Kneel to Me

As night falls, the government has never stopped being busy.

Everyone in the military command and high-level government has held a day-long meeting. From fierce disputes to powerless giving up, everyone has fallen into a heavy emotion.

Mr. Guoshi has calculated that the ghost king will break free from the seal in three days. If the cultivators cannot subdue them, then they will have to take the last resort—they will launch "bad gas bombs".

No one would have imagined that the evil spirit bred by the human heart would condense enough to be able to be turned into a modern "nuclear weapon". Even the ghost king will be swallowed by this evil spirit.

The city where King Ling’s tomb is located—City B will be flooded by the strong evil spirit. The government will try its best to evacuate the people in City B during these three days, but all the vitality of this city will be swallowed by the evil spirit and will remain forever. Can't get close.

Eight million people in City B will lose their homes.

The price is so dear.

…

Tomb of King Ling.

The immortal cultivators with only the last trace of spiritual power left in their bodies retreated, and another group came up.

They sat on the ground, full of vicissitudes.

"Master!" A young disciple ran in after passing the outer checkpoint.

An elder turned his head and looked anxiously, "What are you doing here?! Go back!"

The young disciple's eyes were red, "Master, look, Song Juyao from the Taichu Sword Sect today, she purified the evil spirit of a building with one sword strike!"

The young disciple hurriedly took out his mobile phone, but the master said, "Impossible, even if there are only three floors of a building, the evil spirits in a building cannot be purified by the teacher."

"Really, look, the videos are all here!" the disciple said, but his face suddenly changed, "This is a broken network! Why is the network here so bad, master, wait..."

"There is no internet here! Get out quickly!"

Various weapons have been deployed near King Ling's tomb, the signal is disordered, and the network used by ordinary mobile phones is not available.

"Master, really..."

Not only people from this sect came to talk about Song Juyao, but also people from other sects, some of them also opened the video, but no one believed it.

In the past ten years, the Song family has given everyone the impression that they are dramatists, talking nonsense, making people feel that their brains are not normal. Now even if the video is played in front of them, they subconsciously think that it is a trick to deceive people.

It took less than ten seconds to purify with one sword, which is too exaggerated, she is only 18 years old, and the oldest and most powerful ancestor here cannot be purified in ten seconds, at least it will take half a year. Hours.

"It's okay you guys, this child was spoiled by the family, but she didn't do anything bad, there's no need to send her to die, she's only eighteen years old!" an elder scolded. I think the junior is trying to hurt people.

The juniors are so wronged, aren't they thinking of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, what if Song Juyao is really that powerful? But when the elders said this, they really felt that Song Juyao was lying, and whether this was a drama she had designed in advance.

"boom…"

Suddenly there was a thunder, and the wind was strong.

"what!"

"Come on!"

The people who were transporting spiritual power for the seal yelled, the formation suddenly forcibly sucked their spiritual power! Tough, predatory, and murderous!

The masters who were resting couldn't care less about anything else, they could only stand up immediately to support, and then fell into the vortex where the spiritual power was forcibly sucked away.

They began to vomit blood, some fell to the ground, fell into a coma, went into shock, and even lost their breath.

A master noticed the problem, opened his eyes wide, turned his head and yelled at the juniors: "Don't come, don't come, run! The seal has been broken, this is a trap, King Ling will exhaust our spiritual power We can't hold on any longer, prepare for the bomb! Children, children, run!"

"Master!"

Qin Mei, who had been watching and looking for an opportunity to escape, took the opportunity to grab the few people who were about to rush over, "Don't disappoint the masters, let's get out of here quickly!"

The government meeting had just ended, and news was received that the seal of King Ling's tomb had been broken.

…

Zeng Can's role in this episode is no longer brother-in-law. To be honest, he is afraid to think about playing brother-in-law again. So this time he is the next suzerain of the Xuanling Sect, the gentle elder brother of the Xuanling Sect, who originally planned to make Song Juyao fall in love with him when she joined the Xuanling Sect.

As a result, Song Juyao didn't come to Xuanling School at all, and he was stunned as soon as he came in.

And what he didn't expect was that not long after he came in, he was faced with the situation of becoming an orphan and taking over the position of suzerain.

He was watching netizens' comments on Song Juyao on the Internet, speculating whether Song Juyao really broke the script again, or really pretending to be a ghost, when he was suddenly called to the square of the Xuanling School by the old servant.

In the square, all the disciples of the Xuanling Sect had gathered, and they were all young or injured and unable to go out.

There was a very smooth mirror-like stone standing in front of the square. Before Zeng Can could understand what was going on, the stone glowed and a picture appeared.

It was the tragic situation in the tomb of King Ling.

Zeng Can's mother was in a panic and vomited blood, "Zeng Can, son, from today onwards, you will be in charge of the Xuanling Sect and succeed you as the suzerain. Listen up, disciples of the Xuanling Sect, today, Master and I will return With your senior brothers and sisters, you will dedicate your last bit of spiritual power to the common people in the world, you need to follow our example..."

Before she finished speaking, she vomited another mouthful of blood.

Zeng Can was stunned, and the audience in the live broadcast room of the trial show was stunned. What's going on? ?

"What's going on?" Zeng Can pulled the old servant and asked.

The old servant was in tears, and told Zeng Can everything he knew.

【Wow! ! 】

[There is such a big event happening! 】

[My God, so many people are going to die at the very beginning? 】

[Where is Song Juyao? She is so powerful, why don't these people look for her? ? 】

The audience of the trial show were shocked. In the shadow of the world, something big happened.

…

In the early days of Jianzong, several senior brothers and sisters were gathering in the cafeteria to eat.

