Zhao Ge: 154.Fire like a song

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Ye Qiusheng has always found it difficult for Bailishu to understand.

Bai Lishu always hides too many thoughts, his figure is hidden in the secrets of the ancient era, so even with them, people can't figure out what his thoughts are.

I don't even know what kind of mood he has been facing all kinds of unspeakable past events.

In fact, what Bailishu thought, and what kind of mood he was, had nothing to do with Ye Qiusheng. Even if his guess is correct, this person who suddenly became a big brother of the Jiuxuanmen is indeed the mysterious figure of the Baili clan that appears repeatedly in the era murals. What does it have to do with him?

The two have nothing to do with each other, at best it is a partner.

Also a partner who is often ignored.

So why?

Why does he feel so sad when he sees a young man in white robe Ruxue sitting by the white spring in the black pool with a blank expression on his face?

Dull, unspeakably sad.

Is he sympathetic?

No, it is not.

Regardless of whether Bailishu guessed it or not, people from the Baili tribe who bear the curse of the ancient emperor appear repeatedly in the era, but people like him never need sympathy.

Living on the land of the Twelve Dynasty, as long as one holds a sword in his hand, he never needs sympathy from others.

Whether it is for cultivating immortals or ordinary people, holding a sword means preparing for death. The responsible person does not need anyone’s sympathy even if he falls on the road in blood.

So, why?

Ye Qiusheng remembered the night in the Guazhou ghost town. The corpses of the sand wolves killed by him were still piled outside the cave. The **** breath persisted in the night breeze, and the flames of the bonfire flickered. He was injured and his mind was a little groggy, so he leaned on the rock wall, dangling the spirits, and talking with Bai Lishu who was lying in the cave.

At that time, just to keep himself awake, he casually talked about the Mother and Child Temple in the southeast of the Qi Qin Dynasty.

So he said thoughtlessly.

The name Qiusheng was given to him by the bad old man. He was picked up in the summer.

After speaking, he started drinking.

What did Baili Su suddenly say at that time?

——I asked someone who I am and he told me that your surname is Baili and the single name is Shu, so my name is Bailishu.

Ye Qiusheng thought about this for a young man who looked so sad while sitting blankly with a golden long bow beside him. So the world suddenly became cold at this time.

Drink alcohol when it's cold!

It was so strong that it was like wine with a knife rolling from the throat to the chest. The ice scum in the bones will be burned under such strong wine, and even though the world is as cold as an ice sheet in the extreme north, the hand holding the knife will no longer tremble.

But Bailishu said that he never drinks.

It's really troublesome.

Ye Qiusheng sighed.

He carried the knife and walked towards the young man sitting by the eyes of the strange spring glowing with pale white light. Bailishu looked at him quietly, with no expression on his face, his eyes were as always with cold ice, and under the ice, there were endless thoughts that could not be seen.

Ye Qiusheng walked up to him, knelt down, and put the knife on the icy dark rock.

——The world is so cold, as cold as a vast ice field, and all you see are sharp blades. The chill is like ice scum in the bones, and the breath is cold.

So cold.

So Ye Qiusheng stretched out his hand, and he gently hugged Bailishu.

It's like being beside a bonfire in Guazhou ghost town.

"My surname is Baili, the single name is Shu, I am Bailishu."

Ye Qiusheng heard Bailishu say this.

The voice is very soft, but as calm as ever.

"My surname is Ye, I was picked up in autumn, so I am called Ye Qiusheng."

Ye Qiusheng also answered in a low voice.

The knife placed on the deep black rock, with the body of the knife reflecting the light of the golden longbow.

In the deep black space, the ancient emperors lie to sleep here, the dazzling fire in the black city is like lava, the suspended throne is burning like a scorching sun, and the black water under the city is immense. Where did it come from, and I don’t know where to run.

But what does it matter?

The earth is turned upside down, the epochs are flowing, such a vast and unstoppable place, and in this vastness, there will be such a moment of breathing.

——You see that the blade is like snow, but you have to shine the fire.

………………………

The fire started to burn.

