"Those gods are actually devils! They have only one purpose - to rule the world, whether it is the Great Song Dynasty, the Northern Yuan Dynasty, Annan, or overseas foreign races, they must be subordinated to them! Many righteous people have seen through their hypocrisy and are fighting to the death against them for the sake of the people. The void coughed a few times, and looked into the distance,

"But these people have all lost......" Dong Qiuhong regretted it as soon as he said this, and looked at the void cautiously.

The void was not angry, but looked back solemnly, "Yes, in fact, Grandpa Yue and General Dong Zhong are equivalent to their deaths...... We haven't lost yet, though. Although the loyal and righteous people have sacrificed countless times over the years, they have seen their weaknesses little by little...... If there will be a big change today, many people are waiting for ......"

"What's going to change?"

"There are wars in all the four seas."

Dong Qiuhong choked, she was a little at a loss, she only knew that Dong Zhong was her ancestor, but when she was young, her father was reluctant to mention this great ancestor. Out of curiosity, Dong Qiuhong once secretly turned over some historical materials about Dong Zhong, he was a rare outstanding general in the Great Song Dynasty in the past hundred years, a loyal and righteous man with iron bones, and an object of admiration for the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty in the past hundred years. Until one time, some of the history books she secretly treasured were seen by her father, and her father, who had always been elegant, did it for the first time and slapped her hard, and her mother, who had always been indifferent to her, looked a little more disgusted. After that, she never dared to mention this heroic predecessor again.

Later, her father told her that many of the history books about the deeds of Yue Fei and many famous generals under his command were deliberately falsified pseudo-histories, and then there were stories made up, and she asked her not to read them, and now, she seems to understand a little bit why her father did this.

Dong Qiuhong clenched the knife and booklet in his hand, and swallowed his saliva, "I'm a woman, you ...... Will you accept me? ”

The void shook his head firmly: "Miss Dong, it has nothing to do with men and women, all beings are equal. And most importantly, would you like to join us? This world is too chaotic, once your identity is exposed, it will not be ordinary, it will attract countless open knives and hidden guns, not only you may die, but it may even affect the people around you. We don't blame you if you don't want to. After all, you could have had a peaceful and happy life, but we forcibly involved you. ”

Could have had a peaceful and fulfilling life? Dong Qiuhong silently chewed this sentence in her heart. The knife in his hand suddenly burned, and the blazing heat poured in from the palm of his hand. Dong Qiuhong lowered her head suspiciously, the knife was not in the sheath, and the rust that wrapped the blade of the knife shone with clusters of red light as if it had been scalded, the light was dim, but it was constantly flowing, like a steaming magma hidden under the pitch-black rock, waiting for the moment to erupt.

Dong Qiuhong stared at it calmly, and suddenly thought about what the surging emotions and the blood flowing on the knife were.

It's the undead.

The memories of the ancestors have returned with the blood of the dead. They were in hell, but they didn't give in.

Dong Qiuhong clenched her fist with her hand, wrapping the blade with the most red light in her hand, the rusty edges and corners cut through her white fingers, and the oozing blood beads fell into the flowing red light, and the blade of the knife let out a low roar, as if responding to her from afar.

"The people who fought side by side with General Dong are all heroes, right?" Dong Qiuhong said with a ghostly gesture.

The Void did not hesitate at all, and replied in a silent but powerful voice, "Yes. General Dong's subordinates, on the battlefield, will never give in! ”

He was too old to swear as hard as he had so many years ago to swear to the glory of the blood. The void took a deep breath, strode forward, and pinched the treasure knife hard, the blade shook slightly, responding to him, his body also shook, closed his eyes and chuckled, stroking the rust of his hand, "This is the first time that 'Soul Eater' has responded to me." Is that you? My forefathers, my brothers! You're still there! Even if it is a hundred years, a thousand years, your ashes have flown to all corners of the land of the Great Song Dynasty, but the flowing blood will not stop! Our time is coming to an end, and the rest is left to the children of the next generation! ”

The void knelt down hard, Huo Ran raised his eyes to look at Dong Qiuhong, his eyes were as fierce as red flames, and like lightning tearing through the dark sky, "Child, go forward bravely." Stick this knife in the chests of those demons and bring the blood and souls of your ancestors back to the Great Song Dynasty! On the occasion of my death, with my body and my blood, I salute the hero and swear to the new master of this ancient divine soldier! Loyal to the soul with a naked heart, immortal! ”

Dong Qiuhong stood upright, clutched the knife in his hand, and chanted aloud, "Loyal to the soul with a naked heart, immortal." ”

The last of his strength was exhausted, and the bones in the void seemed to fall apart, and his body sank suddenly, and he fell to the ground with a "bang". Dong Qiuhong wanted to come over to help him, but was stopped by him.

"Life and death are commonplace, and today is my limit. It's late, Miss Dong will take a nap on the soft couch first, and go back as soon as the morning dawns. With this knife, they are all waiting for this moment. The void sat up slowly, closed his eyes, and faced the Buddha.

In the face of the dying old man, she bowed deeply with great respect. She looked at the old monk's side face through the heavy lights, the excitement just now seemed to be just a return to the light, his face at this time was as pale as ashes, his cheeks were slightly sunken, his bones were thin and protruding, and he was lightly attached to a layer of skin, only a pair of dark eyes were heavy and looked at the Buddha statue, like a silent wind entrenched in the mountains and forests.

No one speaks anymore.

The rain was sleeting with snow, quietly, and the thick dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the rain was as fine as a needle, falling densely on the top of the temple, sliding down the eaves, dripping on the ground, converging into a stream, flowing in all directions, silently moistening the earth. The withered bamboos all over the mountain swayed gently with the sound of wind and rain, vigorous and sonorous.

"The old host said that I have a Buddha fate, but I am not dedicated to Buddha. But my heart is occupied by killing, Buddha, you shouldn't temper people like me......" The shadow cast by the light at the bottom also swayed with the shadow of the bamboo leaves, and the light and shadow alternated on the monk's face, wandering, "The void is willing to fall into the infernal hell, but please Buddha, bless my comrades." ”

Never before had the monk felt so calm. He folded his hands on his chest and looked reverently towards the Buddha statue.

The thin threads that strung the rosary were suddenly cracked, and countless beads fell with a bang and scattered on the ground.

The bell of the ancient temple rang, long and long, through the mountain stream, through the wind and rain, through the thousands of miles of clouds, circling and echoing between heaven and earth.