The cold sunlight passed through the thick clouds, like a dark yellow tassel pouring down, and the sky above Lingyuntai was still surrounded by the light and shadow formed by various colors, and the curling white smoke rose higher and higher with the fluttering of the banners, gradually condensing into a cloud of mist that enveloped the whole audience.

The peace talks began in a cautious atmosphere and ended abruptly in less than two hours. This shows that the vast majority of demon warriors are also very clear that when facing the demon clan who take the initiative to seek peace, in addition to the spontaneous resistance in their mentality, they actually need peace more than those demons who are nominally evil.

Hu Ergongzi took a long breath, put down the bamboo slip in his hand, he looked at the only surviving Zhao historian Liu Xun brought out the history of the Fly Mountain, after experiencing the death of the Fan Zi Valley of the Fly Mountain, Liu Xun has become trembling, the soul is not giving up, but he also dutifully completed the compilation of the entire history of the Fly Mountain, after obtaining the consent of Lang Ji, what he brought to the world was the second volume of the history of the Fly Mountain, and the original was left in the unfinished Holy Spirit Temple of the Fly Mountain.

The history of the demon race is completed by a human being, which can't help but make Hu Ergongzi feel emotional, and after seeing this thick slip, it made Hu Ergongzi have a new idea, since the demons know that history is the discipline, why can't I write down the original history of thousands of years of resistance to the Demon Dao?

"When this is over, the old gentleman will go to Jiangnan with me to spend his old age. Hu Ergongzi sent an invitation to Liu Xun, "It just so happens that I have to ask the old gentleman for some things from time to time." ”

Liu Xun looked at Hu Ergongzi for a long time with hesitation, and finally determined that Hu Ergongzi was a master of the Tao with a dazzling immortal spirit, not a fierce demon and monster, and he could still go to the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River in his lifetime, and he no longer had to worry about being frightened and displaced, how could he be unwilling? ”

"Knock knock knock......" A sudden drum beat suddenly sounded, causing everyone on Lingyun Platform to be stunned, and in the eyes of the group, a priest wearing a god mask and a wide robe and feet walked up the stairs with a bush of grass, and behind him were two columns of priests who were also wearing masks and shirtless. According to the flow of the peace council, it is time for the final worship.

The incense on the incense table stood tall, Fu Jian stood up in the center with a radiant spirit, Wang Meng made a look, and the Yulin armor who had already been guarded shouted loudly: "The sacrificial ceremony, the beginning!"

All the demons in the audience stood up, Luoyang City was held by the warriors of the human world and the warriors of the Seven Star Alliance, in this land that had been soaked in blood for too long, even if there was no need to have too much respect for the kings of the world, but it was always necessary to express respect for the dead.

This is the intention of Yu Shihuan to hold a peace meeting in Luoyang City, and Fu Jian's mention of sacrifice is even more in the right place, Yu Shihuan really wants to see how the demons who attended the meeting will react, but those demons still seem to be a little confused, and look at the line of priests in a daze, as if watching a bizarre and strange dance.

Maybe it's really a dance, Qin is the founding of the Di people, although it is deeply influenced by Sinicization, but in the remote sacrifice of the dead, worship the dead in the ceremony, or reflect the national characteristics of the Di people, did not use the usual festival of the Hong Zhong Da Lu music, but with the drum rumbling to announce the beginning of the ceremony.

The priests gathered around Fu Jian in the center, twisting their bodies quickly according to the rhythm of the drum, their steps were uniform, their manners were the same, majestic and fierce, and they became powerful, while the priest who was in the lead put the grass in the incense burner, prostrate himself and worship, and chanted words in his mouth for a long time.

They don't need the solemn sùmu of Hong Zhong Dalu, they don't need to mourn and mourn, maybe it is this kind of high-spirited drum beat that is more worthy of their heartbeat.

Hu Ergongzi pondered for a long time in the war dance of drums and worship, and suddenly floated around, but turned to Yu Shihuan's side and whispered to his ear.

Chi Tang didn't know what Hu Ergongzi was talking about, so he saw that Yu Shihuan was stunned at first, but when he was about to nod, he frowned suddenly.

