Sanctuary!

Pay attention to the blandness of the listener, notice the sharpness of the sword attendant, and then look at this magnificent and domineering holy pavilion, the scenery of three different styles is actually separated from the whole listener...

Suddenly, in the other fifth of the way where his vision was obscured, Yichen noticed a few figures hidden in the darkness!

Is that the night?

Airplanes!

After feeling it in my heart, my soul thoughts were like a tide all over the Holy Pavilion, there was a blood forest, each blood tree was only three zhang tall, but the aura full of blood and cold was prohibitive. And on top of this blood tree, there was a figure sitting quietly in every shadow corner, a blood-colored figure, although the entire forest was only a few miles away, but it was densely covered with dark nights.

And in the middle of the woods, a dark cavern stretched out underneath, like an entrance to hell!

Wow!

When Yichen Fei's soul thought spread, the space around him rippled: "You are free, it's been three months, you are finally willing to come!"

Xin Yu, Yang, Ah Yao, Yaruo, as well as Zui Yang, Thin Monkey, Xue Yu, Xue Bing and others, slowly emerged one after another.

At first, there were only a few high-level people in the Wind Listening Pavilion, but later, more and more people noticed the figures in the sky, and then an endless stream of Wind Listeners came out from the small building, and at the same time, the sword squire was no exception, and the dark night in the Blood Forest was invariably standing in the treetops, and their eyes were in the sky where Yichen was!

"Long time no see!" Retracting his gaze from the Night One's cave, Yichen's gaze stayed on Drunken Yang for three breaths before he spoke!

But when Yichen's eyes left, Zui Yang's eyes flashed, and then they returned to coldness again...

"How's it going, Lord Pavilion. Say a few words!" It was Ye Xin of the Ye family in Lihuo City who spoke, when the Qianyu Emperor Dynasty was fighting, Ye Xin was instructed by Yichen to command the Yaohuo Emperor Dynasty to listen to the wind and cooperate with Gongsun Qin and others to destroy the power of all demons, and judging from the report after the war, this little Nizi brother and sister did have extraordinary wisdom and control. Although they are suspected of using Yichen's power, it is indeed beyond Yichen's expectations that they can do this step at their age!

"Hmm!" swept the brother and sister and nodded, Yichen turned around and looked down, and in the short time of half a cup of tea when he appeared, the entire listening area, as well as the sword servant area, was full of figures standing on the street, and their eyes were on themselves!

"Listen to the wind (sword squire). I've seen the pavilion master!" As soon as Yichen's gaze fell, a heaven-shattering sound suddenly sounded from both sides of heaven and earth, and the neat and surging sound resounded for dozens of miles!

And the sound of seeing in two places sounded, and the gushing sound shook the many forces outside the Wind Pavilion for a moment, and then the excitement sounded all over the sky!

Listening to the Wind Pavilion Master, the Young Master of the Four Xuan Palaces, the power of any identity has a faint momentum beyond the Pavilion Master of the Tianwu Pavilion, if it were not for the special recruitment system of the Wind Pavilion every year. The world's pavilions, I'm afraid there will be two heroes together. One is the heavenly martial arts of ten thousand years, and the other is the wind in just one year!

Which is stronger and which is weaker, I'm afraid it's really unknown!

"Everyone, long time no see!" The gentle Yuan Force was like a breeze, lifting tens of thousands of listeners slightly, and Yichen's voice also resounded throughout the sky. The voice of one person is no less than the roar of tens of thousands of listeners!

Feeling this scene, the hearts of the people listening to the wind were even more in awe, and the hearts of many forces outside the pavilion were turbulent, and the power of one person could actually be left and right for dozens of miles, such a power was beyond their understanding!

As the sound of Yichen fell. Listening to the wind is gradually relaxing, the least is the rules, the most is comfortable, there are no secular rules, and there is no deception, this is the wind pavilion!

"A year and a half ago, I just had a trace of expectation to form the Listening Wind Pavilion, a year and a half later, I have more expectations to welcome you, the same dream, the same road, there are the same thorns, what is the future, you come to create, you just remember, your wishes, my dreams..."

"We only care about listening to the wind, let him rise and fall, the world will eventually be swayed by the wind, this is the peace we want, the peace that belongs to us..."

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"I have promised you ten years, I will live and die with me!'" "You have promised me ten years, I promise you a prosperous life"! Looking at the excited swordsmen and wind listeners below, and then turning his head to look at the dark night of the blood forest, Yichen remembered the agreement with the thin monkey and others, and his heart ached!

In his memory, Yichen remembered a person named Hu Feng, who was the original listener, and the three Hu brothers, etc., in the past three months, Yichen had seen the experience of all the people who listened to the wind pavilion about sacrifice, he saw their persistence before death, and saw the kind of joy and heroism when they died!

The number of such people he learned in the past three months was 37,897 people, not counting the original battle of the Demon Fall, that battle affected the entire continent, the Demon Fall of the Dry Rain Emperor Dynasty alone fell tens of thousands, and the people who listened to the wind in other places were killed and injured!

Behind today's blandness, how much blood and tears are hidden, how many people have disappeared into ups and downs, and how many families who are looking forward to returning home have no hope?

Yang Tian sighed, Yichen slowly stretched out his hand, a flash of light flashed on his chest, a dark shadow shrouded the entire sky, a huge stone tablet was held in Yichen's hand, and on the stone tablet, dense names were neatly engraved on the tablet, below each name, more small words introduced their lives and deeds sentence by sentence!

"Hu Feng, a person from Huyue Village outside the city of Shanghuo City of the Yaohuo Emperor Dynasty, entered the Tingfeng Pavilion in the 10,000 and eighteenth year of the mainland calendar, and fought with the Demon Fall in the Qianye Plain at the end of the same year, in order to cover the retreat of the three disciples who listened to the wind, he blew himself up on the spot, and he was Chinese New Year's Eve eight years old, I am hereby remembered in the name of Nangong!"

