Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

That night, there was a vision in the capital.

Historians recorded that in the thirty-sixth year of Yuan Lu, on the ninth day of the third lunar month, there was fire in the south, and the night was as bright as day.

Such a change has swept the world, and all the experts felt it.

"Nan Ming is away from the fire, and the big star is lonely. I'm afraid this is not a good thing."

In the middle of the night, Huo Tiandu stood on the undulating city wall like a long dragon, looking at the starry sky, his eyes gleamed.

"The general trend of the world has changed in thirty-three years, the sky has moved, and the times are destined to change."

Li Zangfeng came out of the night, hunting in clothes and robes, with an indescribable demeanor.

He is like a sword, just standing there, Qi can control the universe.

"Who is the hero from ancient times, I only see Dizhong Mo with a white head." Huo Tiandu murmured.

Back then, when the Daoshan Association was born, the previous king of the Yuan Dynasty was born, and the mayfly sword art shook the world.

The White Snake Immortal alone faced the three thousand Tsing Yi of the Taoist Sect, climbed to the top of the mountain, and inherited the throne of the Demon King.

When Lei Zhu was alive, the Nine Heavens Profound Tribulation terrified the world, and achieved the prestige of the Nine Gods Pillars.

...

The tide rises, the times change, and I don't know how many heroes have fallen and how many stars have risen.

On the rivers and lakes, the tide is rising, and the waves before them are silent.

Huo Tiandu, Li Zangfeng and the others were also dressed in fresh clothes and angry when they were young.

Today, they have already achieved fame, standing at the highest point.

Years rolled by, and they sat at the top, watching the latecomers come from the sky, just like when they were young.

The older generation is lonely and secluded, and the new era is the independent leader, sweeping the world.

This world is so changing, from generation to generation.

rumbling...

There was a muffled sound in the sky, and on the southern edge, the fiery red that only the strongest could see became brighter and brighter, like a blazing fire, infecting the sky.

Huo Tiandu's complexion changed slightly. He was the national teacher of the dynasty. He was in charge of the dragon and tiger secret technique.

Such a vision is too abnormal, and the world is moving. There must be a great event, which has far-reaching influence and involves the luck of the past and the present.

"It's not right, it's very wrong, my brows are jumping, it seems to be a bad omen." Huo Tiandu's brows frowned into the word "chuan".

In recent days, his luck is indeed not good. For the matter of Zhenlushan, he broke his leg and wandered around, adding fuel to the flames, or yin or yang just barely suppressed it.

Now, that uneasy feeling is back, and stronger.

"Don't worry, in the land of Gyeonggi, under the feet of the emperor, no storm can blow here." Li Zangfeng said with relief.

"I hope so." Huo Tiandu hesitated for a while, then nodded.

"No, the ancestral tomb of Longhu Mountain has been taken over."

At this moment, a rapid roar came from a distance, shaking the capital and echoing the night sky.

Before he finished speaking, Huo Tiandu staggered and almost fell from the city wall.

The facial features of the current national teacher were gradually distorted, and unprecedented horror and horror filled his eyes after the vicissitudes of life.

He turned his head abruptly and looked at Li Zangfeng, who was also stunned, and a nameless fire erupted.

"What did you do? You master and apprentice can't catch me and kill me alone!?"

Huo Tiandu almost rushed in front of Li Zangfeng, the heavy breath was like a dragon and a tiger, and the runes on the city wall flickered, and a mottled glow appeared.

"Calm down, this matter has absolutely nothing to do with Zhou Dao." Li Zangfeng said decisively.

That is the ancestral tomb of Longhu Mountain, where the great powers of all dynasties are buried. Even the masters of Longhu Mountain cannot easily enter it, let alone Zhou Dao?

Take ten thousand steps back and say, even if he goes in, so what?

Today's Zhou Dao is not at the Yuanyuan Realm, so how can he push down the Ping An Ruins?

There are buried the ancestors of Longhu Mountain in the past dynasties, imprinted on the gods, and contain unparalleled power, not to mention Yuanyuan, even if a strong man like Huo Tiandu makes a shot, he may not be able to push it down.

Huo Tiandu listened and calmed down instantly. Li Zangfeng was right.

My heart was messed up, and I thought of Zhou Dao, chewing it carefully, it was indeed absurd.

"I was confused by the matter of Zhenlushan." Huo Tiandu shook his head.

This matter really does not involve Zhou Dao's head.

"No, after such a big incident, I have to go back to Longhu Mountain."

Huo Tian's face was ugly. His seniority was placed there, and the tomb of the gods was annihilated. In any case, he had to go back and find out.

At this moment, Li Zangfeng reached out his hand and landed on his shoulder.

"You shouldn't go back at this time."

"why?"

"With such a change, the world will change. I reckon that the director of the five parties should enter the capital." Li Zangfeng whispered.

