As they spoke, they walked away, and were already standing in front of the city gate.

At this moment, the sky was just bright, the sun on the distant horizon was slowly rising, and Bai Lan walked towards this border city watered by blood.

He looked up and saw the nervous soldiers on the walls, and the bricks were covered with scratches, blood, and even minced flesh and scorched earth.

Those belong to human beings.

Compared with the demons and monsters that eat people, it is actually human beings themselves who kill the most. Countless years of war, between countries, between families, between dynasties and the people, the dead are far more than the demons killed, far better than the human beings who died by natural disasters.

However, war will never go away, because human beings are born wise.

The leopard looked at the closed door and reached out to open it.

Bai Lan stopped him, "Let's go in directly, a city gate can still stop us?" Don't let those soldiers worry about it anymore. ”

Jin Sheng smiled: "Yes, since Lord Fujun has said it, then don't open the city gate." ”

The two of them approached the tall city gate while talking and laughing, and entered through the wall with a phantom figure.

The commander of the city guard was standing behind the city gate, and when he saw the two people who suddenly appeared, he was not frightened, but bowed down and bowed: "Villain Sikong Mu, meet the god of the palace!" ”

Bai Lan smiled: "General, please get up." The border pass is bitterly cold, and he has been alone for ten years, and the general has worked hard. ”

Sikong Mu's tight strings finally loosened, as if he had been carrying a heavy package for a long time and breathed a sigh of relief, but there was light in his eyes, "Villain, thank the Holy Lord for your mercy!" ”

As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers were shocked, and then looked at Bai Lan and suddenly found that it was not the idol that their ancestors had worshiped for generations?

Suddenly, hundreds of people in the city bowed their heads one after another, and the iron-clad men bowed down as if they were close relatives, like elders, like young sons, and bowed: "Meet the Holy Lord!" Welcome to the Holy Lord! ”

When a belief is passed down from generation to generation, and one day you suddenly see the existence of faith, that feeling is a hundred times stronger than the so-called star-chasing.

Even many people have no faith in their entire lives.

But all the people of the country of Tianlan are born in the kingdom under the protection of the Holy Lord, they grew up listening to the legends of the Holy Lord, and grew up eating the sacrifices offered to the Holy Lord, and the Holy Lord is the immortal vein imprinted in their hearts.

Bai Lan suddenly felt a kind of responsibility, which was different from burden and drag, but a mission-like responsibility. These people, as well as all the people of the kingdom of Heaven and Earth behind them, were born because of him, and believed in him all their lives, and worshiped him all their lives.

Different from the comfort of the mountains and forests, although he has to carry things in the world, he can feel the deep affection that crosses blood and family affection.

In the dilapidated ancient city, the autumn morning sun sprinkled on the uneven brick and stone floor, and I looked at the good man who knelt on the ground.

The country of Tianlan does not worship the Buddha, does not worship gods and demons, only worships the Holy Lord, in their hearts, the Holy Lord is both a god and a holy lord!

There was an indescribable touch in Bai Lan's heart, he slowly raised his head and said to everyone: "Thank you for your hard work, get up quickly." ”

The power of nothingness lifted everyone up, and when the soldiers raised their heads again, there was light in their eyes, and the sun in the sky, and the figure of Bai Lan was reflected in their eyes.

Bai Lan had performed a blur technique on his face, and if he hadn't only stared at his face, he would never have been able to see his true face. Fang Cai, the general, can see through his own mystery, it seems that he is really experienced in a hundred battles and bloody, so he can see through his own small spells.

However, now that he has been recognized, Bai Lan is no longer hiding.

He was clear and resolute, and his divine voice with a faint echo resounded throughout the Beiguan City.

"Sons of Tianlan, I am the Holy Lord, and I will hold this city with you. I'm in the city. Now that I am here, you will be at ease! ”

The divine voice spread in Beiguan City, and there were no high gods, such as the gods who looked at ants, and Bai Lan used approachable words to soothe their frightened and uneasy hearts.

