Valkyrie Storm

Chapter 2000

Everyone was assigned tasks, and Tang Yan was no exception. He shouldered a very heavy task——Lingyuanye.

He needs to refine all the corpses hoarded in the three areas of Zhanmeng into spiritual source liquid.

All the disciples who died in the Zhanmeng had been separated and buried in the Heroic Tomb, leaving the corpses of the royal family, the demon realm, and the prisoners and corpses of the Pangu clan. There are more than 1000 million, a huge number, which can be called the lost war The best in the world for thousands of years.

It also contains many special powerhouses, such as semi-holy and holy realms.

These all require special treatment, and may not necessarily be refined into spiritual source liquid, such as the fire unicorn, and the Bailian Heipeng captured alive.

However, Tang Yan was not in a hurry to smelt the spirit source liquid. His body was very weak, and he needed to use the blood soul tree to recuperate for another ten and a half months before he could concentrate on this huge project.

It just so happens that the demon spirits need some blood essence and souls, so they select some special monsters from the corpses of monsters, especially demon venerables, semi-saints, and even demon saints, and carefully select some monsters to absorb blood essence and souls. In the future, it will be brought back to the demon spirit clan for the awakening of the new generation.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for millions of monster corpses.

The demon spirit clan will not easily allow Tang Yan to refine all of them into spirit source liquid.

Therefore, during the ten days, it was not only Tang Yan's self-cultivation, but also the selection of "boutiques" by the demon spirit clan.

Seventh day after the high-level meeting.

Tang Yan left the retreat site and walked out of the Temple of Heaven without disturbing anyone, and deliberately avoided everyone. Under the night and rain, he walked towards the newly built "Heroic Soul Tomb" with a heavy heart '.

After seven days, he finally mustered up the courage to face it.

The Heroic Soul Tomb is located in the south of the Central Sacred Mountain. Because Zhanmeng has too many disciples who died in battle, Zhanmeng really can't afford so many cemeteries, so each tomb is close to each other, which is a bit crowded.The larger tombs are named after "groups", that is, thousands of corpses are buried under each tomb, but all the names are engraved on the corresponding stone tablets, and no one is omitted.

Even so, tens of thousands of new graves were still built in the Heroic Soul Cemetery, which were tightly attached to each other.

Under the rain, in the darkness, the tomb was covered with a cold tulle, lonely, lonely, not a bit desolate.

Countless undead are sleeping, and they seem to be silently recalling their vivid lives.

Countless corpses lay silent on the soil, and they seemed to be staring at the sky desolately.

The atmosphere here...is too heavy...so heavy that it's suffocating.

The time and space here seem to be frozen, independent of the world, entering here is like walking into a corner of hell.

The light rain patters, the tomb is lonely, and the stele is cold.

Tang Yan stood on the edge of the tomb for a long time. The "darkness and coldness" and "solitude and desolation" inside the tomb, like a thin mist, floated silently, drowning his body and eroding his soul.

He was sentimental, and he was even more afraid. He thought he was ready, but at this moment, his heart felt cold and he dared not move forward.

400 million lives, 400 million... 400 million... too many familiar people... They all died because of the Zhanmeng, because of... themselves...buried in this foreign land, sleeping in this cold place underground.

On the contrary, Tang Yan wished that he was still young and still had the same stubborn personality as before, but... he watched quietly, staring at those cold tombstones.

In a trance, the endless lonely soul in the tomb also opened his eyes, staring at him through the tombstone.

The confrontation between yin and yang is desolate, lonely and bitter.

I don't know when, Tang Yan unknowingly took steps, and slowly walked into the tomb of the heroic soul, his fingertips gently slid across the cold stone tablets, and caressed each familiar name .

Every light touch, every lingering, brings a stabbing pain in the heart.

It used to be a fresh life, with glorious experiences, its own life, relatives and friends, just a battle, and turned into a lifeless corpse, the past, all sealed in the cold tombstone.

Life is sometimes so fragile, so powerless.

Grandma Ji, Lao Lao, Third Fire, Harpy, and the five martial sages in Linzhong Village, Tang Yan had very little communication with them, but no matter whether it was Grandma Ji, Third Fire, Nian The elders have all helped Tang Yan, and they have talked and laughed face to face. Whether it is the harpies or the martial saints in Linzhong Village, they all died for the Zhanmeng.

How much effort and bitterness did they put in to advance to the holy realm?But everything ended in the war.

