Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors Chapter 385

The night invades, above the city wall.

The faintly beating torches reflected the figure of Uncle Qin. He walked slowly with heavy steps, which was very different from when he was in Ping'an Town.

"You still came back." Li Zangfeng raised his eyes and looked deeply, his words seemed to have deep meaning.

"Thirty-three years later, I'm still back." Uncle Qin grinned coldly.

"If I were here back then, how could the world be turned upside down? Those little brats..."

Uncle Qin squinted his eyes, and the cold light suddenly appeared, as if a butcher woke up at night and sharpened his knives.

"I know you've been by that man's side since the beginning, but what he's going to do is earth-shattering, not only the Imperial Palace will not agree, but many people will not agree." Li Zangfeng sighed in a deep voice.

"So what? Do you want to do another [Dao King Festival] again!?"

Uncle Qin shook his head, a stern look appeared on his face.

The Dao King Festival is a catastrophe that has never been seen in ancient times. How many ancient bloodlines of the demon race were buried here, and how many people from the human race fell to their deaths... It is better than [Longevity] and [Taiyi]. Glory of yesteryear.

Life has been smothered in charcoal, and it has never been seen since ancient times.

"In the end, this world is not just for those people. If there is another [Dao King Festival], it will be liquidated one day, and no one can stay out of it."

Uncle Qin's voice became colder and colder, like swords and soldiers intertwined, causing people to chill.

Li Zangfeng was silent, he knew very well that what Uncle Qin said was the truth.

Zhou Xuan failed and paid a heavy price for it.

Now, Zhou Dao is here.

"Who? Dare to come here to fight the autumn wind?"

At this moment, a majestic roar resounded above the city wall, and the thunder light descended here and turned into a figure.

The person who came wore heavy armor, wore a long sword on his waist, and wore a golden crown on his head. He was invincible with invincible power, and his anger was fierce. The entire city wall was blocked by terrifying power.

In the secret place of the capital, this wall is a scourge, and neither monsters nor monks can easily set foot on it.

"Marquis of the North God."

Li Zangfeng glanced at him, his expression indifferent.

At the foot of the emperor, the one responsible for the security and defense of the capital is the [Beijing Office], which controls 100,000 troops and horses in the key areas of Gyeonggi.

This incomparably important position has been passed down from generation to generation by the [North God Marquis].

It is said that this lineage has been around since the founding of Taizu. Although it is only a feudal lord, it has been deeply favored by the emperor from generation to generation and has been greatly favored.

The position of the chief of the Beiya government alone is extremely important, making him one of the most powerful figures in the capital.

Therefore, [North God Marquis] is one of the best among many princes, and he is also the strongest in [True Realm].

"Where's the little night..."

Beishen Hou stepped forward, and just opened his mouth to reprimand, but when he saw Li Zangfeng's face, he swallowed half of what he said.

"It turned out to be Jianzhu!"

Beishenhou's heart froze, and his attitude eased immediately.

As one of the most powerful figures in the capital, Marquis Beishen had of course met Li Zangfeng.

Jianzhu is famous for his decisive killing in the [Nine God Pillars].

His sword power is famous, even if he is the [Northern God Marquis], he is extremely afraid. Standing ten feet away, he can feel the slight pressure.

The blood in Beishenhou's body could not be controlled and began to fluctuate violently.

Even as a [True Realm] powerhouse, facing Li Zangfeng, he still felt an inexplicable powerlessness.

But after all, he was dignified [North God Marquis] had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up.

At this moment, the Marquis of Beishen already had some regrets. If the incense altar in the Imperial Palace had not been pushed horizontally, he would not have come out to patrol in the middle of the night on his horse. No matter what, he ran to the city wall and encountered this evil star.

"Jian Zhu is busy with other affairs, it's so late, why are you here?" A smile appeared on Beishenhou's face, pretending to be relaxed.

It's so **** free, what does the Yu Yaosi do when he has nothing to do with his horse? Nine Gods Pillars are awesome? Can you stand on the wall at night and act in the wind?

The Duke of Beishen was sullen in his heart, but his face was full of smiles, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the slightly old figure next to him.

The dignified sword column will definitely not appear here for no reason, and the people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him must be extraordinary.

The Marquis of Beishen couldn't help being curious and cast his eyes.

However, with just one glance, he stopped suddenly, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it as if he had been electrocuted.

At this moment, Uncle Qin's icy eyes were also cast over.

poof...

Beishen Hou suddenly knelt to the ground, his body was lowered, his body trembled, full of shock and fear.

He did not expect that after so many years, this man was still alive and returned to the capital.

"Old..." Beishen Hou was about to speak.

A big old hand fell on his head.

"It turned out to be the cub of the old Xu family."

A slightly smiling voice rang out above the city wall, and the Duke of Beishen lowered his body even lower.

