Chapter 1,323 The laurels gathered together at the Talent Club, and the sky gave a speech to welcome the new students.
Guizhe Holy Mountain.
Streams of light flew from everywhere and landed at the foot of the mountain, in all shapes and sizes.
One by one, they gathered away the spiritual energy fluctuations, jumped on the rocks, and climbed the mountain quickly.
Among them, there are mountain guards, laurel cultivators, people in white clothes, people in red clothes, people from the six tribes, and holy guards...
The Guizhe Holy Mountain hanging upside down in the sky is like countless fleas, jumping to the top of the mountain quickly, it is so spectacular.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!"
"I heard it's a big deal today. I haven't seen the Holy Mountain so lively in a long time."
"Speaking of what happened, I was just recalled from the Southern Territory..."
"Senior in red? You have been guarding the space of another dimension all year round. You don't know what's normal. I heard that the people above are going to make a big change."
"Oh? Big blood transfusion, how big is it?"
“It’s almost like reshuffling the deck!”
"ah?"
"No, no, no, senior in red, don't listen to his nonsense. The version I heard is that the master of the Taoist Palace is resigning and the master of the palace is to be replaced!"
"Hiss! Such a big thing? Are you sure?"
"How about we be able to gather so many people to witness today? How many years has it been since the Holy Mountain had such a grand gathering? It's not easy to be able to come this time."
"It seems that the Sixth Department is about to be replaced. Our leader has died... and has been missing for a long time. Many actions cannot be carried out normally. This time, acting leaders will definitely be officially appointed."
"Oh, that's great for you guys. You can be re-appointed. The leader of our Spiritual Department had a fight on Void Island. I heard that he didn't die, but because of his father, he hasn't come back yet. This has become the whole island.
The Holy Mountain is a laughing stock.”
"Hahaha, Yu Lingdi is really ridiculous. I don't know if the future development of the Spiritual Department will be affected. The big devil is not only alive, but also joining the Saint Slaves. I never expected it."
"Hey, have you heard that after the battle of Sky City, there was only one survivor left in the six headquarters, Wang Dachui! Some people say that he got the news in advance and did not participate, so he saved his life."
"No, why did I hear that he was lucky enough to be in charge of matters outside the Yunlun Mountains and was not involved in Guyin Cliff?"
"Shh, the survivors are climbing over there, you are too loud..."
Amid the noisy discussion, the short, hunchbacked old man Wang Dachui climbed the mountain in silence.
He originally liked to joke, had a wild temper, and would often quarrel with Teng Shanhai when nothing happened.
But now this silence has been with Wang Dachui for more than a month.
Maybe others are not sure yet, but as the leader of the Sixth Department, the exact information he received is that all his former companions are gone.
Without exception!
Yi, Teng Shanhai, Ye Xiao died in battle...
Yu Lingdi is missing...
Situ Yong died.
These are only six parts, not counting the half-saints who died in the battle among the senior officials of the Holy Temple.
Comrades outside the front line can still joke around while climbing mountains, but Wang Dachui can no longer laugh.
These battle damage lists are nothing, they are just a few people, and they are nothing to the Holy Mountain.
Wang Dachui knew that this was the heaviest loss suffered by the Holy Temple in recent decades.
Even he could see that this big shakeup at the top level was anything but normal.
That was Dao Qiongcang preparing for the next battle, and it was the first child in the battle of life and death.
The rain is coming and the wind is blowing!
One can imagine how dangerous it will be next.
"winter!"
Carrying a sledgehammer on his back, he jumped to the top of the holy mountain.
Looking around, most of the people in white, red, Liubu and others have gathered, arranged in an orderly manner, chatting and laughing.
Everyone here is a cutting-edge person, each with his or her own arrogance.
When the ten-member discussion group did not come out, they continued to point out the situation and talk loudly. From the top ten seats to the new Seven Sword Immortals, they made comments and comments. How pleasant it was!
