Thousands of people chant the name of Guilin at the foot of Guilin Mountain.

On the mountain of Guilin, quiet and far-reaching, the fog locks the clouds deeply, except for the birds and beasts that pop out from time to time in the mountain, there are no people.

The narrow winding mountain road with no end in sight, it seems that no one has walked for many years, and the rocks piled up into the road are covered with dead branches and moss, which is very defeated.

At the end of the mountain road, a figure finally walked down slowly.

The agitated crowd suddenly fell silent.

When they move, the crowd is neat and powerful, and when they are quiet, they are clean and neat.

There are thousands of them, they come from all over the country and gather at the foot of the mountain, they have no organization, they have no leader, but they are tens of thousands of people.

Like Twenty Luo, they are all people who have experienced the pain of slavery, or who have seen the pain of slavery, and who deeply hate the lies of the Book of Heaven, so they have a common ideal and dream, and they are bound to break the cage of the false book of the Book of Heaven.

Therefore, they don't need an organization, but they are more organized than any organization, they have a common voice in their hearts, they only need a look to know what to do with each other, and they have a tacit understanding more than a husband and wife who have been together for many years.

In the eyes of the world, they are a group of betrayers of the Book of Heaven, outcasts of the Book of Heaven, and a very small group of fanatical believers.

The response of the three major forces, in silence, made tens of millions of Guilin locals in a corner of peace, which seemed to fundamentally break the foundation of Guilin.

But in the whole world, there is always a group of people who are not afraid of death, a group of people who still have the most innocent power in their hearts.

This group of people is crazy in the eyes of the world

This group of madmen is only a small part of the world.

Because there are very few, they are the most fanatical, the most crazy, the least afraid of death, and the most daring to give everything they have.

There were men, women, young people, and old men. There are weak people who can't get into it, and there are strong people who have already entered the holy world or even hidden gods.

But they don't feel like they're high or low with each other.

Everyone is equal in the face of a common goal.

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The town at the foot of Guilin Mountain, called Xixiao Town, has a population of 3,000, but the eaves, streets and alleys of each house are empty, and there is no sound.

Because they gathered at the foot of Guilin Mountain together with tens of thousands of believers who had come from afar.

Walking down the mountain path was a young man who looked like a scholar. The young man was dressed in a somewhat old robe, and his black hair was meticulously combed and neatly tied. The young man was not in a hurry or impatient, and walked slowly from the mountain road, like a spring breeze.

Residents who have lived at the foot of Guilin Mountain for many years know that this is Cangsheng's sixth apprentice, Huo Zhong, the sixth Mr. in the world.

There are not many apprentices in Guilin Mountain, so the people who live at the foot of the mountain know this group of apprentices very well.

Senior sister Yu Tong only likes to fight on Ambiguous Island and doesn't care about people;

The second senior brother Jiang Kong is honest and silent, except for cooking, sweeping the floor with a broom and watching the house, he doesn't care much about the world;

The third senior brother Feng Su won't mention it, he is a drunkard who can only go crazy when he has nothing to do.

The fourth senior brother Mu Yi is a big fat man who only likes to eat and drink, but he wants to lose weight, so he always likes to run after eating and drinking.

The fifth senior brother Chen Ergou only likes to play eagle fighting dogs, and he likes to go to the beast forest to dig birds' nests when he has nothing to do.

As for the remaining female apprentices, they are all fun-loving, and they usually mingle with the people in the town of Qixiao.

And there is only the sixth apprentice, Huo Zhong, who is the least like Cangsheng's apprentice.

This person is mature and steady, gentle and elegant, and makes people feel like a spring breeze, and he is the most respected figure in the town of Yixiao.

The residents of Yixiao Town almost frantically believe in Mr. Six, and in recent days, under the propaganda of the residents of Yixiao Town, tens of thousands of people at the foot of the mountain now have a very good impression of Mr. Six.