"Is Xu Fenghuan dead?"

"I... my grandfather passed away seven years ago." Beishenhou said tremblingly.

Xu Fenghuan was his grandfather's name, and he was also an important official of the dynasty and a veteran of the three dynasties.

There are very few people who dare to speak their names outright in the capital of Connaught.

"Well, that old thing has been alive for so long, and it deserves to die!" Uncle Qin whispered.

Beishenhou was lying on the ground, not daring to catch a breath.

He is more and more regretful now, in the middle of the night, is he having a convulsion? What are you doing outside?

The Imperial Palace also has a problem with the horse's mind. It has been passed down for many years. In the capital, the incense altar under the seat can be pushed horizontally by someone single-handedly. Why not die?

Facing Uncle Qin's sigh, Beishen Hou could only mechanically nod.

"Dreaming is not a good habit."

Uncle Qin's old palm slowly pulled away from the top of Beishenhou's head, the latter's body trembled, and he hurriedly vomited.

"I... I understand, I slept too hard, it's all fake."

As he spoke, the Marquis of Beishen hurriedly stood up, bowed, turned into a thunderous light, and disappeared into the vast night without looking back.

"It's like a dream, like a fantasy, using fakes to cultivate the truth... He is really a smart person." Uncle Qin said indifferently, turned around and left.

He was disillusioned, as if he had never appeared.

Above the city wall of Nuoda, it is as empty as a mystery, which is indescribable.

"All the dharmas will pass from now on, and you will not be added at all!"

Li Zangfeng slowly retracted his gaze, looking at the endless sky, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Senior brother, you are really amazing! Even invited him back!"

The heavy voice echoed in the city wall, like babbling in a dream, it didn't fall for a long time.

The night quietly faded, and the east revealed a touch of fish belly white.

Zhou Dao galloped along with Ha Shiqi and Hong Ming, and after a while, they left the capital and came to a barren mountain 800 miles away.

"Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to be a cultivator." Hong Ming couldn't help but listen to the wind in his ears.

"Master, your fight today is really enjoyable." Ha Shiqi grinned and laughed.

"Shut up, do you think it's a good thing?" Zhou Dao glanced.

Of course, he knew the weight of the Imperial Palace. It was so high that the king could not be added to it. If it was leveled with an incense altar, God knew how much trouble it would be.

Zhou Dao is very clear that his current situation is not good.

He didn't go to the Yuyao Division immediately, because he was afraid that he would not be able to find Li Zangfeng, and secondly, he didn't want to cause trouble to this master.

"What is this place?"

Zhou Dao looked at the towering mountains around him, criss-crossing, hideous aura, and rugged peaks... It was a rather strange pattern.

If you look carefully, if you say that the topography of the capital is a real dragon that moves vertically and horizontally.

Then the mountain here is a dead dragon that turns bones, facing each other from a distance, looking at each other between life and death.

"It's not on the map either." Zhou Dao was puzzled.

"This is Two Realms Mountain!"

"Liangjie Mountain!?" Zhou Dao's heart moved. He had seen this name in the "Yu Yaosi Work Manual".

The past, the world of life and death, represent the past and the present.

It is rumored that this was the former site of the former dynasty, where the capital of the king was.

When Taizu swung his whip, the army was crushed, and the whole world turned to scorched earth. Later, in the battle of Dingguo, Taizu used his great supernatural powers to move mountains and reclaim the sea, and leveled the capital of the previous dynasty.

Since then, there has been this Two Realms Mountain.

"The former site of the former dynasty, of course, cannot be marked on the map." Hong Ming read a lot of books and recognized this place.

"It is said that in the battle of Taizu Dingguo, all the royal families of the previous dynasty were killed and used to build the foundation for the new capital, and the people involved were as many as 100,000."

Hong Ming lamented that in the history of Daqin, Taizu's act of founding the country was quite controversial. He did not treat the royal family of the previous dynasty kindly and set a precedent for slaughter, and even built a new city with 100,000 bones.

Historians of all dynasties have kept a close eye on this and dared not say much about it. However, many great Confucian scholars have criticized it quite a bit, saying that the Taizu was tyrannical, used to kill and attack the new dynasty, tortured the ancestral temple of the previous dynasty, and was not good at ruling the world, and was not good at governing the society. If this precedent is established, there must be poison, and it may be difficult for future generations to escape the heavenly path.

"One hundred thousand people!?" Zhou Dao couldn't help gasping.

Of course, these will not be recorded in the official history, and Zhou Dao has never seen them.

However, Hong Ming owns a wide range of books, and he has seen many manuscript notes of great Confucian historians, which have detailed records.

The crowd of 100,000, with blood flowing into rivers, crying for three days, the foundation has been cast, the base of the giant tree is set, and the great cause of Xindu has been achieved.

