At this moment, the sound of chanting had completely disappeared, and the space deep underground had once again fallen into a deathly silence.

But this time, no one broke the dead silence with a sound, nor was they panicked, and they only wanted to merge with the darkness far from this world, even if only temporarily.

The image has not disappeared.

From beginning to end, the red, yellow, and black colors that make up the image are rapidly deconstructed and reassembled, and the black spreads outward and disappears, leaving only red and yellow.

The red spreads out, like a raging flame, like the blood that soaks the world, and also seems to be a passionate belief that will never regret it.

The yellow condensed and converged, turning into a long sword, hanging in the tide of passion in this sea of flame and blood, quiet, neutral, and peaceful.

Like the reef in the turbulent sea, it is always resolute and unmoving, unswervingly spreading all kinds of beliefs around, that is to defend, that is to guard, that is to never give in, and there is no regret in nine deaths.

In the darkness, all the spectators who were panicked in their hearts were attracted by such a long sword at this moment.

In a trance, it seems to understand something and grasp something.

Another voice sounded, not of a child, but of an adult, neat and affectionate.

"There is the beauty of uniforms, which is called Hua, and the prosperity of civilization is called summer.

From the moment we are born, we are not isolated individuals, and the blood flowing in our bodies can be traced back to the ancient years of savage and misty, and has been flowing until now, never broken. We are proud of it, calling ourselves Yanhuang Miao descendants, not for someone or something, but for the ambition and pride that unswervingly walked out of a road to heaven from the wilderness.

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement;

The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue.

Seeing the wisdom of the people, we also want to be such people, with such a measure, and such a mind.

Magnificent China, great civilization,

The Yanhuang Wu tribe began to lay the foundation.

For thousands of years, the torch is passed on,

There is a catastrophe today, and Yan Huang Jiansheng is born.

Eliminate evil and disease, solid and upright,

Indomitable, nine deaths without regrets. ”

In the midst of this affectionate recitation, the spectators in the darkness seemed to have a string in their hearts being stirred.

Most of them are not highly educated, but they suddenly understand a word.

Two flames suddenly appeared, hanging on either side of the only image.

Only then did the spectators see clearly that the image of the Yellow Sword in the Sea of Flames and Blood was an image condensed on a huge curtain.

In the original darkness, all kinds of perceptions that seemed to be virtual and real were condensed in this pattern at once, and the illusion was connected to reality.

And a group of people stood quietly in front of the flag.

The two flames did not illuminate the entire space, and the light was still dim, casting heavy shadows around them, solemn and deep, as if a metaphor for the darkness and malice that enveloped them.

They caressed their chests with one hand, felt the beating of their hearts, and sang in unison: "I volunteer to join the Sword of Yan and Huang, and swear to be one, the sword of righteousness, the sword of protection, the sword of judgment, strictly keep secrets, abide by discipline, not afraid of sacrifice, fight all my life, and die without regrets." If there is a breach of contract, heaven and man will kill together, which means nine days, and the bright moon is a reference!"

When the oath is finished.

The audience was so excited and in mixed moods that they did not move or make a sound for a long time.

Those members who chanted the oath together, the members of the Sword of Yan and Huang, also stood still, immersed in some kind of understanding.

Only two flames burned silently, and the banner that represented all the essence of the Sword of Flame and Yellow hung and hung.

Three minutes later.

The two flames suddenly turned into flying stars, each of which shot accurately at a wall lamp, and finally, the underground hall returned to its glory and brightness, and the flag that hung quietly seemed ordinary at this moment.

But all the spectators knew that in their eyes, this ordinary flag could no longer be ordinary, and it had condensed too much true meaning, as if it had merged the weight and indomitable determination of thousands of years, turned into a mark, and burned into their hearts.

It will never be extinguished.

As the presiding officer of this oath ceremony, Mo Yuan stood on the side under the flag, facing everyone.

At this moment, he whispered to all the members of the Yanhuang Sword in front of him, "Finish the ceremony." ”

A smile bloomed on his face.

The other members of the Yanhuang Sword who maintained a solemn expression also relaxed, and no longer maintained a strict position, and walked around at will.

Mo Yuan came to the crowd of spectators and greeted everyone with a smile.

Beiqiao, the leader of the Sweat Towel Gang, got up with a complicated expression and said, "President Mo, it's amazing...... Other arrangements will be postponed later, and we would love to be quiet for now. ”

Mo Yuan directly arranged a room for them to be quiet.

In the room, Beiqiao was silent for a while, and said to the old man with a broken leg: "Abba, I saw you crying just now." ”

When the lights came on again, he saw a glimmer of crystal on Abba Pao's face, and tears flowed silently down a furrow cheek.

I have never seen this old man who only sheds blood and does not shed tears have such a moment, and Beiqiao's heart is especially shaken.

He was only in his twenties now, and he didn't have much of a sense of the old calendar that had passed.

He only heard about it occasionally in the mouths of the old people, and as he grew older, he heard less and less, first, the people of that era were decreasing day by day, and second, with the development of the present world, those old people who were still alive gradually chose to shut up and remain silent.

Seal everything in their hearts, and talk less and less about it.

But after reading the "story" told silently, he seemed to have realized something and opened up a hidden mechanism in his blood.

But as the leader of the gang, he saw more and thought more.

For the fact that he had just shed tears, the old man sighed, and directly chose a place to sit down, leaning on the back of the chair with a slightly stiff back, as if falling into some kind of reminiscence, and said: "It's just touching some childhood memories that I thought I had forgotten a long time ago, that's my story, you don't have to worry about me, as the leader of the sweat towel gang, you have your obligations and responsibilities." ”

Then, he said no more, as if he did not want his words to mislead him.

Beiqiao looked at the others and asked, "What do you all think?"

These people are the core members of the Sweat Towel Gang.

One of them is called Fang Xiang, who is the strongest person in cultivation besides him, and he is in charge of the Gang Torture Hall, and the core members of the Sweat Towel Gang can be so successful in concealment, and there is no rebellion, he is indispensable.

Fang Xiang said: "To be honest, it was very shocking, and it was nothing more than receiving the empowerment and transmission of a great martial arts master. I think you've had similar touches, but that's not to mention for now, but one of my concerns is a bit special. ”