The suzerain and the three masters and uncles were sitting in the front row, and the disciples were behind.

Song Juyao sat in the middle, seat C. The dishes in front of her were the most sumptuous, but the seniors were used to it. Anyway, when it was their turn to cook, they would subconsciously put more meat on the junior sister's plate.

No matter how you raise them, they are still so thin.

Song Juyao looked at the plates of the brothers around him, and said helplessly: "Our life will get better in the future, we can eat something good."

The eldest brother is so big, there is not a few pieces of meat on the plate. They have lived in poverty for ten years, but the good times are coming soon.

"It's not getting better. The money my junior sister earns today is going to be repaid to the bank. When our store opens, there will be time to eat well."

"right."

After ten years of retreat and practice, they secretly went out to kill some evil spirits, but they have never performed in front of others, so they still have the outside world's contempt for sword cultivators in their minds. Even with strength, there will still be subconscious fear. Like a shadow, it takes a special eraser to erase it.

There is an old TV set in the cafeteria. The four teachers have to watch the news broadcast while eating every day. The disciples are also used to learning about current affairs at home and abroad while eating.

Not a single piece of news is about the tomb of King Ling.

【Obviously, the government of this world intends to conceal the matter of King Ling's tomb】

[What can I do if I don't hide it? 】

[Song Juyao still eats, still eats, hurry to save the scene, aren't you the best? 】

【Are you sick? What's the matter with her? Have you forgotten what she said during the day when she asked those government officials if they wanted help? 】

[Song Juyao if you have something to do, murderer if you have nothing to do, you guys are awesome]

[So anxious! 】

…

"At this point, the people in City B have no time to transfer, and the evil bomb will be launched immediately. There is no need to announce it to the public, which will increase panic for no reason. When the time comes, it will be covered up by saying that it is a demon attack. You are in City V, and it is still too close to City B. I'm afraid it will be affected, I have sent someone to pick you up, you leave immediately."

Yuan Fei heard the eldest brother say on the phone.

Yuan Fei is 19 years old this year and has just entered university, because he is traveling around the country with his friends during the summer vacation. Listening to his elder brother's words, he held his head restlessly and unacceptably.

"Is there really no other way?"

"This is the last resort, all right, don't talk nonsense outside, I'm off to work." The eldest brother hung up the phone.

Yuan Fei was born in this kind of family, and he also knew that there were many things in history that the authorities did not know about, but this was his first experience.

He felt very painful. Just next door, in another city, more than eight million people were about to suffer. Even if the resulting disease can be cured by medicine, the evil qi will definitely settle and remain in the body, and they are doomed to be weak, sick and disabled.

There are even many people who will die on the spot.

And they don't know anything yet, the mother may be breastfeeding the newborn child, the father is teaching the child to do homework, and the teacher is furious, and the couple is imagining a happy future...

He knows that sometimes there is a trade-off, and a small number of people must be given up for the benefit of the majority.

"Master." Outside the door, someone sent by the elder brother knocked on the door.

"A Fei, let's go." The partners had also been informed by the family, and they carried their luggage and came down.

Yuan Fei closed his eyes, but Song Juyao's eyes suddenly appeared in his mind, his heart beat wildly, and he stood up abruptly, "No! There is still a way! I don't want to give up, maybe Song Juyao has a way? "

"But no one believes that Song Juyao can really do it, and it's already too late, unless Song Juyao can fly!" In the beginning, Jianzong was also in V City, and he couldn't make it to the King Ling's Tomb by car. Now he is going to B City by plane Also banned.

"What if she could really fly?"

The little friend looked at Yuan Fei with an expression on his face that you must be **** insane.

…

In the beginning, Jianzong had a landline, and the landline was available in the cafeteria, hall, and training ground. The reason for this was to avoid missing orders. Although it used to be less than a few times a year, in the past ten years, it was mostly some idle netizens who called to scold Song Juyao.

When the phone rang, they subconsciously thought they were calling again to curse someone.

"Fifteen to pick it up."

"Sixteenth brother go."

"I'm not going, the third senior brother is right next to you, just take it."

"..." The honest and honest third senior brother had no choice but to pick up the microphone.

I was mentally prepared to hang up as soon as I heard a sharp voice, but when I heard something unexpected, the third senior brother was taken aback, and looked at Song Juyao: "Junior sister, you may need to answer this call."

Song Juyao raised her eyebrows, got up and walked over.

After a while, her face changed suddenly, "Got it."

Yuan Fei was taken aback for a moment, and his little friend was asking how it was.

"She, she said she knew."

"Then?"

"Hang up."

What does it mean? Will you make a move? Can you help me? Unbeknownst to Yuan Fei, he had already done the only thing he could do, took a deep breath, got in the car with his friends and left.

Under the night, the disciples of the Taichu Sword Sect drew out their long swords and flew into the sky, flashing across the night sky like a shooting star.

Someone looked up inadvertently, blinked vigorously, and slapped his face, "Did I use my eyes too much?"

"I actually saw someone flying, hahaha, did I eat poisonous mushrooms?" The person drinking on the balcony looked drunkenly at the mushrooms on his plate.

…

"Coordinates N21.11, E61.9, City B, Tomb of King Ling."

"10 seconds countdown to the launch of the evil gas bomb, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

"emission!"

A black missile was launched from the weapon satellite in space and rushed towards King Ling's tomb.

In King Ling's tomb, the last master had also exhausted his spiritual power and fell to the ground.

The light of the seal faded, and everything seemed to be calm.

But in the next second, the tomb exploded, and there was a roar of thousands of troops. It was cold, like soldiers rushing out of the underworld.

But just as the thousands of troops rushed out, the bullets of evil spirits struck head-on.

"boom!"