Zhou Dao did not expect that the 100,000 corpses of the previous royal family were buried under the prosperous capital of the capital.

Taizu is also really daring, not afraid of future generations' scolding and slashing, the soldiers waved, and the heads fell to the ground.

This dragon dies, the other dragon lives, life and death depend on each other, and the east and the west face each other, which is really a strange pattern.

The more Zhou Dao looked at it, the more mysterious it became. The appearance of these two world mountains should not only be for the destruction of the previous capital.

The grandfather's murder of 100,000 royals should not only be for the sake of Dingdu Xincheng.

The topography of these two places is inextricably linked, which is quite mysterious.

"Poor Wangcheng's scorched earth..."

Hong Ming's scholar's sourness surged up again, and since he fell on these two world mountains, he could not help but hang up the ancients.

"I heard that the royal family of the previous dynasty did not seem to be completely wiped out." Before Zhou Dao sounded, he saw some unofficial history in Uncle Qin.

"It seems to be true." Hong Ming nodded.

"It is said that when Taizu was young, he was still in the wilderness, and he became a young man. That person was actually a prince from the previous dynasty. The relationship between the two... is very sad."

Hong Ming said that many of them are speculations and fabrications of later generations, and the authenticity is unknown.

"Later Taizu established the country and destroyed the previous dynasty, leaving only the prince to survive."

"The country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. The prince had no interest in life. He never thought that he would meet a wandering Taoist at this time."

"The prince was instructed and enlightened, and he was defeated by the wandering Taoist, but the latter said that he was not lucky enough to be qualified to worship the entrance wall. He only taught some Taoist methods and left."

"Then the prince actually returned to the capital and established a sect on the Yanshan Mountain."

"Xuantianguan!?" Zhou Dao was startled, showing a look of surprise.

He did not expect that the patriarch of Xuantianguan would be a prince from the previous dynasty?

"The inscription you read in the back mountain of [Deyiyuan] was left by the master who taught the prince's Taoism."

Zhou Dao heard the words, showing a sudden look, it seems that the wandering Taoist that the prince met back then should be the predecessor of the Sunset Sect.

"The prince created the Xuantian Temple, and the Taizu actually acquiesced, and the market came to visit in person to burn incense and worship..." Hong Ming said slowly.

No wonder Xuantian Temple has such a special status and is regarded as a royal Taoist temple by the Daqin royal family.

It turns out that there is such a complex relationship here, which is a tradition left over from the time of Taizu.

"In addition to being the capital of the previous dynasty's kings, these two world mountains also have a particularly important place."

"What?" Zhou Dao blurted out.

"It is said that this dynasty will hold a national festival every thirty-three years, and the location is in these two world mountains."

"Thirty-three years? National Festival!?" Zhou Dao stunned, as if he had thought of something.

"King Yuan Fa Conference!?"

Ordinary people like Hong Ming would naturally not know the existence of the Yuanwang Fahui, but every thirty-three years, UU reads www. The uukanshu.com national festival attracts attention from all over the world, but it is spread wildly among the people.

"It turns out that King Yuan's ceremony is held here!?"

Suddenly, Zhou Dao gave birth to a feeling of blessing to the soul.

"Go, go in and have a look."

Originally, Zhou Dao wanted to find a secret place to learn about the [Wordless Heaven Monument] and [Giant Spirit Thunder Pond] that he had just obtained, and cultivated the Sunset Sun Dharma in one fell swoop.

But now he has changed his mind. He wants to explore this Two Realms Mountain and see the place where his father was crowned king.

Liangjie Mountain is towering and towering, with peaks reaching into the sky, strange changes.

Even during the day, few people set foot here.

The rumors about Liangjieshan have been harassing and never stopped.

Some people say that the resentment of the royal family in the previous dynasty was too great, and the ghosts were immortal after death, so they lingered in this mountain, took the past merchants as tribute, and ate them wantonly, and they turned into monsters over time.

"Master, I seem to smell a demonic aura." Ha Shiqi leaned up and whispered.

"There are monsters in this mountain." Zhou Dao was also moved.

If there are monsters hidden in other places, it is not unusual, these two world mountains are not ordinary places, how can there be monsters hidden here?

Thinking of this, Zhou Dao asked Ha Shiqi to lead the way and searched for it.

It didn't take a long time, that demonic aura became stronger and stronger, and it was like an endless flame of flames, which made Ha Shiqi feel fearful.

"Hahaha, Huo Tiandu's Taoism, how dare you come here to die before you have even learned the skills of being a national teacher?"

At this moment, a ferocious laughter shook the mountains.

Zhou Dao looked up and saw that in front of a cave, the fire burst, the gravel flew, and a black shadow flew out. The body was stained with blood, and it landed on the ground dexterously. forward.

Under the blue sky and Cangshan Mountain.

That black cat looked extra special.

Chapter end