Chapter 8: The Call of the Ancients

The bloody wind is heavy, and the blood rain is immeasurable!

A battle, or rather, just a one-sided slaughter, is still going on, as if there is no end, and the whole world is about to be completely turned into a killing field for Shura.

"Boom!"

Thunder and lightning, terrible fierce light, turned into a blood-like red, in an instant, illuminated the entire sky, and all things in this world illuminated extremely clearly.

But the scene under the red light is really unbearable to look at, it's really terrifying!

The white bones are ashes, the flesh is mud, and the crimson blood completely dyes the earth red, forming a small river that meanders and flows. Such a poignant scene, I am afraid that it will be a hundred years and a thousand years, and it will be difficult to erase.

When a slaughter is over, the enemy who came from nowhere, with ease and comfort, leaves, leaving only this devastated land, which will not be able to recover for a long time.

The day dawned, but the darkness was far from over.

The bleak wind and cold rain are endless, knocking on this land. The sky seemed to be weeping, for the tragic scene that had been staged on this earth.

However, no matter what, all this has become a fact after all, and it cannot be changed, leaving only infinite sadness.

After a long time, the man who was once heroic, the man who once led everyone to the enemy, returned.

In the days away from here, I don't know what he did, and I don't know what happened to the people who left with him, and there was only a lonely figure when he returned.

The man's face, desperate and depressed, full of sorrow, like a defeated rooster, no longer has its former demeanor.

No one knows why he came back, or where he came from.

Facing the towering mountain of corpses and the crimson earth, the man did not shed tears or speak, but was silent for a long time. After a long time, he leaned down, sat on the ground, put one hand on his knee, and looked into the distance.

He who came with the man seemed to have a sword in his hand, which he had plunged into the mud.

Bright as water, shining autumn light, a thin luster, lingering on the sword body, looming.

The body of this sword is very thin, not like a sword, but like a paper seal, as if light can penetrate the blade. The blade of the sword is not very sharp, but it is extremely eye-catching, swirling around the Holy Radiance. A sword, like a pure jade, seems to gather the essence of the bright moon and the spirit of autumn water.

The sword was stuck upside down in the mud, but it was not stained with dust, and it reflected a faint light. A faint light flickered, and this miserable scenery was also blended together, adding some desolation.

The ground was full of blood, and after the arrival of the sword, it emitted a brilliant red light, as if it had come to life, and there was an inexplicable force, slowly circulating between the entire land, as if jumping.

"That sword ......"

Han Xuanming noticed the sword, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and observe it carefully.

"That's ...... It's the Water Moon, it's the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Water Moon, and it's really in the Hundred Flowers Valley! It turns out that the Heavenly Tribulation Sword in the Hundred Flowers Valley was actually brought by this man. ”

Discovering the traces of the water moon, Han Xuanming's heart was full of joy.

The source of the exercises he practiced was "Dou Zhuan Xing Xing", and after being ordered by the strange old man, Han Xuanming already understood that if he wanted to go all the way, he had to collect all the Heavenly Tribulation Swords.

Now, in the battle of the Moon God Palace, Han Xuanming inexplicably entered the fourth Danxiao realm. But in careful calculation, he only has silver spirits, blood slaughter, and mirror hearts in his hands, and the blood slaughter is not complete, and the mirror heart only has sword marks.

"Hundred Flowers Valley and his party, if I can obtain the water moon, my own realm will definitely be consolidated. ”

Han Xuanming muttered: "I don't know where the water moon was finally placed by the man?" Perhaps, after countless times, the water moon is no longer in its place. ”

In that realm, the sun rose and set, I don't know how long it took, looking at the man in the distance, a heavy sigh, with the depth of this life, I don't know what to sigh for.

The man spoke: "Countless lives have been buried, and finally the end of the rout has been ushered in......"

"The pinnacle has collapsed, and the foundation has been shattered...... No matter how high or low your cultivation is, no matter how high your status is, in the face of that calamity, the so-called human life ...... After all, it's just an ant......"

"I am a loser who has seen all my comrades go to perdition with my own eyes...... and saw himself, and the people whom he sheltered did not survive, but perished......"

"All the fighting, all the fighting, seems to have lost its meaning...... In the vastness, what awaits me is only a lonely death, nothing can be accomplished......"

"The ambition of the past, the delusion to change everything, finally ushered in the worst ending!" the man smiled miserably.

"For days, months, years...... I was wondering if my struggle was right? It turned out that my struggle was wrong, outrageously wrong!"

"History does not care about the process, the result is the result that will eventually be engraved on the monument. It's a pity that even if you lose, you won't have a chance to be remembered, and one day, all this will be covered by the wind and sand. ”

"The mistakes of the past will fade away......"

The man sighed again, and his voice became a little more tragic: "However, even if it is wrong, it is better to fight than to die in vain." ”

"The fame after death is no longer important, but if the descendants of future generations fight again......"