"Master Wufang..." Huo Tiandu's expression was slightly condensed, and the thought of wanting to leave gradually subsided.

Daqin established the country for three thousand years, and Yu Yaosi also inherited it for three thousand years.

Three thousand years of time, a huge number of factions and branches have been derived. Except for the highest combat power of the [Nine God Pillars], the five-party chief has almost the highest power in the Yuyao Division.

They are divided into five parties, each has its own forum, and has an independent inheritance and promotion system.

To a certain extent, the five party chiefs are equivalent to the frontier officials set up by the Yuyao Division.

They ruled the five directions, and the Demon Slayer Guards in their hands totaled 500,000 people, even more than the Chief of Yuyao Division.

Every three years, the head of the five parties will come to Beijing to report on his duties.

At that time, the contemporary director set up a feast to entertain the five party directors, named [Shan Hai Banquet].

This is also a major event in the history of Yu Yaosi.

Longhu Mountain has undergone such a big change, and the King of Yuan has already appeared in this world.

This year, the director of the five parties is afraid that he will go to Beijing ahead of schedule.

"The rain is about to come, and the capital is going to be lively again."

Huo Tiandu stood on the wall and muttered softly.

Under the moonlight, the undulating city wall looks like a big dragon, and it stretches like night.

...

Pingjiang City.

Outside the Wild Donkey Hutong, a group of women with heavy makeup and loose long skirts and clothes, showing a little pale, waving silk scarves stained with fragrant powder in their hands to attract guests.

Not far away, many coolies, beggars, and homeless people stopped, grinning, babbling, enjoying the free spring scenery in front of them, and a hearty battle was already in their minds.

They really want to come forward, embrace left and right, and be like emperors all night, but they have no money in their pockets.

"Master, do you want to play? Is it expensive to live?"

A plump woman showed off with all her might, even with a thick layer of rouge gouache, it couldn't hide the lines at the corners of her eyes.

There were no guests at this hour, so he said that he would turn on the white lights tonight, the pavilion was empty, and there was no income.

Not to mention that the next day's food was not available, and that he would be scolded by the prostitute.

This is the case in this business. The flesh business consumes youth and eats his own body.

Once old and fading, the living space will be squeezed by the newcomers, and there is no other way but to sell at a low price.

Even so, it is common to light white lights and keep empty rooms.

dong dong dong...

Right at this moment, there was a loud beating.

Uncle Xu walked slowly from the corner with a wooden clapper in his hand. Around his waist was a bag of cowhide, which contained braised dog meat, no more or no less, just three taels, just enough to drink a pot.

"Good brine, eighty-seven kinds of spices are used. The recipe was tricked from the chef of Jiuyangfang."

There was an old voice coming from the tea house next to it.

Uncle Xu stopped abruptly and turned to look.

In the cold tea house, there was only an old man sitting in the anxious place. He wore a square scarf and a wide robe. He was the concierge of Ping'an Town, Uncle Qin.

"Unexpectedly, we haven't seen each other in twenty years."

Uncle Xu narrowed his eyes, seeing the old man, without any surprise on his face, he walked over slowly.

"Twenty years? Is it that long?" Uncle Qin shook his head.

"Maybe there is, but you are at ease."

Uncle Xu put down what he was doing and opened the kraft paper. The juicy dog ​​meat exuded a tangy fragrance, which attracted the beggars in the distance to look away from the girls.

"Hey, you're not the same. Hiding in Ping'an Town and watching that kid."

As he spoke, Uncle Xu picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup, but the aroma of wine burst into his nostrils.

"I haven't tasted the wine in the palace for many years."

Uncle Xu took a drink, his face full of reminiscence and intoxication.

"That kid is good now, so I don't need to watch it anymore." Uncle Qin directly picked up a piece of dog meat with his hands, 30% fat and 70% thin, put it in his mouth and chewed it gently.

"Rolling the fragrant meat, the immortals can't stand steady... It's really a bit of a taste."

"Hey, speaking of which, the dog next to the little guy is now in the Great Demon Realm. It's the most suitable for hot pot, that taste..." Uncle Xu smacking his mouth, his face full of yearning.

"The best in the world."

"The dog legs of the demon king in Boyue Cave were really fragrant, I really miss it." Uncle Qin was also hooked out as a greedy worm.

"Aren't you here just to eat dog meat?"

With his fingers like chopsticks, Mr. Xu picked up two pieces of meat and put them in his mouth.

"Longhu Mountain has undergone great changes."

"There is something different in the sky, so it turns out that something happened to Longhu Mountain?" Uncle Xu's eyes narrowed slightly.

From his realm, it is natural to see that the world has changed, but he never thought that this variable would fall on Longhushan's head.

"What? Mijueluo broke the realm? Or is their ancient well unable to hold things down?"

Uncle Xu sneered and picked up a piece of fat and thin meat.

"The tomb of the Dragon Tiger Mountain was flattened."