It started to ignite from the roots of the iron tree, and from the depth of the heavy bronze iron tree bark, it began to show through. The crimson stream of fire on the towering branches was like a flood that raged on the thick soil. The horned dragon-like branches came alive at this time, and in the flames swirled like a beautician on the thick black giant tree.

Chi Yan is burning.

The sacred sycamore tree, which entrusted the soul of the Buyik tribe, seemed to be restored in the fire.

The tree is like a blazing fire, and Nirvana is like a blazing fire.

Buyike’s people knelt on the ground, raised their heads, and looked at the towering Shenmu that lit up in ecstasy and reverence.

"Nam bless me--"

Dortana's eyes burst into tears. She looked at the sacred tree that burst into flames from the inside out, her voice hoarse as the sound of the wind on Krazhuoma.

Kneeling next to her is Amu.

Amu raised her head, looking hollowly at the sacred tree that seemed to be about to burn, and **** tears were as dry as scars on her face.

Behind it was the Buyik tribe with a choking voice, Asa kneeling in front slowly crushed the bone chain in his hand.

"All the heavens are burned, He Cunyan--"

His voice was suddenly as sharp as a blade, suddenly as sharp as thunder, and suddenly it blasted in everyone's ears.

With a completely strange cold and killing intent.

——This time, what Asa said was not the language of the Buyik people, but another very strange, difficult and difficult language.

The syllable is ancient, and language alone carries a kind of terrifying power.

This is a sentence like a command.

He took away Amu's power that belonged to the Baidi, and now he used this power to give a terrible order to the real human Zangmu of the Buyik tribe.

The power of the ancient emperor is indeed the most terrifying power in the world.

As soon as the command issued with the help of Baidi's power was exited, the sound fell into the air, and the air vibrated. Suddenly a violent whirlwind was rolled up in the temple. The flames in the whirlwind danced like an ancient python, the main hall Zhong Lilie's fire sound mixed with the hum of air vibrations, forming an unimaginable force.

It's like sea water suddenly rises into the sky, and then tens of millions of tons of sea water fall again.

Kneeling on the dark rocky ground, holding bone knives in hand, and offering blood as sacrifices, the Buyik tribe was unprepared and felt that tens of thousands of tons of power fell heavily on him in an instant.

There was no time to say a surprised question, and all the Buyik people fell to the ground.

The young Buyik tribe and the elderly old man in the tribe fell directly to the ground and died under this heavy blow. Their eyes widened, the excitement of returning to their homeland remained on their faces.

They had no idea what happened, and they died under the horrible order just now.

And Amu, who was kneeling next to Dotana, when Asa’s voice fell, her head suddenly leaned back crazily at an angle that humans could not do, and her pupils suddenly turned into the color of red flames. , An extremely harsh and terrible scream erupted from her mouth.

The ear-piercing and screaming is absolutely not supposed to cause the whole hall to tremble.

The Buyik tribe who fell to the ground in the heavy wound just now, but the undead of the Buyik tribe—those who are physically strong and the hunters who are returning to their native bloodlines—wrote their faces in pain while screaming.

They tried to get up from the ground, but they seemed to have lost control of their hands, still holding the bone blade.

Amidst the screams, the blood in their bodies has completely lost control of the rest of the people, as if they were stripped out by some powerful force, the wounds cut by the bone knives gurgled out and penetrated continuously. Black rocks.

"Asa..."

The pupils of the chief of the Buyik tribe, Krone, were dilated, and he struggled, trying to get up from the ground, blood rolling down his face. He looked at the old man who was slowly standing up in front of Shenmu in disbelief.

——What did you post?

What happened?

Asa who worshipped so much and trusted so much in Buyik people stood up in the eyes of all the undead. Without turning his head, he pulled out the bone stick inserted into the rock. The bone stick has now become a long knife, with a cruel and cold light glowing from the blade, and his voice has a terrifying, familiar power.

——That is the power of Nahm.

But he used this power to give an order to kill the Buyik tribe.

What is going on here?

What happened? ! !