It is believed that as long as Mr. Six comes down, then there will definitely be a very perfect solution to the matter.

The people at the foot of the mountain stood quietly like this, waiting for Huo Zhong to come slowly from the top of the mountain until he stood in front of the world.

Tens of thousands of people gathered at the foot of the mountain, quiet as death, and they waited for Six to speak because they respected her.

Mr. Six just watched the crowd quietly and didn't say a word, because he was very patient.

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The purpose of Twenty Luo coming to Guilin Mountain is very clear, and he believes that the people who come here from thousands of miles away have a very clear goal. They all hope that Guilin will become a country as soon as possible, and lead them from Guilin Mountain to the Instrument Spirit Kingdom as soon as possible, breaking the nightmare that this cursed land has brought to the world, and even breaking the lies of the Book of Heaven.

As a woman who has been enslaved and freed, and who has suffered countless hardships, she hopes more than anyone that this day will come as soon as possible.

A day late, even if it is an hour or a second late, will increase the number of enslaved people, and it will also make the enslaved people suffer for one more second.

More than anyone else, she hated the pain of enslavement.

In the eyes of the vast majority of people in the Instrument Spirit Country, Guilin Mountain Cangsheng is a big devil, a group of apprentices on Guilin Mountain are scoundrels who are wandering, and the little emperor of Guilin is just a Diao Min who has a broken soul and sits in a well and watches the sky and does not ascend to the elegant hall.

Twenty Lo respected and believed in them immensely.

Simply because, Guilinshan and she share the same belief and refuse to enslave.

As for the Emperor of Guilinshan, who is only fourteen years old, can he lead them to break the slavery and break the lies of the Book of Heaven?

As for how Guilin will be organized in the future, and in what way will it fight?

For Twenty Luo, for this group of people at the foot of the mountain, it doesn't matter.

Twenty Luo looked at Mr. Guilin Shanliu, who was silent in front of the crowd, desperately trying to control the frenzy in his heart.

He was looking forward to the day for hundreds of years.

Now, the most promising person to lead them is standing in front of them.

Twenty Luo very much hopes that he will raise his arms and lead them, from now on, from this moment, from the foot of Guilin Mountain, to burn the flame of hope that breaks the lies of the Book of Heaven into the distance.

Even if it's just a bonfire, even if it's going to be destroyed before it's even lit.

But at least, a flame has been lit, it has shone brightly.

At the foot of the mountain, thousands of men and women stood firm, clenched their fists, and stared at Mr. Shanliu of Guilin with fanatical eyes, just like countless people looking at their emperor, without the slightest sound, only the wild wind of the wasteland raging, blowing and hunting on the clothes of thousands of people.

Guilin Shanliu Mr. Huo Zhong, like a general patrolling the soldiers, stood with his hands in his hands, confidently and calmly scanning the crowd, his eyes moving so slowly that he seemed to be trying to remember everyone's face.

Twenty Luo desperately held back his heartbeat.

Because Mr. Six's gaze finally moved to her face, as it moved to everyone's face, and then moved away after a moment.

But Twenty Luo was never so excited in his heart.

He saw a pair of eyes that were calm and full of strength like a spring breeze, and a pair of eyes that were as calm as a lake, but implied countless turbulent waves.

A pair of convincing eyes.

Twenty Luo clenched her fists nervously, her heart was beating faster and faster, her lips were a little dry, and she felt a little phlegm in her throat.

She has always been more introverted, rarely shows her head, does not like to speak, and in the crowd, she is always the inconspicuous one.

"Please ask the monarch of Guilin to guide us. But somewhere she got the courage, she cried out.

Because of nervousness, her voice was a little hoarse, her tone was a little light, and her sentences were incoherent, and even a little trembling.

Her voice was not loud, but it was amplified countless times in the 10,000-person wasteland that was as calm as death.

Countless people's eyes looked over, including Mr. Six's.