Wang Dachui withdrew his gaze and spoke even lower.
He recalled the scene when he first entered Dongtianwang City at night.
At that time, when the transmission channel opened, Ye Xiao, Yi, Teng Shanhai, Situ Yongren, and Rao Yaoyao all came out, each in high spirits.
The Seven Swordsmen lead the six divisions to support the battle in the Eastern Region. Who doesn’t go there with the mentality of having fun and going home?
——All dead!
If he hadn't been on Guyin Cliff at that time, he would have received the mission of Rao Yaoyao and turned around to search for "Yellow Spring".
Maybe today, I will become one of the protagonists in the story they discuss.
"Laugh……"
Wang Dachui didn't care about the ridicule of the people around him as a survivor.
He already knows how powerful his opponents are, but these people are still in the dark and have not yet woken up.
They can still laugh today, and hopefully they can be happy and at peace when they go to the front line tomorrow.
"First seat?"
“The first one I’ve ever seen!”
“The first one I’ve ever seen!
"
Only the team affiliated with the Sports Department saw their leader arriving and saluted solemnly to greet the only boss of the six departments who showed up in advance.
The surrounding discussion became less loud, but not quiet either.
The remaining five members who lost their respective seats were leaderless, and their energy and energy were as scattered as a plate of sand.
But there was still light in each of their eyes.
It's just that the light doesn't point towards the sky, but only towards the identity of the new leader.
Some people joked that "I can go up there," and speculated that good luck would come to them later, and the position of first place would fall on them?
What's more, they even planned the meal after the Holy Mountain event, and reminisced about the long-lost taste of the beauties from the Central Realm.
The warm breeze makes you intoxicated, and the fragrance of cinnamon penetrates your bones.
Jade capital is still prosperous, and elegant officials still have red lips.
Wang Dachui was one of them before. After scanning around this time, he silently withdrew his gaze and looked at the majestic Shenghuan Hall on the jade steps.
"Dao Qiongcang, how can you rely on these people to defeat the Saint Slave?"
…
The sun's shadow is setting in the west, and everyone is gathered together.
In the Shenghuan Hall, with the sound of "squeaking", a cinnamon wheelchair was welcomed out, and five figures stepped out.
"coming!"
"Ten-member council! This is my first time on the Holy Mountain, my first time seeing... Well, why are there only six figures?"
"Master of the Dao Palace! The leader must be the Master of the Dao Palace. As expected, he is an immortal and has amazing talent and appearance!"
"The Great Emperor of Cangsheng is also here, is that the Evil Sin Bow?"
"And the God of Death is not crazy... Hey, I haven't seen this guy for a long time."
"Kyuji-sama is so beautiful!"
"Kunpeng Divine Envoy Yu Lao! And Elemental Divine Envoy Mr. Zhong Yuanzi! I haven't seen this one for a long time..."
"What about the rest?"
Until the six figures settled down on the jade steps one after another, everyone couldn't wait for the four people who came after them, each with their own surprises and doubts.
It's Rao Yaoyao. Some people heard that she was beheaded by the new generation saint slave Shoye in the Yunlun Mountains, but they still didn't believe it.
These rumors can only be listened to carefully after the official obituary announcement from the Holy Mountain.
"Everyone!"
Dressed in black and white, the majestic Dao Qiongcang held Tianji Sinan in his hand. As soon as he opened his mouth, the sweet-scented osmanthus on the Holy Mountain Square withered, and everyone's smiles disappeared.
There was a kind of mourning in the air.
Everyone's heart sank, and they no longer dared to smile playfully. They realized that this grand event was not about the enthusiastic new official taking office, but was going to be based on sadness?
The fragrance of cinnamon filled the east of the Guizhe Holy Mountain and drifted into the dim screen candle area.
Under the skinny broken willow, there is an ancient table that has been gathering dust for many years, a flickering broken lamp, and a pitted ghost sword.
