In the midst of a shout, Twilight Cloud Zheng suddenly knelt down in front of Jian Taixu's body, then raised his hands flat, performed a strange etiquette, and then said, "I haven't forgotten! Now that my king has returned, my people, don't you bow down and bow down!"

Watching his old ancestor kneel down and listening to his ancestor's words, none of the Lingwu clan present hesitated! Even those who had been working with Jian Taixu for a long time, they didn't hesitate!

"King, my king!" all the Lingwu clan performed a twilight ritual at Jian Taixu, and then shouted loudly.

Jian Taixu looked at those who knew each other and those who didn't know each other, bowing to him, listening to their chanting voices....... He knew that these people were all worshipping a ghost emperor named Xuanyu, and he knew that these people of the Lingwu clan were willing to show their lives for this name!

But at this moment, Jian Taixu was suddenly afraid, he was afraid of this mysterious identity, the reason why he agreed to that identity before was because he didn't want to see the disappointment in the eyes of his predecessors who had helped him countless times.

Now, looking at these most loyal warriors, warriors who are willing to give their lives for him, he doesn't know how to choose, because he can't remember anything about Xuanyou, and he doesn't want these most loyal warriors to sacrifice for someone who can't remember them, and take a road that is doomed to death.

As Jian Taifu pondered for longer and longer, the loyal warriors knelt longer! Although they did not hear the king's response, there was no hesitation in their eyes, and their eyes were scared and sad.

The sword was too incomprehensible, and he couldn't understand what these warriors were sad about, what they were afraid of.

"Wang, is our strength too low to keep up with the path that the king is going to take?" a sad voice sounded, and it was sent by Dusk Yunzheng.

"King! We are useless, no matter how hard we try, we cannot do anything for the king! We are useless!" was another mournful voice, with sobs in his voice, and it was twilight.

"O king, we are useless, we are useless!" are the countless Lingwu clansmen.

In the cry of grief, Jian Taixu knew what they were afraid of, they were afraid that they would abandon them! Jian Taixu also knew what they were sad about, they were sad that they couldn't become the king's warriors no matter how hard they tried, they didn't blame the king for abandoning them in their hearts, they only hated their own strength was too low!

Listening to the sorrowful voices of the loyal warriors, listening to their self-reproach and doubts! The hesitation in Jian Taixu's heart disappeared, and he stepped into the void, and then the grasshopper sword slowly appeared in his hand, and then the air was condensed, and for a while, all sounds stopped, and everything depended!

At this moment, Jian Taixu suddenly understood one thing, and that was why that mysterious Ye Xiao's friend would always hold the sword in his hand!

Because as long as the long sword is in hand, there is no hesitation in the heart!

"I, Xuanyou, are back!" the words fell, and the wind and the shouting of joy came from the silence, and those voices repeated one word after another.

That word is 'king'!

In the shouts of "Wang", a scene suddenly appeared in Jian Taixu's head. It was in a dimly lit palace, the whole palace was black, everything was black, and if there was no blood to imprint the light, then the palace was dark.

In the little bit of light imprinted by blood, a figure sat high on the throne! No matter how Jian Taixu looked at it, he couldn't see the appearance of that figure, the only thing he could see was the sea of corpses under the throne, and the exact same voice from the sea of corpses, "King!

Jian Taixu said to himself: "Is this Xuanyu? The old me? Or is it not me?" After talking to himself, Jian Taixu smiled lightly on his face, and replied seriously and affirmatively in his heart: "It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter whether it's or not! Because the road in the future is the road of Jian Taixu!"

"Get up!" shouted, and the sword fell to the ground slowly like a king. He looked at the eyes that were willing to die for him, and the anxiety in his heart finally had a moment of peace, because his dream was no longer a dream, and he already had the strength to realize his dream.

Then, Twilight Kite landed beside him with a few of his companions.

"Wang, Twilight Yunzheng has always believed that you will come back eventually! Because my king will not die! Since the king left, the people of the Lingwu clan have been scattered in the army of each ghost clan, and have entered countless generations of inheritance and efforts, and now every Lingwu clan is the leader of the five armies of the ghost clan, even if it is the most inferior, it is also the captain of a squad! Only the king needs an order, and Dusk Yunzheng guarantees that more than half of the ghost clan's army will be willing to fight for the king! And the entire army of the northern expedition is all the power of the Lingwu clan!" Twilight said slowly, the answer to the question he had given.

The answer is that there will be no choice problem for Dusk Cloud Zheng, because every Lingwu Clan is Dusk Cloud Zheng! Because the Ghost Clan's expedition to the Northern North under his command is also like his Dusk Cloud Zheng, and their own king will take whatever path he takes.

"Fight, fight, fight!" As Twilight Cloud Zheng finished speaking, the Lingwu clan present all shouted loudly!

One after another battle cries came into my heart, and the sea of corpses under the throne appeared in my mind again, and the sea of corpses became clearer! The sword was too void to see clearly, the sea of corpses was not the enemy's, it was his own, and it was those who died for their loyalty!

"No!" shouted angrily, as if he didn't want that scene to appear in his mind, and he didn't want that scene to happen again! Then Jian Taixu said to the Lingwu clan who had quieted down: "No! We should even more understand why we are fighting!"

As soon as he shouted, Jian Taixu suddenly calmed down, and he slowly looked at the warriors around him with concern, because he felt that he had said something wrong, at least if the memory was true, then Xuan Yu would never ask such a question.

However, Jian Taixu seemed to underestimate the loyalty of the Lingwu clan, and saw them slowly kneeling down on one knee led by Twilight, without thinking, and spoke in unison: "I fight for the king!"

"You don't have to ask this question, King, for the King's way is our way, and even if it is a dead end, we will go forward for the King!" added Twilight.

Looking at the eyes that they could die at any time, and feeling their loyalty, Jian Taixu slowly spoke: "What if what I want is not to fight, but to stop fighting?"

The voice fell, and Jian Taixu began to preach again.

As in Anping City, Jian Taixu still starts from water, and everything is the same, except for the lack of doubts, only the lack of discussions.

As Jian Taixu finished speaking, two days had passed. Then, Jian Taixu looked at the warriors again, and he saw the wind again, and he saw the grass again, and he saw the wind blowing over the grass again.