Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 924
The originally clear sky suddenly darkened.

Dongfang Yi's eyes froze, and the change in the sky had nothing to do with him, but at this moment, a cold male voice came from behind the crowd.

"The auspicious time has come? Then why hasn't anyone invited us?"

Ying Baoyue looked at Li Ji standing in front of her, her pupils shrank, and she turned her head quietly.

The voice of the visitor seemed to have been quenched in the ice. It was a voice that was completely unfamiliar to her, but it had an accent that was familiar to her.

An accent that does not belong within the Great Wall.

"Big brother?" Murong Feixing who was standing at the back at this moment noticed that his elder brother's aura had undergone earth-shaking changes when he heard this voice.

Not everyone knows what happened.The cold wind blew, and everyone opened their eyes wide, looking in amazement at a group of people quietly climbing up the already empty mountain road.

A group of people in white.

The practitioners of Hou Liao looked a little ugly. They knew very well that all the Hou Liao people had already reached the top of the mountain, and the group of people who suddenly appeared were not Hou Liao people.But this group of people actually wore sacrificial clothes of the same color as Hou Liao.

"Who is it? Do you understand the rules..."

The dissatisfied discussions of the practitioners on the top of the mountain suddenly stopped, staring at the pattern of sacrificial uniforms on the group of people walking slowly.

The sacrificial clothes of those people were as white as Hou Liao's, but the difference was that each of them had a wolf's head embroidered on the chest of their sacrificial clothes.

Wolf head.

The people of the White Dog God.

There was a scream from the crowd on the top of the mountain, but the next moment someone covered their mouth tightly.

"How come... it really came..."

"I don't want to watch... I'm going down the mountain..."

There was a commotion in the crowd watching the ceremony, and the faces of the ceremony officials in Soochow turned pale, but the ceremony officer in charge of the ceremony team immediately stepped forward to appease them, telling them to be calm and calm.But in the next moment, there was a low-pitched panic voice from the crowd, "How can we stay calm? Who would have thought that the Xirong people really came!"

Xirong people.

The name was like a curse, and the expressions of all the people from the Six Kingdoms in the Great Wall froze at the moment the drink was broken.

Ying Baoyue clenched her fists slightly under her sleeves, watching the group of practitioners wearing her familiar white wolf sacrificial costume step by step up the ladder to the altar.

There were only about 20 people in this group, and they all looked to be in their teens or 20s. At least five of the ten people wore ferocious iron masks.

The leader was a tall young man. He didn't wear a mask. He had amber eyes, high brows and deep eyes. He was the standard appearance of the Xirong royal family. Ying Baoyue looked at him strangely, but just looked at him coldly.

But at this moment, a man wearing an iron mask who was following the young man suddenly raised his head and glanced at her in the crowd.

Facing those familiar green pupils, Ying Baoyue felt the blood all over her body cool down for a moment.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

At this time, a burst of shouts came from the mountain road, and a group of blood-soaked ceremony officials and the Eastern Wu Imperial Army rushed up from behind the group of Xirong people, looking at the Xirong people who had already reached the top of the mountain with despairing expressions.

Seeing the wounds on those people's bodies and the scimitar still dripping blood at the waist of the Xirong people, everyone could guess what happened.

The reason why the Xirong people can appear here quietly is probably because they forcibly broke through the checkpoint at the foot of the mountain and injured all the people who came up to report, so they could only follow behind them.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Muren on the second floor of the altar slowly stood up.

Li Ji gently opened Ying Baoyue's hand.

The young man from Xirong who was leading still wanted to go to the altar, but at this moment, a long sword stood in front of him.

It was a simple long sword, which looked blunt and heavy, but had a cold look. It had no grid, and the hilt was covered with ancient bronze rust.

Seeing this sword, the expressions of the Soochow cultivators present all changed.

"Ju Que! It's actually the Ju Que sword!"

"Did Master Guoshi pass this sword on to Mr. Zhaohua?"

Juque, Ying Baoyue's heart skipped a beat when he heard that.Juque is the sword of Dongfang Yi, the master of the Eastern Wu Dynasty. It was also cast by the former swordsmith Ou Yezi. It is a famous sword of the same specification as Tai'a Sword and Yuewang Sword.

If the Tai'a Sword was once the treasure of the Southern Chu, then Juque was the treasure of the Eastern Wu.

Juque is the sword of the Eastern Wu Guoshi, but it is not in the hands of Dongfang Yi at this time.

Seeing Li Ji standing in front of the road holding a sword, blocking the way to the altar, the young man headed by the Xirong people changed his face and finally stopped.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment they saw a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the leader's tall boy's mouth, "Zhaohua? Long time no see."

It was still the weird accent, but the familiarity of the words made everyone change their faces.

Did Mr. Zhaohua meet this Xirong man?
"I don't remember meeting you," Li Ji said lightly.

"It's really ruthless," Ying Baoyue looked at the tall boy and turned her gaze to Ji Jiashu next to her, "But it's okay if you don't remember, after all, we only met once three years ago from a distance, you and Chunhua You probably haven't seen my face."

Ying Baoyue felt that Ji Jiashu's breath around him changed instantly.

It was an irrepressible surprise.

three years ago.

At the same time, mentioning Mr. Zhaohua and Mr. Chunhua, and using such a familiar tone, some people around the audience turned pale.

"Three years ago, did it mean the time when the six sons of the Warring States Period got together?"

"Sixth Young Master? Could it be that this person is..."

The expressions of the cultivators and the family members watching the ceremony changed when they saw the tall boy.

At the same time, I met Lord Zhaohua and Lord Chunhua. When I mentioned the meeting three years ago, I was still from Xirong.

Then the identity of this person is ready to be revealed.

"Could it be...he is Ghost Huajun?"

Ying Baoyue's pupils shrank slightly.

The most mysterious and the sixth son of the Warring States Period that she was least willing to admit, Xirong Ghost Huajun.

She had indeed heard before that the Xirong people who broke into Soochow to participate in the middle-level ceremony were led by the so-called ghost Huajun, but for some reason, looking at the young Xirong standing in front of Li Ji with his chest upright, There was a strange feeling in her heart.

"Are you Guihua?" Li Ji asked calmly as he clenched the long sword in his hand without changing his expression.

"Exactly," the tall boy smiled, looked at Zhao Muren who was standing above him, smiled slightly, and cupped his hands casually, "Xiao Wang hasn't introduced himself yet, right?"

"Speaking of which, my father and the King of Soochow are still acquaintances," the boy said with a smile.

Zhao Muren stared heavily at the people under the altar.

The young man took a step back, followed the etiquette of Xirong, looked up at Li Ji and Zhao Muren, the corners of his mouth had already put away his smile.

Seeing his gaze, the nearby practitioners all shivered.

"I am the Twelve Zhai Kings of Xirong," the young man's eyes were cruel and cruel, like a young male wolf on the snowy land.

"Ghost Huajun, Chunyu Ye."

　the name is important
　　
　
(End of this chapter)