"Although there is a feasible way, there are only six people in the Crane Feather Gate now, and I am afraid that I will not be able to do it when I want to perform the spell. Yu Shihuan hesitated.

"Okay, you just need to start, and the rest will be done by me and Senior Yan. Hu Ergongzi actually pulled Yan Wudang up, Yan Wudang was stunned: "Looking for a bad man to do a shni thing?"

"Senior Yan is a Grandmaster of Imperial Qi, this technique is from the same origin, it must be easy to come by, Senior Yan will naturally understand just by looking at their beginning. Hu Ergongzi still didn't say what he was going to do, but Yu Shihuan seemed to accept this mention and went straight to a few of his peers.

But seeing several Lizimen Qi Refiners, including Qi Wenyu and Bai Wenqi, and Yu Shihuan talking for a while, the long sword on his waist suddenly came out of his sheath, and the white phosgene glowed all over his body.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to recreate the scenes that happened at that time, feel the same feelings, and send memories together. It can also be regarded as a reflection of this situation. Hu Ergongzi made a gesture of invitation to Yan Wudang, and his body shook up, but a white light joined the ranks of the disciples of the Heyu Sect.

Chi Tang Han was still confused, but Yan Wudang already understood: "It's to help each other, okay, try to miss it." ”

As soon as Mei Ya called "Grandpa", Yan Wudang raised his hands, and a ball of white light rose between his hands.

It's strange to say, the white qi of the different spellcasters actually merged in mid-air, and it gathered bigger and bigger, such an unusual move attracted the attention of the demon spirits, they didn't know what the other party meant, they all looked on guard, and Hui Juan looked at Lang Ji, as if asking for instructions on how to deal with it. Lang Ji stood close to Yan Wudang, although he didn't know what they were doing, but he could sense that Yan Wudang's glowing energy was vast and fierce, at least it was not a situation where he was about to control the enemy, so he bowed his head to Hui Juan with a calm face, and it was okay to show it from afar.

Seeing this vision, even Fu Jian stood in front of him, stunned, but the priests and priests were still dutiful and dancing in prayer.

Wisps of aura rose from all over Luoyang City, like countless small white tadpoles gathered under that strange cloud, at this time, Hu Ergongzi suddenly shook his whole body, the sleeves of his robe waved, and the sound of his mouth was like a spring thunder on his tongue: "Now!"

The echoes linger in the sound of drums, and the incredible images seem to be in a fantasy world through the clouds, scene by scene.

The first thing I saw was a face that everyone felt very unfamiliar, this was the image of an elegant middle-aged man, but the hazy figure seemed to be wearing a rather ill-fitting military uniform, his expression was calm, but his movements were very fast waving the things in his hands.

Chi Tang could only see after careful identification that the elegant middle-aged man was waving a pair of drumsticks in his hand, but Han Li determined from the color of the middle-aged man's uniform that this was the standard of the Jin army.

The drums of the "Knock ......" festival still sounded, as if they were making a footnote for the middle-aged man.

Fiercely, several beasts like fierce dogs flew by, and there was no blood splash in the image, but only the middle-aged man fell down like a bad mountain.

No one knew this middle-aged man, so no one would know that he was just an ordinary musician at the beginning of the Battle of Luoyang, and his high-spirited war drums caused the revenge of the dogs, and he did not take a step back until he died.

......

While Chi Tang was still puzzled, the image figures in the clouds had changed.

A burly man with a knotted hair and a clear beard was struggling to straighten up from under the wall, his right hand was about to be broken, hanging on his chest and shaking, his movements showed that he was exhausted, but his expression was extremely firm, he was opening his mouth and roaring in front of him, no sound could be heard in the image, and he saw a white tiger monster covered in armor quickly around him, and the sharp tiger claws cut his neck.

"The old clan can fight ......" Ah Xia had tears in his eyes, and shouted out his voice for the burly man in the image, but he immediately couldn't cry, "...... Be...... Ahsan......"

All the Mang warriors present lowered their heads, and even Elder Liao Miao sighed in a moved voice: "Ah Shan, this kid...... Very good. ”

......