The swaying shadow of the candle reflected a vague figure under the broken willow that was no longer paralyzed and slowly getting up.
He was like an octogenarian, his movements were as slow as a tortoise, but he finally completed the act of getting up, and finally leaned on the broken willow with all his strength.
Hua Changdeng slowly turned his head, expressionless, and looked in the direction of Shenghuan Hall.
During the whole process, he made no sound.
The hunting ghost on the ancient table was slightly shaken, but there was a melancholy chirping of a bird, as if it was celebrating something.
Hua Changdeng didn't care. He glanced sideways and noticed something. He raised the corners of his lips slightly, slowly raised his hand, and touched it gently.
"How many years have it been..."
God worships the willow tree, which eventually sprouts new green.
…
"This is an apology."
"I, Dao Qiongcang, will announce something to you with the most sincere apology and the heaviest sadness:"
"In the battle between the Sky City and the Holy Slave, the result was not that both sides suffered losses as rumored. The truth is that our Holy Temple, all lost!"
"We paid a heavy price for this."
"Among the six leaders, Yi, Ye Xiao, and Teng Shanhai died, Situ Yongren, the acting leader of the Dao Department, was killed in battle, and Yu Lingdi, the leader of the Spirit Department, disappeared, and there has been no news yet."
"Among the ten-member discussion group, there are three emperors, Yan Wise Shengyun, Tianji Divine Envoy No. 2 Shengyun, and the red-robed Taoist Lord Rao Yaoyao Shengyun."
"In addition, in the face of the war, the red-robed, white-robed, holy guards, etc. who were dispatched from various places to Dongtianwang City in the Eastern Region and Yunlun Mountains to perform tasks, suffered over a thousand deaths and over ten thousand injured."
"Due to the counterattack of the dark forces in the First World War, countless comrades guarding the five regions of the Holy Spirit Continent lost their lives!"
"Among them, there are young talents, mature elders, those who are ready to fight, some who are about to retire, some who are alone, some who have started a family, some who have lovers waiting for them, and some whose parents are looking forward to..."
"because I!"
"Because of our negligence, they all died."
Dao Qiongcang closed his eyes heavily, bowed slowly, and bowed to the distant sky:
"sorry……"
The osmanthus folds over the holy mountain, and there is silence.
Everyone was struck by lightning and couldn't believe the contents of this apology - everything!
Although they are elites, they are only middle- and high-level people. They only guard a certain place and live in a corner.
They heard a lot of gossip, but they were all different.
The head of the Denbubu of the Dao Club is gone, and the head of the Anbu of the Resurrection is gone...
Within the six departments, each has his own story, some say that Rao Yaoyao is gone, some say that Yan Wuse is gone...
It was passed around and no one believed it.
I never thought about climbing a mountain today and the Taoist Hall Master’s opening speech was all gone!
At a certain moment, the atmosphere on the Guizhe Holy Mountain was so oppressive that it was about to explode like muffled thunder.
But under the gaze of the saints on the high jade steps, no commotion occurred.
Everyone finally realized it.
During the war, all this information was suppressed in order not to shake the morale of the military.
If this information had been exposed at that time, I'm afraid there wouldn't have been much of a fight and everyone would have been shocked.
But……
how could be?
This exaggerated death rate simply refreshed the history of Guizhe Holy Mountain!
Everyone's emotions fluctuated wildly, and finally the low-pitched discussion ended. All eyes were closed, and the Taoist Palace Master returned to the jade steps, eager for an explanation.
After bowing to Dao Qiongcang for a long time, he straightened up and sighed:
"We underestimated our opponents."
"We thought it was just the same as usual, just a rat crossing the street and anyone could hit it."
"But this time it's different, it's fundamentally different."
Dao Qiongcang took a breath:
"In the Central Region, they are the 'Fen Qin' from sixteen years ago. They are the blood leeches rooted under the holy mountain. They are the kings of the underground world. Fortunately, they were uprooted by white clothes."
