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Chapter 1315 A Song of Gift to the Red Dust

Gu Hengsheng just told the storyteller about the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain Range, and asked the storyteller to bring a message to the patriarch of the Blood Moon Wolf Clan. As for the others, Gu Hengsheng didn't tell them, so as not to leak the news.

Once it is known by all forces and directly sets up an ambush on the road leading to the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain Range, then the Blood Moon Wolf Clan will have no room to turn over.

Therefore, Gu Hengsheng just told the Vermilion Bird Clan and the others to escort the Blood Moon Wolf Clan to the Twenty-Fifth Heaven, and the rest was not much to say.

For powerful cultivators, the distance of thousands of miles is just a few breaths. For the current Blood Moon Wolf Clan, it is a place of hope, and the suffering is incomparable.

The Ten Thousand Burial Mountains are filled with death.

From a distance, there were dozens of figures outside the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain Range. The leader was a man dressed in a white robe, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were flat, so that people could not see what he was thinking.

"Mr. Nine!"

Someone said the identity of the man in white.

Naturally, the dozens of people who followed Gu Hengsheng were the young Tianjiao who followed him.

The Blood Moon Wolf Clan stumbled to the entrance of the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain Range, and they glanced around, with a look of despair.

With Mr. Nine and the dozens of Tianjiao under his command, they couldn't protect the Blood Moon Wolf Clan at all.

"Rotten, thank you, sir."

The patriarch understood the righteousness, and took the lead in walking in front of Gu Hengsheng and bowed down.

Regardless of whether he can live today or not, Gu Hengsheng's kindness to the Blood Moon Wolf Clan is real.

"Meet the sir!"

The Blood Moon Werewolf saluted one after another, calling from the bottom of his heart.

That's it, life and death are fate, maybe this is the fate of my Blood Moon Wolf Clan!

has been able to live until now, but it still depends on the ability of Mr.

I thought that the Ten Thousand Burial Mountains had a glimmer of life, but now it seems that it is just a different burial ground.

"Ask Xue, you dead girl, why are you here?"

In the crowd of the Blood Moon Wolf Clan, there was a middle-aged woman who saw the wolf girl beside Gu Hengsheng and rushed out and wailed.

Zhu Wenxue looked at her relatives and immediately hugged the middle-aged woman, pear blossoms with rain.

The clansmen looked at Zhu Wenxue with mixed emotions. If it weren't for Zhu Wenxue sneaking out, the Blood Moon Wolf Clan would not have been exposed to the eyes of the world, let alone today's misery.

However, even if Zhu Wenxue does not escape, it will not be long before the world finds out.

The hidden prohibition of the Thousand Veins Canyon is getting weaker and weaker, and it is useless for the strong people in the clan to bless it, and it will not last long. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have let Zhu Wenxue, who was a Dao realm cultivator, sneak out.

Therefore, no one blames Zhu Wenxue, but more pity this girl.

The Blood Moon Wolf Clan is sparsely populated, and there are few internal struggles. They would not attribute the source of the catastrophe to Zhu Wenxue, so they could only sigh: "This is fate!" ”

After a while, tens of thousands of people fell around the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain Range, eyeing each other.

For Gu Hengsheng, the forces of all parties were still a little afraid, and they did not act immediately. Anyway, the Blood Moon Wolf Clan has no way to escape, so there is no hurry.

Gu Hengsheng glanced coldly at the powerhouses of all parties, and was indifferent.

"Sword Immortal!"

With a knife on his back, seven people were killed in the battle, and only sixteen people remained. They carried a knife on their backs, a corpse on their backs, and a faith that had been held on for countless years.

"The concubine thought that Mr. wouldn't come out."

The proprietress of the Red Dust Inn looked at Gu Hengsheng with resentful eyes, her long skirt was stained with blood, and most of them belonged to the enemy.

"Little Hengsheng." Dao Gu has several extremely striking wounds on her body, and she doesn't know how many battles she has experienced.

The Suzaku clan and the others and the old woman of the Desperate Sea bowed and saluted without saying a word. Now that they have come, they have no intention of returning alive. As long as Gu Hengsheng said a word, even if it was a bloody starry sky, so what's the matter?

However, the living dead in the ancient tomb are very calm, and for him, this is just a repayment of a favor. In the meantime, the ancient tomb has nothing to do with Gu Hengsheng.

If Gu Hengsheng wants to find the ancient tomb to help in the future, it depends on the mood of the ancient tomb man and whether Gu Hengsheng can come up with something that impresses him.

"Heavenly boy, dead."

The old madman flipped his hand in the air, and there was an extra wine jug. He took a big sip, very heartily, but a gloomy color flashed in his eyes.

With that, the old madman waved his sleeves, and the storyteller's body fell in front of Gu Hengsheng.

The left half of the storyteller's body was shattered, there was a bloody hole in the center of his eyebrows, and his robe was stained with blood.

Vaguely, Gu Hengsheng saw a smile on the corner of the storyteller's mouth.

Gu Hengsheng seemed to understand the meaning of the smile on the corner of the storyteller's mouth, and there were waves in his eyes, and he sighed in his heart.

"Sir, the old man advises you, so let's leave it at that! The fate of the Blood Moon Wolf Clan was decided hundreds of thousands of years ago, so why bother? ”

Although Zhu Qiang knew that the exhortation was useless, he still wanted to try it, which could avoid some unnecessary casualties.

Gu Hengsheng didn't seem to hear it and didn't reply.

Gu Hengsheng looked up at the Vermilion Bird Patriarch, revealing a rare sad look: "Can I borrow the Fengqin?" ”

"Sir, give." The Vermilion Bird Patriarch did not hesitate at all, and directly handed the Fengqin in his hand to Gu Hengsheng's hand.

Gu Hengsheng stroked Fengqin, and there was still a wisp of fierce killing intent on the strings that did not dissipate.

Smack!

Gu Hengsheng sat on the ground, and Feng Qin hung in the air in front of him.

Ding——

Flick your fingers and stroke the piano, and the sound is overwhelming.

For many years, Gu Hengsheng has never played a song on the piano.

When Gu Hengsheng saw the corpse of the storyteller, his heart trembled fiercely, as if he saw the shadow of his ancestor on the storyteller's body.

The person back then had been chasing the Sky Hating Sword Immortal, just to follow the Sky Hating Sword Immortal's side before and after the saddle. However, the Heaven Hatred Sword Immortal refused, and walked alone.

At a glance of more than 100,000 years, that person's queen fulfilled his wish in his place, but he regretted it for 100,000 years.

"Give you a song of Hongchen, and I hope you can enter reincarnation."

Gu Hengsheng closed his eyes and stroked the piano, and the crisp sound of the piano drifted to all directions with the breeze, reaching the top of the cloud dome.

Sadness, regret, regret......

The sound of the piano drifted to the depths of many people's souls, as if they were in the scene, and they felt Gu Hengsheng's complicated mood at the moment.

After a long time, the sound of the piano gradually dissipated, the Ten Thousand Burial Mountains were extremely silent, and there was murderous intent in the air.

"It's a pity that I didn't get a chance to have a drink with him."

Gu Hengsheng got up slowly, glanced at the storyteller, and put his body to the side, not wanting the filth of the world to defile it.

"Since you have chosen to make a move, you must have prepared for the worst!"

At the beginning, Gu Hengsheng said that all the forces that made a move against the Blood Moon Wolf Clan would be destroyed.

Just because the listener is unintentional doesn't mean the speaker is joking.