The man looked up to the sky, the light in his pupils turned brilliant again, his eyes became firm, and he said: "I am defeated, but I can always leave something ......"

"Exhaust all your life's strength to create the Sword of Tribulation, I obey the mandate of Heaven and call it the Sword of Heavenly Tribulation!"

Looking at the tragic image in that picture and listening to the shocking voice, Han Xuanming felt even more shocked, and said with emotion: "Sure enough, it is a generation of heroes! It turns out that the Heavenly Tribulation Sword and Water Moon was not just brought by him to the Hundred Flowers Valley, but forged by him. ”

Han Xuanming couldn't help frowning again, and said to himself: "The Heavenly Tribulation Sword, there is not only one, if Shuiyue is forged by him, then the other swords ......."

"Could it be that several Heavenly Tribulation Swords were forged by different people in different eras, and finally passed down. ”

Thinking of this, Han Xuanming was shocked in his heart and had a bold speculation: "Could it be that the catastrophe of the past and the catastrophe of destroying the world have happened more than once?!"

"I don't know when, this Nine Heavens, there have been many times, such a tragedy. But everything was finally forgotten by people, and the people who gave their lives for this did not set off a single wave in the long river of history!"

Han Xuanming sighed: "Repeated stories, similar endings, are constantly staged on this land. And in this process, there are many people who stand up and resist, and in the end, what is left behind is the Heavenly Tribulation Sword......"

"Is this part of the so-called history, the ultimate truth?" Han Xuanming muttered, full of emotion for his speculation.

"So...... It's sad, it's sad!"

Han Xuanming couldn't help but shake his head, let out a long sigh, the shock in his heart, he couldn't calm down for a long time, sighed, and looked into the picture again.

"The so-called life and death have become the funniest joke......"

The man in the prime of life, the old voice, suddenly sighed, as if he had seen countless prosperous endings, all over the world impermanence, vicissitudes of life, in his eyes, into a moment.

The grass grows and withers, the geese return, I don't know how many cold, summer, spring and autumn, this blood-stained land, finally, was buried by the wind and sand, and disappeared into the river of history.

Time has changed, and I don't know how many years have passed, and this place has turned into a valley.

Hundreds of flowers grow, and countless exotic flowers and plants sprout. Perhaps, it is under the nourishment of countless lost lives that the flowers and plants here have grown extraordinarily luxuriantly, attracting the original Baihuagu people to settle here.

In the past, the Shura killing field eventually became a place where the land was fertile and beautiful, and the flowers and plants were bright.

After an unknown period of evolution and transformation, this place has become the Baihua Valley that can be seen today.

For thousands of years, countless times have passed, and countless dead corpses have nourished a hundred flowers. The Hundred Flowers Flower Spirit also made Shuiyue stronger and stronger, and finally became a real Heavenly Tribulation Sword.

Seeing everything clearly, Han Xuanming said again: "It turns out that the Heavenly Tribulation Sword at that time had not yet taken shape, and Shui Yue only absorbed the power of those deceased later, perhaps after the man had passed away, and finally completed it. ”

In the picture, in the depths of a hundred flowers, surrounded by countless flowers, the water and moon are fluorescent, shining on the world.

The turmoil of history and the terrible slaughterhouse have all been buried, and it has become a beautiful fairyland. And under the water and moon, what is buried is still the countless bones, sleeping quietly.

Baihua Valley, known as the Nine Heavens, is one of the most mysterious places, and its secrets may all lie in this.

After learning everything that had happened, Han Xuanming sighed: "It turns out that this kind of thing happened in the original Hundred Flowers Valley. ”

"The so-called Baihua Valley is completely the battlefield of the year, and it is the land that has been soaked in blood. The flowers in the valley, under the brightness, are the place where bones are buried. ”

Han Xuanming sighed again and again: "The people who died back then, with the power of life, were nourishing this land, so that this place finally turned into a prosperous scene. But if people from the outside world really know the truth, how will they feel?"

"The truth in this...... Do the people of Hundred Flowers Valley know?"

When he learned everything, where he was at this time became the confusion in Han Xuanming's heart, and he couldn't help but think: "Although I was in a coma before, I vaguely seemed to know that this should be the road to Huangquan." ”

Han Xuanming frowned and asked himself: "Since the former battlefield has been buried, why does Huangquan exist?"

"Could this Yellow Spring be a descendant, and for what reason, was it established? But if this is the case, then who will be the person who set up this Yellow Spring?"

Just thinking like this, out of nowhere, an old voice, a faint sigh, came again.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

The two coughs, as if across countless spaces and countless times, reached Han Xuanming's ears: "You...... How many times is it? How many times is it? The same disaster is about to usher in a similar ending......"

"Now, maybe even I no longer believe that the struggle will have a result......

Listening to the slightly old voice, Han Xuanming was suddenly shocked in his heart, and blurted out: "Who is it?!Is it the person in that picture?!"