The world changed in an instant, twisted, and crazy. They were defenseless, and Asa, who trusted with all his heart, suddenly became a completely strange figure in the blazing fire. The old, always rickety spine, suddenly straightened like a sword like a sword, and the whole person completely changed in an instant.

In Amu's scream, the violent wind swept the fire and danced like a dragon.

It's like the end.

The temple trembles, and the blood of the Buyik tribe seeps into the rock, like the heart of the entire royal city. The blood of the Buyik people carries the strength of the ancient emperor. This is the glory they want to regain, so it can revive the parasol tree.

But the sacrifice was wrong from the beginning.

Asa, who presided over this sacrifice, was not to revive the sacred tree from the beginning.

Shenmu is one of the core of the royal city.

His purpose is to destroy the sacred tree.

Only the power of the ancient emperor can awaken the sacred tree, so by the same token, the only thing that can destroy the sacred tree is the power of the ancient emperor.

Amu's body twisted, and flames erupted from her.

It's not the flame that brought the revival of Nirvana.

That is the flame of destruction.

"Amu--"

Dotana, who fell beside Amu and was badly injured, stretched out her hand, desperately trying to grab her.

The flames on Amu erupted at this moment, and when the flames swept across Dotana, Dotana's voice stopped abruptly.

For an instant, Dotana turned to ashes in the flames.

The Buyik people are the children of Namu. The blood on their bodies hides the breath of Namu, so they are blessed by flames. When they stepped into the royal city, the flames rekindled on them, and they were safe and sound in the flames.

This is because they are the people of Nahm.

Now, Asa controls the power of Namu that he took from Amu, and he uses Namu's power to give the order to burn.

How can subjects resist the king?

So when the flame that protects them in turn wants to take their lives, the Buyik tribe has no backhand.

The flames that erupted from Amu's body merged with the flames that had long been ignited around him. All the flames turned into an ominous scarlet color, and the Buyik people in the flames were burned to ashes.

I don't know why until I die.

——Why their Asa suddenly became a stranger.

The temple began to collapse, the huge rocks began to fall in large chunks, and the muffled rumbling thunder sounded like an ancient existence roaring furiously.

Fire, falling rocks.

In such a horrible scene, Asa stood upright holding a bone staff that turned into a long knife, staring at the red parasol tree in front of him.

He heard all the sounds behind him.

Amu's scream, Dotana called Amu's name, Kron's voice... everything.

But he didn't look back, like a statue.

He stared at the sacred sycamore tree in front of him. The sacred tree was trembling in the shaking mountains, and the fire was rolling on the tree. The ancient emperor in the dark was making a furious counterattack. At this time, like tens of thousands of horned dragons roaming and entrenched. They guard the heart of this royal city.

Asa's seven orifices also began to slowly shed blood.

The coercion of the ancient emperor was violently diffused from the sacred tree in front of him-the Baidi sleeping here after the sacrifice was destroyed, he desperately wanted to forcibly recover and save the royal city.

At this time, the sacred tree is as hard as black iron and indestructible.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the trunk of the Shenmu.

The crust broke, magma spewed out, and the red inflammation flowing slowly in the trunk of the sacred tree erupted from the cracks—just like the blood of the sacred tree.

When the crack in the main trunk of the sacred tree appeared, it was on the altar in the deepest part of the temple. Bailishu put a longbow and shot an arrow into the white light of the spring.

Just as the golden crow rushed into the East China Sea in ancient times, and the East China Sea disappeared into a thousand miles of red land, the moment the arrow plunged into the spring, the spring evaporated and disappeared.

But the long arrow did not stop, it penetrated the entire altar with an irresistible aura.

The golden light burst out from the middle of the altar, the altar shattered and collapsed, the rubble rolled, and the sound was muffled.

An arrow was shot, Baili spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale, but the longbow in his hand became hotter and brighter.

The altar collapsed, and Ye Qiusheng grabbed Bailishu who was pale and took him out of the temple.

When the altar collapsed, a crack appeared in the sacred tree.

Asa took a deep breath, screamed, and chopped out a long knife.

The sword shines like a rainbow, falling towards the rift in the sacred tree.