Tang Yan stood in front of the tomb of Nine-tailed Tmall. The tombstone was covered with a snow-white fleece, which was already soaked in the rain.He is very familiar with this fleece, it is the one Yueying loves, and it is also a gift from Nine-tailed Tmall to celebrate her new life.

Watching quietly, standing in a daze.

Tang Yan's eyes were hazy, and his heart was bitter. It should be Yueying who came.

For a long time, Yueying refused to recognize each other, Nine-tailed Tmall did not dare to force, and even had not had much communication. They were estranged and unfamiliar with each other, but when the mother died, the family relationship with blood thicker than water was bound to be unraveled Daughter's dusty memory.

It's a pity that Nine-tailed Tmall can't see all of this, and it's impossible for Moon Shadow to call her mother face to face.

Moon Shadow has the misery of reincarnation, and has experienced the transformation of different fates, but every reincarnation is reborn. For Nine-Tailed Lynx, it is not a torment, the same misery and rebirth.

How sad and lonely this great sage who was once known as the Mountain of Beasts was in his later years.

Tang Yan knelt in front of the stone stele of Nine-Tailed Tmall, bowed her head and kowtowed to the titular mother-in-law... to rest in peace and to say farewell.

Zhenzhong sent a guarantee that he would protect Yueying with his own life and accompany her through all the ups and downs of life.

Tang Yan started from the first tomb, bowed, remained silent, mourned, repeated, repeated, for every sacrificed life, for every buried tomb.

From the front end of the tomb, not a single tomb fell.

He mourned every tomb and mourned every life.

Now Zhanmeng is busy up and down, and everyone really can't spare time to remember, but they have the heart but are powerless, so they can only be replaced by Tang Yan himself.

Tang Yan took the place of the entire Zhanmeng, exhorted the dead to have peace, and sent the undead to respect.

On behalf of all the survivors, I would like to say thanks to the millions of heroic spirits who died, and say a word of peace to the countless corpses buried underground.

Tang Yan bowed step by step, bowing and mourning.

The tomb was quiet, even more speechless at this moment, as if countless innocent souls were watching him quietly.

The light rain soaked the stone tablet and the ground, also soaked Tang Yan's long-haired clothes, soaked the soil under his feet, soaked his eyes, and blurred his vision.

When Tang Yan's fingertips brushed Yin Xiyue's tombstone, tears could no longer hold back his eyes, as if something was blocked in his throat and chest, making him uncomfortable.

And when Tang Yan appeared in front of the little golden monkey's tombstone, his heart ached and he knelt down in the mud with trembling knees, pressing his lips hard, but couldn't stop the tears from pouring down like rain.

He wanted to hold back, he wanted to restrain himself, but he hugged the tombstone unknowingly, and pasted its name on his face in a trance, Tang Yan was distressed in tears and choked up in a haze.

The encounter in the Dayan Mountains, the frolicking in the ancient land of Canglan, the madness of the Eternal Beast Mountain, the past is like the wind, one scene after another, flashing across the mind, but what it brings is endless bitterness, it is more like a knife cutting through the heart, dripping with blood , The stinging pain was unbearable.

"Wow!" Tang Yan endured it for a long time, but instead wept, tears mixed with rain, moistening his cheeks.

He was like a child, crying and crying hoarsely.

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were released at this moment.

There was no one around, the tomb was quiet, only his crying echoed desolately in the rain.

The friendship between Tang Yan and Jinhou is the truest, the deepest, the strongest and the most intimate.

Although they didn't continue to fight side by side due to various reasons in the later stage, their feelings for each other have always been there and buried in their hearts.It wasn't that Tang Yan didn't want to take the golden monkey with him anymore, it wasn't that he ignored its existence, it was that the golden monkey was weaker, and the dangers Tang Yan experienced were too terrifying, and if he was not careful, he might be doomed.

Bringing the golden monkey with you is killing it.

The golden monkey has also been working hard, growing, and being tempered by the undead phoenix.I am infinitely looking forward to squatting on Tang Yan's shoulders again one day in the future, screaming again, cheering and moving again, fighting side by side, and proud of the world.

However, everything came to an abrupt end in this battle.

All expectations, all dreams, will become bitter memories.

"……what……"

Tang Yan burst into tears, opened his mouth wide, choked up and cried bitterly. He hugged the tombstone tightly, like a child, hugging...holding...the hard tombstone with his fingernails tightly, wringing out blood, soaked in the rain Cross the name of the golden monkey.

How much I want to hear its voice again, how much I want to hear that "squeaky" playfulness, how much I want to stroke its smooth hair again.

(End of this chapter)