Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 49: The Judgment Against the Millennium
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 49: The verdict that has been out of thousands of years
Snow Ye Han talked about the Demon Sect and heard the sound of the wind.
Speaking of Demon Sect and Dao Demon Sect, they are just evil and bloody past events, killing and raping people and traiting evil spirits. For example, an elder of the Demon Sect surnamed Feng was particularly interested in human skin, while another Demon Sect surnamed Yun was
The things that the elder of the Sect did even made the elder Feng vomit in disgust.
Ning Que listened to the girl's story silently, without vomiting, because he had seen more terrifying scenes of hell in his life.
Recalling the attitude of Mr. Lu towards the remnant of the Demon Sect in Beishan Daokou, he had a deeper understanding of the attitude of the famous and upright practitioners towards the Demon Sect, but his attitude still did not change much.
Of course, he would not try to convince Mo Shanshan or other people who obey Haotian's teachings, because sometimes there is no reason to say about beliefs, and he can only try to resolve her vigilance from other aspects
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"The talents of the Demon Sect have withered over the years and have even disappeared, so why should we be so vigilant?"
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said, "Disappearing does not mean it does not exist. Even the Demon Sect hidden in the dark is even more terrifying. Especially now that the deserted tribe is moving south, the temple must of course be wary of the resurrection of the Demon Sect's remnants."
Ning Que looked back at the lonely tent in the snow, thinking about the mother and son of the deserted people in the tent, shook his head and said, "Although the Demon Sect was born from the deserted tribe, you can't keep all the deserted people.
As a person from the Demon Sect, and more than a thousand years have passed, maybe the Huang people have long forgotten what happened back then."
"In the Wild Tribe, the Demon Sect is called Ming Sect."
Mo Shanshan said seriously: "When Tang defeated the Huangren tribe, the Huangren was forced to move north to the Han Domain. Many powerful people in Mingzong stayed in the south and scattered into the grassland and the Central Plains. They never had any in the dark and light.
Stop attacking the temple, this is the origin of the Demon Sect.”
When Ning Que heard the word Mingzong, he naturally remembered the great priest of light who went to the wasteland to preach, but ended up creating the Demon Sect, and the scroll of the Heavenly Book Ming Dynasty that was wandering on the wasteland.
Mo Shanshan continued to say expressionlessly: "The strong man from the Demon Sect will go to the extreme northern cold domain after a period of time to select disciples from the Wilderness Tribe. The relationship between Wilderness and the Demon Sect is very close. How about it
Even if they can't be torn apart, now that the deserted people are moving south together, how can the temple not be vigilant?"
Ning Que asked for advice in confusion: "Why do the Demon Sect do this? If we want to develop our power in the world, shouldn't we accept disciples? Why do we have to work hard to recruit people as disciples?"
"Of course, the Demon Sect will develop sects in the south, but their practice method forces the heaven and earth to the body. Such evil and rebellious nature will naturally not tolerate the heaven. Ordinary humans practice it easily, and the heaven and earth's vital energy explodes and dies, and the wild people have the innate physical constitution.
Special, as powerful as gold and stone, it is suitable for practicing the Demon Sect's martial arts, so the Demon Sect will definitely choose to select disciples from the Demon Sect's tribe, and the real strongman of the Demon Sect must also come from the Demon Sect's tribe."
Ning Que was silent for a moment, thinking that perhaps it was not that Huangren's special physique was suitable for practicing the Demon Sect method, but the great priest who created the Demon Sect back then. It was because of Huangren's special physique that he created such a practice method.
He looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "You should know the great master of light who founded the Demon Sect."
Mo Shanshan nodded.
Ning Que said: "If you don't care about the disrespect of the Demon Sect's practice method to Haotian, don't you think this matter is very meaningful? The Demon Sect is completely a branch of the Haotian Dao Sect."
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, looked at his eyes and said, "Although the Demon Sect calls itself Guangming, he respects the King of the Underworld. How can such an evil demonic path that is disrespectful to Haotian be compared with the Haotian Taoist Sect?"
Thinking of the legends I heard when I was a child, Ning Que was slightly stunned and asked, "Isn't the King of the Underworld a legend?"
Mo Shanshan looked back at the distant fields and said softly: "Everyone heard this legend when he was a child, but no one knew where the underworld was, whether there was a king of the underworld, and no one believed in it, even the attitude of the Demon Sect
It is also very strange. They believe in the King of the Underworld, but on the other hand, people in the Demon Sect are extremely afraid of the King of the Underworld, because in their doctrine, the King of the Underworld means the arrival of darkness, and they... do not like darkness."
Ning Que listened to her story and thought about the Demon Sect members who worshipped and worshiped the King in the dark cave, but wished they would never meet the King of the King. He couldn't help laughing and said, "It's really a group of contradictory and weird."
People.”
The sky full of stars occupies the night sky, and the stars fall on the white snow covered by the fields, making the night shine as bright as dawn. The air behind the snow is extremely pure, so the sight is unimpeded, and the tents in the middle of the snow field can be seen from afar
, It is the settlement of deserted tribes, quiet and beautiful like the snow town in a fairy tale.