Chi Tang suddenly understood, this is a magical spell, Hu Ergongzi called the disciples of Heyumen, and asked Yan Wudang to help, but for this matter, the scene that happened during the bloody battle in Luoyang City was reproduced again, so that everyone's worship and remembrance were more empathetic, I remember that when the various sects in Longhu Mountain were counting, Heyumen showed this spell, and now it is used in the festival.

Chi Tang just roughly guessed correctly, to be able to appear such a strange scene, or the coordinated work of several Qi control masters, the only remaining six Crane Feather Sect disciples used the magic technique of locking the demon qi to break the formation, and concentrated the thoughts left on this killing battlefield, but most of the six disciples' skills were quite weak, but at this time, they needed Yan Wudang's profound skills to help. In the end, it was Hu Ergongzi, who was the best at the effect of light and shadow development, who used his own mirage technique to present the final image of these ideas. As a result, there is now this heroic and tragic picture in front of everyone.

......

Chi Tang recognized this from the man's extremely eye-catching hook-arm mantis knife that this was the seventh junior brother Guo Qihuai, his brown shirt was wrapped in black armor, but in just a short moment, half of Guo Qihuai's body was gone, and his blade had just pierced into the belly of the white tiger monster that he had seen before.

"Kara", Gan Fei punched the lacquer case in two, his mouth was panting, Ji Rui and Luan Qingtian were in tears, they were all witnesses of this battle, not as fierce as Gan Fei's reaction, but still in tears.

It turns out that this is how Jue Xiao died in battle...... Ying Yu said secretly in her heart, and looked at the reaction of everyone in the audience with a little worry, and faintly felt that a power of grief and hatred was spreading, she shrank back vigilantly, and whispered to the new god of the water, and now her peers Hui Juan reminded: "This is not a good phenomenon, if our mission has been completed, there is no need to stay here for a long time." ”

Hui Juan cautiously glanced around and nodded: "Let everyone get together, don't do anything that angers ordinary people, I will go and tell His Majesty the Holy King that I should go back." ”

I was just about to sneak to Lang Ji with the help of the technique of escape, when I suddenly heard a voice from the woman in the world not far away.

Li Fei Suxi has been standing with Ying Xuan and the rescued Manzhi Xinlei, and Lingchan Zhenjun and the little donkey monster she had seen in Luoyang stood in front of them, so she is the only human here, and she is naturally extremely happy about the peace agreement made between the human world and the demon spirit, after all, her new friends and humans will no longer hurt each other, but she has always seemed to have a calm expression, and she is not an ordinary mortal woman, why be so surprised? But now, she can't calm down, she sees the figure of Allemin in the image.

He collapsed limply on the ground, his spear-bearing body heaving violently because of the difficulty of breathing, and his face was so pale, not at all like the cold and proud man he was in his usual days.

Ying Xuan gently hugged Li Fei Xi, so that she could rely on her arms when sobbing. They were all witnesses to this scene, and the change of Lingtoad Zhenjun's bone and marrow also began at that time.

......

The post was killed by slender spikes through the skull, and the unknown strong man of the Mang clan was divided into two sections by the corpse of the demon soldier, Chi Tang looked at the people he knew and those he didn't know overlapping and flipping over, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his heart became more and more angry, just as on the day when his divine power first woke up, he thought that he was calm enough now, but he didn't expect to be angry by this unprecedented festival after all.

Yan Yizhu ...... Han Li was sure that the figure that was shattered by the explosion just now was the White Ink Swordsman Yan Oy, so he saw Shen Jin holding the giant sword and resolutely going to his death, the demon with the horns twisted down Shen Jin's head, but his majestic body still stood on the sword.

Han Li finally couldn't bear to close his eyes, no matter what kind of enemy he was facing, this warrior who was burdened with family guilt finally realized his long-cherished wish to be loyal to the country, Luoyang City left too many heroic feats to sing and cry about, but he just missed this earth-shattering battle.

The image began to change after the conquest came to the aid of the Seven Star Alliance, Tianxiongzi, De Daoren, Shen Da, Zheng Pu...... The picture of the man who died in battle aroused the excitement of everyone in the audience, and even the female disciples of the Zihan Academy, who had always been the most tranquil, also showed a surge of anger, and all the hostility was pointed to the direction where the demon spirit clan was.