally wavered.

"I will lead my army and attack Shanhaiguan with all our might. We will make sure they don't have any other thoughts." Cang Shen said.

"But……"

"No buts."

Cang Shentong had a resolute look on his face, showing his determination to die.

"Of course I know how many people will die in this way, but the existence of the Sword Master is our hope to persevere. If he is gone, we... must also prepare for the worst."

He saw that Han Tuizhi was still hesitating.

He solemnly promised: "If necessary, I will ask my foster father to help."

"Cangzhou Holy King..."

Han Tuizhi's heart was shocked.

The existence of the Holy King of Cangzhou is similar to that of the Wine Immortal Li.

He possesses the energy of billions of lives in Cangzhou. He is the most sacred person in the world and holds the authority of both human gods.

Once you start, the energy will start to move.

There is no guarantee that something strange won’t happen, like what happened to the wine fairy Li.

Therefore, the Holy King of Cangzhou would not take action unless it was absolutely necessary. "Okay, I'll go!"

A look of determination gradually appeared on Han Tuizhi's face.

In fact, he understands the truth.

But it is really, really difficult to face things that you don’t want to face.

To the east is Xianya.

At this time, Song Lin was on his way back to the mountain.

When he saw the information on the reincarnation destiny plate, he looked up in surprise.

Looking into the distance at the top of Jianya Xuanfeng - Zuowang Peak.

There.

This is the place where the Sword Master transforms his sword.

And now the Wheel of Reincarnation actually conveys the message that the Sword Master is dead. Are they really going to face the worst?

Song Lin knew.

The reincarnation destiny chart is never aimless.

From the results in later generations, we can also infer that this catastrophe was really tragic. It was so tragic that history was almost cut off, and Donglinxian Cliff was almost destroyed.

This is why there has been an unending race to the top for the next seven thousand years, and why people in later generations have enjoyed such a prosperous era.

The price they pay this time is destined to be painful!

Leading to this result.

The only possibility is that something really happened to the invincible sword master Donglin.

Even if he didn't die, the situation wouldn't be good.

"After all, it's an enemy coming from the sky..."

Song Lin muttered to himself.

What could the enemy in the sky be? A real immortal? Or some naturally divine, extraterritorial demon?

"Husband!"

A graceful figure ran down the mountain.

Song Yuyan, who was over thirty years old, had already looked like a woman, even though she was still a virgin. Her hair was piled high, her figure was slender, her eyebrows were like water, and she gradually developed an extraordinary charm.

As for cultivation.

She has also entered the Divine Palace and received the "Red Dust Linglong Heart Sutra", and began to condense her own sword heart.

With her qualifications, it shouldn't be a problem for her to enter the Golden Body realm in the future.

"wait for me here?"

Song Lin said in surprise.

"Ah."

Song Yuyan hesitated for a moment, and finally said boldly: "I have always been here."

Song Lin is not on the mountain.

Jianya Xuanfeng was empty and she felt really lonely all alone.

Apart from practicing daily, all she did was wait silently for him to come back in front of the mountain gate.

She is afraid.

I’m afraid that one day he will become like the fifth senior sister and the sixth senior brother and never come back.

"Let's go."

Song Lin sighed in his heart.

He took the woman's hand and slowly walked up the mountain.

In this world, the sky is falling and the earth is breaking, and fate is beyond our control. He is destined to have no interest in love, and destined to disappoint the beauty's feelings.

A hint of joy flashed across Song Yuyan's eyes.

This was the first time the two held hands, and it was also the first time Song Lin took the initiative!
The heart of a woman who is over thirty and just beginning to fall in love is almost overflowing with joy.

After a while.

The two returned to the Golden Scale Palace.

A table full of delicious food has been set.

"What day is today? Why cook so many dishes?" Song Lin put aside his thoughts and asked curiously.

"Dragon Boat Festival!"

Song Yuyan said: "It is said that in ancient times, the husband of the Three Water Goddess threw himself into the river to quell the flood on this day. To commemorate him, later generations set up sacrifices on May 5th every year to commemorate their ancestors."

"My home is in ..."

"Isn't your home in Dongyang Prefecture?" Song Lin asked casually.

Song Yuyan was shocked, but she tried to remain calm and said, "There is a relative from my mother's family who came from Sanjiang. I thought Sanjiang had fallen and was full of demons, so I cooked some dishes and thought... thought about paying tribute to those who died."

"I, I also think that it would be great if there were a hero like this one day to help us quell the demonic catastrophe."

Hear the words.

Song Lin's eyes dimmed.

He thought of his sixth senior brother Chunyu Yi and Feng Xuejun who died in the sky above Wuduan Mountain.

Song Yuyan looked at the silent Song Lin and couldn't help feeling worried.

I was so happy today that I almost said the wrong thing.

If he knew that she was not the real Song Yuyan...she simply could not imagine the consequences of deceiving the Sword Lord's disciple.

half an hour.

Song Lin raised his head and smiled.

"Okay, today is the day for the sacrifice. Let's go get some wine. We will move this table of food to the graves of Fifth Senior Sister and Sixth Senior Brother and celebrate the festival with them today!"

"Ok!"

Song Yuyan nodded heavily.

together.

As long as I am with him, these lonely days in the mountains won’t be so lonely anymore.

The night is getting darker.

The two sat in front of the tombstones of Chunyu Yi and Feng Xuejun and drank from dusk till late at night.

Song Yuyan was drunk, and Song Lin was also drunk.

One of them was happy, the other was worried. They had different thoughts, but the only thing they wanted was to drink.

Everyone wants to get drunk.

As a result, they both got drunk.

Song Lin staggered and carried the unconscious Song Yuyan back to the room. His mind suddenly became clearer.

Put the woman in his arms on the bed.

He walked out of the room alone again and headed towards Zuwang Peak, the highest point of Jianya Xuanfeng.

Under the dark night.

The Zuwang Peak, towering like a sword, is like a tombstone, standing quietly between heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)