Ning Que looked at that place quietly, it was difficult to connect the tribe of the deserted people with those dark legends, the long past, and the bloody history.
At this moment, a large dark cloud floated from the south, occupying all the sky above my head. The sky was covered with starlight, and no more trace of it was leaking, and the whole world became dark.
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On the dark snowy field, near the mountain mausoleum, there are several lonely tents.
In these tents, there were deserted people who were performing winter tribute like the mother and son.
There were several protruding rocks outside one of the tents. Suddenly the rocks started to move. It turned out to be three people in black. The black clothes were extremely thick and hard, and the one behind them was
The puffed hats covered their heads and faces, so when they appeared silently on the snow, they were exactly like rocks.
These three men in black, like rocks, were deacons from the Temple Judgment Department, or law enforcement officers, and were soul-catching messengers in the hearts of all the remnants of the Demon Sect and the traitors in the world.
While the Central Plains were still planning an attack next spring, the Temple Judgment Department had already sent a large number of terrifying deacons to sneak into the depths of the wasteland.
The temple's attitude towards the deserted people is very simple, just like Ning Que's attitude towards the enemy - the dead deserted people are the good deserted people, and all deserted people deserve to die, but these deacons of the Deacons have important tasks,
He has no strength to challenge and does not want to anger the deserted tribe with countless powerful warriors.
However, tonight, they could not suppress their disgust for darkness, as if they had smelled the fishiest smell in the world, as if the lynx was walking at night saw the mouse drilling hole, even though their faces were expressionless and silent
Yan, the most excited inside trembled violently, and it was difficult for him to do so.
Because the education they received since childhood and the environment they lived for decades have caused them to have some almost instinctive mental reactions, and the cruel pursuit of heresy is the greatest source of pleasure in their lives.
So when these three deacons like black rocks walked into the lonely tent, they did not consider what would happen if they would anger the tribe of the desert, and whether it would cause harm to the mission of the temple. They just
I want to kill the source of the fishy smell, brutally kill these big rats, and comfort myself... There are very few people in the desert. As long as I can kill one more, it will also make great contributions to the cause of light.
Several slight sounds sounded, and the unexpected attack made them successfully subdue the deserted warrior, and at the same time bound his wife and son.
A deacon slowly took off his black hat, looked at the deserted warrior expressionlessly, slowly reached out and put his hand on the man's head, and said piously: "In the name of Haotian, give a ruling."
A very light but extremely pure, without any variegated light lit up from the palm of the deacon of the ruling officer. This light seemed to penetrate the real object, illuminating the joints in his palm clearly, and illuminating the
The dark face of the deserted man and the angry and unwilling expression in the eyes of the deserted man.
The wife and children of the deserted man were dead on the ground next to him, with bloody tears flowing in his eyes.
The next moment, the deserted man died in pain under the brilliance of the Haotian divine light.
The three deacons of the Temple Judgment Office slowly lifted up the hat behind them to cover their faces and walked out of the tent silently.
The black clouds covered the stars on the wasteland, and the wind and snow were blowing, blowing their heavy black deacon robes, making a crackling sound.
In the shadow of the black hat, a strange red appeared on the pale faces of the three deacons. It took them a long time to calm down their breathing that was heavy because of excitement, and then walked to the distance.
Through the long and distant historical time, the deacons of the Haotian Dao Temple finally saw their destiny again and launched an attack on the other side that had been out of reach for thousands of years.
What happened on this snowy night was originally qualified to be recorded in the Haotian Sect or the history books of the Central Plains countries, but because of what happened later, it was unfortunately buried by the snow and no one knew about it.
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Ning Que and Mo Shanshan woke up almost at the same time.
They slept in the corner of the tent, a little wet and cold, but the reason they woke up was not that they couldn't sleep, but because they noticed that someone was approaching the tent and that the people who came were very strong.
Mo Shanshan looked at him and said, "I felt the breath of Haotian's divine light. I should be from the temple."
Ning Que glanced at the mother and son of the Huang people who were still sleeping, frowned and said, "What should we do?"
Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes, seemed a little confused, and asked back: "What should I do?"
Ning Que spread his hands and said, "If you fight, who will you help?"
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly. She had never considered this kind of problem. As a believer in Haotian, he should naturally stand on the side of the temple. Does this need to be thought about?
Ning Que smiled and reminded: "Don't forget that we are now eating and living with the deserted people. If the person who came was the ice sculpture deacon monsters in the Temple Judgment Department, we would definitely think we are traitors."
Mo Shanshan said calmly: "It can be explained that we are trying to inquire about the enemy."
Ning Que said with a smile: "I don't believe they will believe this explanation."
The curtain was raised, and the cold wind blew the snowflakes straight into it. Three black figures, like rocks, appeared silent and solemn and powerful under the illumination of the small fire in the tent.
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(I am busy like a dog, but fortunately I am still alive.)