As soon as the words fell, Uncle Xu's old palm shook slightly, and the piece of fragrant meat fell on the table, and then bounced out and fell to the ground.

"What? The ancestral tomb of Longhu Mountain was dug up?" Uncle Xu looked suspicious, not even caring about the piece of dog meat that fell to the ground.

"It's not that it was hacked, it's just gone." Uncle Qin looked solemn.

"Strange thing, what the **** did Longhu Mountain do, and the ancestral tombs are gone?" Uncle Xu's heart was agitated.

The Ping An Ruins was built by the ancestor of Longhu Mountain, and it is a mysterious place.

In today's world, who has such energy to move that sacred tomb! ?

"Longhu Mountain is about to explode," Xu said in a deep voice.

"But who is it?"

"This is a strange thing, maybe that old thing Mijueluo will come out of the mountain." Uncle Qin said solemnly.

"Mijueluo, his cultivation level can be as high as the top five in the world..." Uncle Xu's eyes almost condensed into a seam.

How high is the realm of the headmaster of Longhu Mountain?

There are only a handful of people in the world who can challenge him.

If he really made a move, it would be really difficult for the world to be peaceful as soon as he used his whole body.

"It really is a mess." Uncle Xu stood up with a heavy expression on his face.

Even if it is him, if it is against that person, I am afraid that he will not be able to get anything cheap.

"I didn't come to you for this." Uncle Qin glanced and said lightly.

"I understand what you mean." Uncle Xu nodded.

Now that King Yuan has left, Mijueluo may also walk out of the mountain gate, and the world is here, so...

"It's time for the director of Wufang to come to Beijing." Uncle Xu murmured softly.

"When they entered the capital, the identity of the little guy Yuan Wang couldn't be suppressed." Uncle Qin looked up and seemed to have deep meaning.

If it wasn't for the fact that the five party chiefs would enter the capital, he would not have come to Pingjiang City to meet this old man.

"It's been a long time since I returned to the capital."

Uncle Xu sighed, leisurely like the wind, and the guy who was playing in front of him turned into dust and disappeared.

...

Late at night.

On Longhu Mountain, a blaze shot into the sky, and the fierce sword energy filled the air.

For Longhu Mountain, this day was like thunder on a sunny day, shaking up and down, and the monstrous anger could not be suppressed.

Many masters who retreated have broken through, and they will run to Ping'an Ruins to find out.

You must know that it is a holy place where ancestors of all dynasties are buried.

Longhushan disciples regard being buried in Ping'an Ruins after death as their greatest achievement and glory. Seniors like Chen Zhuofeng and Hong Longxiang have inspired many latecomers.

It is a place of pilgrimage, the highest temple of monasticism.

But now, it is not there, and I do not know how to erase it from this world.

For all Longhushan disciples, this is an unbearable burden.

Ascension Hall, fragrant and fragrant, enshrines the word "heaven and earth".

On both sides of the majestic hall stood two pillars soaring to the sky, each carved with the shape of a dragon and a tiger.

At this moment, a thin figure stood in front of the word "Heaven and Earth", with a robe hanging down on the ground, with a childlike face.

"Headmaster, the Ping An Ruins are gone, how are you..."

Beside him, a middle-aged Taoist priest with white temples said urgently.

"Understood, I ordered to go on, starting today, Longhu Mountain will close the mountain gate, and no disciples will come out."

"What?" The middle-aged Taoist priest was taken aback, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

The sacred place of Longhu Mountain, Ping'an Ruins inexplicably disappeared, but as the headmaster, he actually ordered the mountain to be closed?

"Headmaster..." The middle-aged Taoist became anxious.

"Go back!" Mijueluo whispered, his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest.

The middle-aged Taoist looked stunned, gave a big salute, turned around and exited the hall.

The fragrance is lingering, and the word "heaven and earth" is set off more and more nihilistic.

"When peace is finally over, the dragon and tiger will return to the world!" Mijueluo murmured.

"The Ancestor's verses come true, and I finally waited for this day..."

"The future of Longhu Mountain..."

Mijueluo sighed lightly~www.readwn.com~ In the incense that lingered, the golden light flickered and turned into the characters of dragon and tiger.

...

On this day, the world shook.

The annihilation of the sacred tomb of Longhu Mountain, which shocked all directions, and the closure of Longhu Mountain, even attracted the attention of experts from all over the world.

All parties are inquiring, wanting to find out the truth of the incident.

Just like that, half a month passed.

On this day, the sun was hanging high, and at the headquarters of the Yuyao Division, a goshawk flew over and landed in the Xun Pavilion.

Wang Xuanzhi took out the letterhead from the goshawk's leg and opened it, a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

"What's wrong?" Ma Yinglong asked behind him.

"Zhou Dao has returned to Beijing."

Wang Xuanyi raised his hand, and the letterhead turned into a mass of flames, burning scorchingly.