Bai Lan can say with a lofty attitude: I am the holy lord, and you are worshiped by all the people. You are waiting for Ke'an, and I am sure to protect you! ……

But he is not a real god, he is Bai Lan, just Bai Lan, a white snake demon, sometimes quite kind, sometimes indifferent and ruthless.

Bai Lan's figure flashed, and he appeared directly on the top of the tower in the middle of the city wall, standing tall and standing on the horizontal angle of the roof that pointed obliquely towards the sky, looking into the distance.

All the soldiers in the city could see the figure in the sky when they raised their heads, and they were inexplicably at ease.

In the city, the army of 300,000 is actually only in the early 200,000s, and there are many wounded soldiers, amputated limbs and broken arms, and even unconscious.

Those people were all poisoned by corpses, and they used their mortal bodies to resist the evil magic zombies attacking the city, and it was hard for Bai Lan to imagine how tragic the picture would be at that time!

He only knew about the west of the city, where corpses were burning day and night, and the corpses of Tianlan soldiers were packed with ashes in clay pots to be brought back to their hometown after the war.

Bai Lan closed his eyes, opened his eyes again and looked at the north, the terrifying calamity enveloped the sky, and the Seven Gu Sects were about to be defeated.

"Whew~"

The wind from the north was blowing, Bai Lan stood on the top of the city wall, the wind was blowing, his clothes were fluttering, and his words were silent in the wind and sand of the border pass.

The green mountains stood silently behind Bai Lan between heaven and earth, and the desert was blowing a strong wind in front of Bai Lan.

Countless sand and gravel flew in the air, obscuring the sky, the autumn sun was already dim, the sky was overcast, and there was a roar and whistling in the wind.

The wind blows up the sand, the sand takes advantage of the wind, the wind borrows the sand potential, and the big sandstorm that connects the sky and the earth from a distance seems to kill the heaven and the earth, and all living beings are like ants in front of them.

"The great storm is coming! Fast! All troops on alert! ”

"Quick, the fourth team stepped forward and prepared the rolling stones!"

"Where's the crossbow? Why is that all there is left? Hurry up and get it in the arsenal! ”

"Are there no boulders in the city? Hurry up and seal the gates! ”

"Quickly let the thirty-eight soldiers on the wall wear sand towels and cover their mouths and noses!"

……

The city was noisy, but it was mixed and orderly, but inevitably all the soldiers had a trace of fear hidden in their eyes.

It's really because they have experienced such a terrible disaster before, and in the wind and sand is a terrifying monster that cannot be seen at a glance, not afraid of death, not killing but not dying, a real monster.

Although the Holy Lord is a legendary god, can He really stop it?

Ma Cheng was blinded by the sand in the gale, so he hurriedly turned over the sand towel and wiped the corners of his eyes with a layer of cloth inside, so that he felt more comfortable. As soon as he raised his head, he saw the white figure standing at the top of the tower, his robe hunting with the wind, his long hair dancing with the wind, and he looked at the front of him in the wind and dust indifferently.

"Can the Holy Lord really do it?" Ma Cheng was a little worried, he knew that he would definitely not be able to stand the city with these comrades alone. Those monsters are really not human beings can fight.

The wind and sand are getting closer and closer, and Ma Cheng's heart is also raised, and suddenly a melodious flute sound enters the dim desert, echoing in his ears, like spring water slowly flowing to wash his soul, calming his flustered heart.

"Is this a hallucination?" Ma Cheng was puzzled, he raised his head again and saw the figure on the upper floor, it was him, the old man of the Holy Lord, blowing a long flute in the wind.

The yellow and dry faces of the soldiers on the city wall who were blown by the wind and sand all raised their heads and looked at the figure standing on the wall in the wind and sand.

"Woo~"

The melodious sound of the flute spread throughout the city, and the warm and delicate wind from the south crawled along the Tongming Mountains to the other side, heading northward to meet the dry and cold winds of the north in the void.

Let everyone wait for a long time.,This chapter was originally added on the 27th.,But it's not finished and it's now on the 28th.,Then it's the 28th plus the change.,After dawn, there will be a chapter in the afternoon and evening.,Ask for a monthly pass!!

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