Nightfall Chapter 123: The Eve of Xiling (Part 1)

In the early morning, the morning sun had not risen from the East China Sea, and the sky was not even bright, and it was as dark as a rainy day, making the mountain seem a little lonely.

There are three cliffs on the mountain peak, four temples, thousands of priests, tens of thousands of deacon cavalry, this is the temple where Taoism has ruled the world for countless years, and it is also the holy place in the hearts of all Haotian believers.

There were tens of thousands of people on the cliff at this time, priests dressed in red and coffers, deacons in black, and cavalry in black and gold armor. The black was everywhere, but there was no sound.

You can’t even hear the breathing. The dark crowd is like a silent ocean. There may be anger in the depths of the sea, but there is not the slightest visible on the surface, and the foam is blown into disillusionment by the morning wind.

There are old and pious red priests, and strong and indifferent cavalry commanders. No matter who they are and what status they have lived in this temple for many years, they are silent, and the emotions on their faces are very complicated. , People are angry, sad, confused, almost desperate, so there will be deathly silence.

Daomen is the most powerful religion since the awakening of mankind. 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 years, and have enjoyed endless respect and glory, and all kinds of beautiful things. , Has an unimaginable position, will all this be destroyed?

People on the cliffs looked down at 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. , Can only feel the power accumulated in the meantime. That terrifying power.

The black ocean is Tang’s profound armor heavy rider. It is an invincible existence in the world. Tens of thousands of profound armor heavy riders encircle Taoshan. No one can escape except for the real great practitioner.

Someone looked at the end of the Yaping Mountain Road. There was a god, and in the veil, there was a woman wearing a scarlet robe and a **** crown. She was the ruling **** Ye Hongyu. If it was before, in this decisive battle time. The ruling **** seat 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 there, no one can be disrespectful to the Xiling Temple. However, the current ruling **** seat has stood on the opposite side of the temple.

Someone looked at the people carrying shoulders and spatulas at the north of the mountain trail entrance. Someone looked at the old scalper. Someone looked at the goose. They knew that it was the legendary disciple of the Academy, but more people only stared at one person, who was obviously not the great priest of Xiling. But he was wearing a **** robe and a **** crown. In his fat body, he seemed to be the most solemn breath in the world. People knew that he was Chen Pipi. According to rumors, the new generation of Dao Sect’s most talented figure, the birth son of the master, but now He is the leader of Protestantism.

Ye Hongyu and Chen Pipi, in a sense, are the biggest traitors in Taoist history, and Cheng Lixue, who returned to Taoshan with the old man from the Temple of Heavenly Oracle, was too much to Taoism and Xiling Temple. Understand, if it weren’t for them, how could the clear and light array in front of the Taoshan suddenly fail in the darkness before dawn?

People look at them and their emotions are naturally complicated.

But most of the eyes on the cliffs did not fall on them, but fell on the petite figure standing at the end of the mountain road directly in front of the Haotian Temple, like a fairy in the morning breeze.

She used to be Lin Wu, now Yu Lian, and she has a name that runs through: 23 years of cicada, she is the contemporary lord of the Mozong, but now she stands at the highest point of Taoshan. That’s right. The biggest insult to Xiling Temple.

Dao and demons are not at the same time, she is the first person to walk to the Xiling Temple as the master of the demons for thousands of years.

Looking at the girl-like figure, the emotions of the people in the Xiling Temple are extremely complicated and very cold, but Yu Lian herself has no emotions. She did not even look at the temple, but looked somewhere in the north.

Is this kind of ignorance also a humiliation?

It’s just that… Datang Tieqi cleans up the Kingdom of Xiling, but Daomen retains a lot of strength, and retreats to the top of Taoshan Mountain in advance. At this time, there are thousands of priests and deacons on the cliff. When the sun is forever, the light will fall. In the peaks, people’s clothes were illuminated, forming a sea of ​​red and black. With the addition of tens of thousands of cavalry, how could the people of the academy plus Ye Hongyu, Cheng Lixue and others easily break it?

What’s more, in that Haotian Temple, there is the sea of ​​life at the pinnacle of life, the middle-aged Taoist who can never see clearly, and the radiant teacher Xiong Chumo!

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The nascent morning sun was covered by the clouds on the sea, and only a little light leaked out. It was blown by the cold wind between the peaks of Taoshan, and it became darker. The solemn white temple suddenly became cold.

A huge **** walked out of the temple slowly. The middle-aged Taoist and Xiahai walked silently to the front. However, even if the ray of light radiated from the veil, they still could not brighten the darkness between the peaks.

Yu Lian turned around, looking blankly at the giant lion.

On the cliff, countless eyes also looked at the giant. No matter the head teacher inside, or the ** sea and middle-aged Taoist in front of him, they have enough strength to fight the academy.

The middle-aged Taoist walked slowly towards Yu Lian, and countless eyes moved with him. The priest and deacon’s mood became tense, but he felt that the blood was getting warmer, knowing that the war was about to begin.

Yu Lian looked at him as he walked with his hands in his hands, still expressionless.

The middle-aged Taoist walked through the ocean formed by tens of thousands of priests and deacons, and stopped ten feet in front of Yu Lian. He sorted his robe and emotions, and then said a word.

“We are willing to drop.”

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Momoyama is silent and dead.

The people in the Xiling Temple were shocked and speechless, and those who followed Ye Hongyu and Cheng Lixue were also shocked and unable to speak, until a moment later, a cry of **** suddenly sounded on the cliff!

“Xiong Chumo, I **!”

The people on the cliff are very clear that the middle-aged Taoist is definitely not doing his own thing, and his decision must be approved by the head teacher, the **hai, and the great people in the temple!

This war between the Taoist School and the Academy lasted from a thousand years ago to today, during which countless people died. How many tragic battlefield scenes were there? In today’s final decisive battle, although the Dao Sect is in decline, there are still countless years of accumulation. It is obvious that there is still the power to fight again. The Dao Sect’s leaders… are they going to surrender? !

The crowd became angry, yelling and cursing endlessly. Apart from grief and indignation, where did they care for the status of middle-aged Taoist and even head teacher, some pious old priests, old tears, and countless shoes and stones from the crowd The inside flew out and hit the middle-aged Taoist like raindrops.

The middle-aged Taoist doesn’t seem to feel anything, he just looks at Yu Lian quietly. On behalf of Xiling Temple, he made the most difficult decision. He believed that the academy would respond appropriately.

Yu Lian did not expect to hear such a sentence.

She didn’t even think about it, and said directly: “No drop is allowed.”

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