Volume Six, Suddenly, Chapter 123, The Eve of the West Tomb (1)
In the early morning, the morning sun has not yet risen from the East China Sea, and the sky is not even bright. It is as dark as a rainy day, making the mountain peak look a little lonely.
There are three cliffs on the mountain peak, four temples, thousands of priests, and tens of thousands of deacons and cavalry. This is the palace where the Taoist sect has ruled the world for countless years, and it is also the holy place in the hearts of all Haotian believers.
At this time, there were tens of thousands of people in Yaping. Priests in red and silk robes, deacons in black, and cavalry in black and gold armor were everywhere in the darkness, but there was no sound.
Not even the sound of breathing could be heard, and the dark crowd was like a silent ocean. There might be anger in the depths of the sea, but nothing could be seen on the surface, and the bubbles were blown by the morning wind into nothingness of disillusionment.
There are old and devout priests in red, and there are resolute and indifferent cavalry commanders. No matter who they are or what their identity is, or how many years they have lived in this temple, they are all silent. The emotions on their faces are all complicated. People are angry.
Feeling, feeling sad, feeling bewildered, almost despairing, so there is a deathly silence.
Taoism is the most powerful religion since the awakening of mankind, and the temple is the most solemn and sacred place for mankind. The people here have inherited Haotian's will to rule the world for countless thousands of years, and have enjoyed endless respect and glory, all kinds of beautiful things, and have owned
Unimaginable status, will all this be destroyed?
People on the cliff looked down the mountain. In the fields and hills at the foot of the mountain, there was also a silent black ocean in the faint morning light. But that ocean was different from the black ocean in the mountains. There was no feeling of sadness, loneliness and helplessness.
I could feel the power that was building up in it. That terrifying power.
That black sea is the Tang Dynasty's Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry, which is an invincible existence that runs rampant in the world. Tens of thousands of Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry surrounded Taoshan. No one except the real great practitioners can escape.
Someone looked at the end of Yaping Mountain Road. There was a divine chariot there. There was a woman wearing a bloody divine robe and a divine crown in the veil. She was Ye Hongyu, the seat of the God of Judgment. If it were in the past, at this moment of decisive battle, the verdict would be
The throne is definitely the most reliable psychological support for the tens of thousands of priests and deacons in the Xiling Temple. People believe that as long as she is here, no one can be disrespectful to the Xiling Temple. However, the current Judgment Throne has stood on the opposite side of the temple.
Some people looked at the people carrying burdens and shovels to the north of the mountain entrance. Some looked at the old scalper. Some looked at the goose. They knew that it was the legendary academy disciple, but more people just
Staring at someone, that person is obviously not Xiling
The great priest is wearing a divine robe and a divine crown, and his slightly fat body seems to have the most solemn aura in the world. People know that he is Chen Pipi, the most talented person in the new generation of the Taoist sect according to rumors, and the biological son of the master.
However, now he is the leader of the Protestant Church.
In a sense, Ye Hongyu and Chen Pipi are the biggest traitors in the history of Taoism, and Cheng Lixue, who returned to Taoshan with the old people of Tianyuan Temple, they know too much about Taoism and Xiling Temple, if
If it weren't for them, how could the clear light formation in front of Taoshan suddenly fail in the darkness before dawn?
When people look at them, their emotions are naturally complicated.
But most of the eyes on the cliff did not fall on them, but on the petite figure standing at the end of the mountain road in front of the Haotian Temple with his hands behind his back, looking like a fairy in the morning breeze.
She used to be called Lin Wu, but now she is called Yu Lian. She also has a name that runs through the whole story: Twenty-Three Years Cicada. She is the contemporary head of the Demon Sect, but now she stands at the highest point of Peach Mountain. This is the greatest influence on the Xiling Temple.
insult.
The Taoist and demonic forces are at odds with each other. In the past thousand years, as the leader of the Demonic Sect, she was the first person to come to the Xiling Temple.
Looking at the girl-like figure, the emotions of the people in the Xiling Temple were extremely complicated and cold. However, Yu Lian herself had no emotions. She didn't even look at the temple, but looked somewhere in the north.
Isn't this kind of disregard also a kind of humiliation?
It's just that... the Tang Dynasty cavalry swept away the Xiling Divine Kingdom, but the Taoist sect retained a lot of strength and retreated to the top of Taoshan Mountain in advance. At this time, there were thousands of priests and deacons on the cliff. When the sun rises, the light falls between the peaks.
, lit up the clothes on people's bodies, forming a sea of red and black, plus tens of thousands of cavalry, how could they easily break it with only the academy members, Ye Hongyu, Cheng Lixue and others?
What's more, in the Haotian Temple, there is also the peak Zhiming Zhenhai, the middle-aged Taoist who can't see clearly, and the radiant leader Xiong Chumo!
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The rising sun was obscured by the clouds over the sea, with only a little light leaking out. It became even dimmer when it was blown by the cool wind between the peach peaks, and the solemn white temple suddenly became cold.
A huge divine chariot slowly walked out of the temple. The middle-aged Taoist man He Qinghai walked silently in front of the chariot. However, even though the chariot's curtain emitted thousands of rays of light, it still could not brighten the darkness between the peaks.
Yu Lian turned around and looked at the giant chariot expressionlessly.
On the cliff, countless pairs of eyes were looking at the giant chariot. No matter the headmaster inside the chariot, or the young monks and middle-aged Taoists in front of the chariot, they all had enough strength to fight against the academy.
The middle-aged Taoist walked slowly towards Yu Lian, and countless pairs of eyes followed him. The priest and deacon became nervous, but he felt that his blood was gradually getting hot, and he knew that the war was about to begin.
Yu Lian looked at him approaching with his hands behind his hands, still expressionless.
The middle-aged Taoist walked through the sea of tens of thousands of priests and deacons, and stopped ten feet away in front of Yu Lian. He arranged his robes and emotions, and then said something.
"We are willing to surrender."
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There was silence in Taoshan, a dead silence.
The people in the Xiling Temple were shocked and speechless, and those who followed Ye Hongyu and Cheng Lixue were also shocked and speechless, until a moment later, a cry of curse words suddenly sounded on the cliff!
"Xiong Chumo, I **!"
The people on Yaping knew very well that the middle-aged Taoist was definitely not acting on his own initiative. His decision must have been approved by the headmaster, Xianhai, and the big figures in the temple!
The war between the Taoist sect and the academy has lasted from thousands of years ago to today, during which countless people died, and how many tragic battlefield scenes were there? Today's final battle, although the Taoist sect is in decline, after all, there are still countless years of accumulation, and it is obvious that there is still hope for another battle.
The leaders of the Taoist sect... want to surrender?!
The crowd became angry, shouting and cursing incessantly. In addition to their grief and anger, they did not care about their status as middle-aged Taoists or even head priests. Some pious old priests burst into tears, and countless shoes and stones flew from the crowd.
It came out and hit the middle-aged Taoist like raindrops.
The middle-aged Taoist seemed to feel nothing and just looked at Yu Lian quietly. On behalf of the Xiling Temple, he made the most difficult decision. He believed that the academy would make an appropriate response.
Yu Lian did not expect to hear such a sentence.
Without thinking, she said directly: "No surrender allowed."
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