"The three brothers of the Hu family, Hu Yi, Hu Er, Hu San, the people of Moyue City of the Fengyue Emperor, entered the Wind Pavilion in the 10,000 and eighteen years of the mainland calendar, and fought with the Demon Fall in the Dawn of Night Valley at the end of the same year, in order to protect the three hundred villagers who were attacked and killed by the Demon Fall, and died together with ten Demon Fall disciples, at the age of forty-five, I am hereby remembered in the name of Nangong!"

"Yan Zhao, the people of the Dry Rain Emperor Dynasty Yunyu City, the mainland calendar 10,000 and 18 years into the Wind Pavilion in the ......"

"Chu Hanyue, the people of the Kunmang Emperor Dynasty Stone City ......"

"Xiao Baichang, the ...... of the Dry Rain Emperor"

"Zhao Han ......"

"Money Shadow ......"

When Yichen slowly fell, the names on the Optimus Stone Tablet were finally seen by everyone. One by one, the names of the dead slowly appeared in the eyes of everyone, and the deeds that made people's hearts fall gradually infected everyone, how big the stele was, I only knew that it was several times higher than the Holy Pavilion, a hundred zhang wide and more than thirty zhang thick. And now on such a huge stone tablet, there are nearly ten zhang high positions, front and back, covered with handwriting, and each name represents the dead person, 10,000, 20,000, 30,000, or more?

The listener slowly walked out of the stone building, and the sword attendant did so. Even the Nightshaders in the darkness stood on their knees, their eyes on the Celestial Monument, they belonged to the darkness, but they also had the names of their dead companions!

The noise has long since disappeared, and even the glory of the wind-listeners is gone, they are not qualified to feel the glory, and the people who can be called glory and heroes are now engraved on this stone tablet!

Rumble!

Slammed the stele to the ground, and Yichen took a hundred steps back. Looking at the dark shadow of the sky, Yichen's eyes moistened. He knew that there would be more names on this stone tablet, and more people would die, but he couldn't stop it, from the moment he formed the Listening Wind Pavilion!

The stele fell, the earth shook and the mountains shook and listened to the mood of the wind crowd, and everyone saw the stele. In addition to the sadness, it is more about the awakening that those who have disappeared have long since returned for the happiness of thousands of people, and they know the same. This will be their own home, too!

There is no fear, only admiration and responsibility!

Sonor!

The sword roared, the sword fell, when Yichen collected the sword, on the stone tablet, the three big words of 'Hero's Tomb' covered the sky and the sun, and those three words were much bigger than the sky for all the listeners!

"One person dies, we raise his family, ten thousand people die, I grieve with all families!" Hengjian chest, holding a long sword in his hand, Yichen's voice poured into everyone's ears like a tide, tearing, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down the long sword in Yichen's hand!

Sonor!

Sonorous!

The sound of swords resounded in the sky, and the blood stained the square, and from then on this square was called the land of heroes, not respecting heaven and earth, only heroes!

"Mother, that person is our pavilion master?" In many corners of the stone building, a little girl looked longingly at the figure kneeling on one knee in the center of the square and asked softly!

"That's right, he's the Pavilion Master for all of us!" said the young mother, who cut the little girl's delicate little hand, and her eyes were red!

And the little girl didn't cry, and knelt down very seriously, just like Yichen, with maturity and persistence in her eyes that did not belong to her age, and in other places around this square, thousands of children looked at the boy kneeling in front of the stone tablet from a distance like her, and since then their eyes have remembered this boy who is only ten years older than them!

That Nangong Pavilion Master!

His name is Nangong Yichen!

From that day on, the stone monument that obscured all the light of the Holy Pavilion stood in the square in front of the Holy Pavilion forever, and from that day on, no one was allowed to fly in the Heroes' Square.

"Are you leaving?" A day later, in front of the Blood Forest, in front of more than 10,000 dark night people, Yichen looked at familiar faces, and finally acquiesced in the existence of this group of people in his heart, I am afraid that only the dark night can wash away the sorrow in the hearts of these people!

"The hands of the Demon Fall are not only in the Four Xuan, and our hatred should not be only in the Four Xuan!" Yi Chen explained, looking at the drunken sun!

He didn't shy away from saying this, but in front of all the night people!

"Take us!" is just one sentence, revealing the voice of Drunken Yang!

"Pick six people to come with you and follow me to the front station!" Turning around, Yichen's voice stayed: "These seven people, nine deaths!"

Looking at Yichen who disappeared around the corner, thousands of people knelt on the ground at the same time behind Zuiyang, that kind of intention was obvious, they all wanted to go!

"What's your name?"

"My name is Jiang Qiu, a disciple of the Yuehua Sect in the Fire City, thank you so much!" Emperor Qianyu looked at the underground, Yichen looked at the unkempt girl and asked, and the girl said a little timidly

......

"Jiang Qiu?" Yichen outside the blood forest looked at the girl in a bloody robe and wondered!

"Pavilion Master, Jiang Qiu died three months ago, and I am now No. 999 in the dark night!" Blood-colored eyes, blood-colored robes wrapped around a soft delicate body, there is no cowardice of the original girl, there is no trace of living anger, there is only the blood of hatred!

......

It turned out that their hearts were already dead the moment Jiang Yue and the others blew themselves up, and now, they are in the dark night, like a lonely soul in the dark night, looking for the soul of the demon fallen...

Yichen is gone, and the Night One returns to darkness again, and Zui Yang is in his ear: "Jiang Qiu take it, there will always be dawn after the night!" (To be continued.) )

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