Valkyrie

Chapter 2035 God Carrying the Coffin
Ming Xilan didn't say much about Pei Taiyi.

But Lin Huang could also feel in those few words that even the latter, who is now the patriarch of the Mingxi family, highly respects Pei Taiyi.

Thinking about it, Pei Taiyi used to be an eye-catching existence.

Perhaps not as good as Emperor Jintian and Qin Zheng, but they should also be able to support a short era.

Unfortunately, he passed away!

Bewitched by Chen Guanhai, besieged and killed by strong men of more than a dozen races.Otherwise, today's high-level human race, I'm afraid there will be Pei Taiyi.

"By the way... Pei Sanjian is the son of Pei Taiyi!"

"Pei Sanjian?"

Lin Huang was stunned for a moment, and then realized, he remembered that there was a Pei Qingxuan when he was enshrined in Nirvana!He seems... to die in battle?

But Lin Huang remembered that in Shenming 23, the name Pei Qingxuan did not exist.

There was no Pei Sanjian either.

"He needs to stand up from the back once before he can hope to pursue his father's previous talent!"

Ming Xilan briefly explained, but there was no explanation for what Pei Qingxuan was doing now.

Lin Huang nodded, skipping over this.

"It's late at night, go back and rest!"

Ming Xilan got up and patted Lin Huang's shoulder.

"Dream God!"

Lin Huang suddenly remembered something and blurted out.

Ok?
Ming Xilan turned her head and looked at Lin Huang, "Who told you?"

"Luo Yunge!"

Forest Road.

"It seems... that your danger has not been relieved. I did not expect that there are Dream Clans in this League of Ten Thousand Clans!"

Ming Xilan squeezed her palms, then turned her head, "It seems that you don't need to sleep during this period, young people, don't waste time on meaningless time!"

Lin Huang pouted, but didn't say anything.

It seems that this dream god is also quite difficult for Ming Xilan.

Tianke people.

"There's nothing scary about the dream race. You can deal with it if you want to have nightmares in your heart, but... having nightmares in your heart is not a good thing!"

Ming Xilan smiled, although it was difficult to deal with, but judging by his attitude, he didn't seem to want to take care of this matter.

Lin Huang spread his hands, it seems that he still has to be careful.

For the gods, it's nothing if you don't sleep or eat!
"gone!"

Ming Xilan left a word lightly, and then disappeared.

Lin Huang raised his head, looked at the moonlight above his head, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, the original world of the human race...is still interesting.

Although, in this conspiracy, he did not exert much power, but as time goes by, he will have more roles.

Compared with the goal that is too far away, no goal is more terrifying.

……

……

night and day.

The morning sun breaks.

In the entire city of Mingxi, the sound of heavy drums and horns suddenly sounded...

The drums were loud.

The trumpets sound pathetic.

Then there is the sound of the piano lingering.

Huqin was low.

The sound of the suona shook the sky!
A series of mournful voices and strands of mournful emotions rendered the entire Mingxi City extremely desolate.

Lin Huang pushed open the window.

I saw snow-white paper money floating, and the entire ancient and magnificent city seemed to be shrouded in heavy snow.

Beneath the mournful music, there was silence and dead silence.

The streets and alleys are full of people.

They are silent and serious.There wasn't much sadness, but the faces with lowered eyelids made the streets and alleys and the whole city extraordinarily depressing.

Everyone is dressed in white!

All the buildings are covered with white flags.

A snow-white city.

A city of funerals!

The only tinge of red is the carpet extending from the gate of Mingxi City to the Dao God King Hall... It is the color of blood, and it is also the color of life!
Lin Huang dressed in white clothes and went downstairs silently.

The next moment, Mingxi City shook.

Outside the ancient city, there was the sound of iron cavalry stepping, rumbling and shaking the sky, mighty and mournful.

"Stand me on a high mountain, looking at my hometown. I can only see the mountains and rivers, and the sky and the earth are blue!"

There was a mighty voice accompanied by heavy music.

"Hide my bones in the loess, and my soul returns to the four directions. Only to see Qianqiu die, and the world is boundless!"

There are mournful sounds in the world, like hundreds of millions of creatures crying and weeping, endless sadness.

"The body is dead, and it will be buried on the battlefield. The soul is back, and the reeds are green!"

"The body is dead, and it will be buried in the mountains and rivers. The soul returns, to look after the family!"

"The body is gone, and it will be buried in heaven and earth. The soul will return, and protect the common people!"

Accompanied by the mournful sounds in the world, an army dressed in white entered Mingxi City.

Foremost.

Qin Zheng carried the coffin!

He was dressed in white and looked sad.It is no longer that lofty, long-lived god of the Yongzhen human race.

Behind him, there are 23 coffins.

All for the help of the gods!

On top of each coffin, there is a big banner with red letters on a black background, which is the banner of the Great Qin Army under Qin Zheng's command.

The lament that resounds through the heavens and the earth.

Snowy paper money.

On the street, the gods carried the coffin and walked.

Qin Zheng spoke in a low voice, weeping and complaining:

"The living fight in all directions, and the kings return to their hometowns!"

Da Qin Jun's voice was low, but full of infinite firmness:
"Flesh and blood guard the mountains and rivers, heroic souls protect the relatives. The spring and autumn cycle, life and death fight together, yin and yang join hands, to bless all parties!"

"May the mountains and rivers be free from beacon smoke!"

"May my hometown be green!"

"May relatives, peace as usual!"

"May the world be peaceful forever!"

……

It seemed to be the battle song of the Great Qin Army, Lin Huang seemed to have heard it vaguely, and it seemed to be a eulogy in honor of the dead gods.

At this moment, everyone in Mingxi City was filled with grief and sadness.

As for the sadness, there is also a kind of passion for forging ahead.

A man is born between heaven and earth, and when he dies, he dies!

But Zhaozhao's spirit will last forever and last forever.

Raw.

For the people of the human race.

dead.

Be the soul of the human race.

Life and death are just a fight on the vast land of yellow sand.

In Mingxi City, the mighty voice accompanied the gods all the way, and didn't stop until the front of the God King Palace.

At the forefront, Qin Zheng stopped.

He turned his head, looked at the people of Mingxi City who were following behind the Great Qin Army, and simply said:
"The human race is so difficult, may all the kings care about the common people of the human race, and their homes and hometowns! If you live, you should be full of vigor, and if you die, you should be proud forever!"

"Qin Zheng is here, thanks to the 23 gods, shed blood for our human race, and fought to the death against all races!"

As he said that, Qin Zheng turned around, facing the God King Hall towering into the sky!

hum.

Hey.

The sound of music between heaven and earth suddenly turned into the sound of ancient chime bells, which was the national sound in ancient times.

It's the sound of the highest standard!

In the next moment, Ming Xilan in plain clothes appeared in front of Qin Zheng. He was facing the Palace of the God King, with his hands in seals, and his whole body was shrouded in mysterious halos.

"The palace of the king of the gods is opened, and the souls of the kings return! I will be blessed by God forever, and I will sleep forever in my hometown!"

(End of this chapter)