"After being removed, the remaining tumors were not dead. They infiltrated into various major sects and forces, hid themselves, and spawned a 'teahouse' again. Fortunately, the teahouse was also removed by Bai Yi a few years ago."
"But these are in the Central Region, where we have the most powerful power. What about the other four distant regions?"
Dao Qiongcang's eyes were a little heavier:
"In the Eastern Territory, they are the Shenyue Immortal City, the most concentrated force of the ancient sword cultivators. We only discovered this cancer after the battle in the Sky City, but we launched a general attack on it before the moon, and it has not been eradicated so far."
"In the Southern Territory, they are sinful ghost beasts. They collude with all forces, reject justice, support darkness, and win over the semi-saints. The tallest among them is the Holy Emperor!"
"In the Northern Territory, they have infiltrated into the Tianmen League that resists the extra-dimensional space. They have mastered the Seven Forbidden Flowers Hometown. Based on this, it is difficult for us to even explore, let alone launch an attack."
"In the Western Region..."
Dao Qiongcang paused, and his expression became darker:
"They have penetrated into the other four regions, and it is impossible for the Western Region to fall behind."
"But so far, we haven't even scratched the surface of what their incarnation is in the Western Regions."
"This is our enemy, the Holy Slave!"
"This is the opponent we should pay attention to, Ba Zunzhen!"
At the top of the holy mountain, everyone's hearts were shaken.
From burning the harp, to Shenyue Fairy City, to the forces of ghosts and beasts, to the Qi Duan Ban, and even to the unknown...
All the power that can penetrate has been penetrated by Ba Zunzhen!
If we continue not to be vigilant and continue to behave like before, will the death of saints be the norm next?
This time the enemy can even destroy Guizhe Holy Mountain?
On the holy mountain, there was finally a panic, and the three words "Eight Masters" turned into a kind of fear, lingering in the depths of everyone's minds.
The Gentle Township in Zhongyu, the Tomb of the Idiots in Yujing.
No one is willing to give up the current prosperous age, and no one is willing to take on a bloody battle that spans the five realms.
But war, unknowingly, blew the horn...
The sky was silent for a long time.
It was only when the panic reached its limit and seemed to ignite everything that he spoke again:
"Is the Holy Slave strong?"
"The Holy Slaves are very strong! Their leader is the Eight Masters, and their peak combat power can force them to reach the Holy Emperor."
"But are we weak?"
"We are not weak! The reason why the Battle of Sky City failed was just because of my negligence in leadership, which resulted in the general direction being wrong and the death of my comrades."
"For this reason, I have an unshirkable responsibility."
"But we still have a ten-member council, and six departments, including those in red, white, the holy guards, the older generation who are ready to draw their swords and have been hiding for many years, the Mesozoic generation, the young people..."
"We have the strongest shield and the sharpest spear. When our comrades on the front line fall, we have more and newer blood to take over their mission..."
"Fight!"
Dao Qiongcang's words directly cleared away the gray haze on the Guizhe Holy Mountain.
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"Fight!
"
In the excitement of the crowd, he shook his hand and stopped all the shouts.
"The enemy can kill us, but the enemy cannot defeat us."
"I will appoint a new generation of ten-member council, the head of the six divisions. This is my last order as the master of the main hall of the Holy Temple."
"I believe that they will surpass me, surpass me who failed in my duties, and contribute the most absolute enthusiasm, passion and even life of new power to justice!"
"after this……"
Dao Qiongcang raised his gaze, and under the slightly horrified gazes of the saints on the side who had a premonition that something was wrong, he looked towards Yuantian:
"For them, I must have an explanation!"
"I will step down as the master of the main hall of the Holy Temple. I will be temporarily replaced by senior Zhong Yuanzi, and another election will be held later."
"And I will never participate in any of this again."
"My dead comrades, I can't save you, but this is my last apology. I'm sorry."
After Dao Qiongcang finished speaking, he bowed deeply again: