In the fog of rivers and mountains, there are ten thousand golden rays of sunset, sprinkled from the top of the snow-capped mountains in the west, and on the scorched earth of Xiling, the fire is raging endlessly. Seeing that there was no place for the living.

The majestic voice behind the fog ridge came out from time to time, telling the process of encircling and suppressing the descendants of the Sword Demon. In the early stage, those demonic swordsmen were divided into several groups, scattered in the barren mountains and mountains in the southeast, northwest and northwest, and even relied on extreme terrain such as the clouds and the snow in the east, and resisted stubbornly, resulting in nearly 100 casualties in the Xijing Legion.

In the previous festivals, one was to tell the heavens, and the other was to exclude the heroic spirits who had been sacrificed beyond the demons.

More than 400 soldiers of the Xijing Legion fought hard for more than two months, and finally expelled and besieged the scattered sword demon clans in the mountains of Xiling; Until today, Wang Jing, a walker of Hongmeng Mountain, rushed to guide the soldiers to set up a formation in the mountain, occupy a favorable situation, and then burn the fire and refine the mountain, either burning the demons hidden in the mountain to death, or forcing them to appear and kill.

At this point, the general trend of the sword demon race has gone, and the Sorrowful Heaven Sword, which gave the demon race to resist the way of heaven and disobey the evil power of the heavenly court, has never appeared, and among the sword demon clan that has been killed, it is unknown whether there is a Sorrowful Heaven Sword Master.

Those black-armored soldiers who were divided into countless squads began to search the places where the fire had passed, looking for the fish that had slipped through the net. Ren Pingsheng always stared at the young military general with a familiar face on the foggy mountains and mountains.

If you want to find your father's whereabouts in that mountain, the route you take will be very similar to that of Zhu Tianjiao.

He knew that for his father, he and Zhu Tianjiao himself, together with more than a dozen soldiers under his command, could still fight. But once the sword is out and several squads are scattered around, they will react quickly and form an encirclement.

As the search team marched, Ren Pingsheng's eyes were sour, but he never dared to blink his eyelids.

The familiar entrance of the cave was tall and wide, and he even remembered the extremely disgusting and terrifying feeling he had when he was in the cave, holding a complete human head skeleton in his hand. That's Dabai's home.

The young general, who did not rush in, went in one of his soldiers, holding a lighted torch in his hand.

When the soldier came out, he shook his head at Zhu Tianjiao, said something, and then reached out and pointed into the cave. Subsequently, Zhu Tianjiao led the entire team into the huge cave.

On the picture of the rivers and mountains and foggy mountains, the figure of this team disappeared. And the fires in various parts of the Xiling Mountains are still burning, and the soldiers scattered everywhere are still searching.

At the edge of the mountain, there are tens of thousands of people, lined up in a long line along the west bank of this section of the Si'an River. These men must have been recruited by the cathars, and they either carried buckets and water skins in their hands, or they carried long-handled knives and sharp axes.

After setting fire to the mountain, someone has to put out the fire. Otherwise, if the vegetation of the Xiling Mountains is lost, the entire plain will be flooded.

The entrance of the White Ape Cave was still silent. On the side of the cliff cave, there were two other teams of armor soldiers, along the cliff plank road opened by Ren Pingsheng with an iron sword, to the entrance of the cave.

Ren Pingsheng's heart was beating suddenly.

Together with Zhu Tianjiao, who had already entered the White Ape Cave, three squads, more than thirty people, and also meant three ten-master masters who were not low in cultivation. This posture is something that my father can't deal with alone.

Just when Ren Pingsheng was silently wiping his sweat, he suddenly saw a black shadow rushing out at the entrance of the cliff stone cave, rushing to the edge of the narrow stone platform outside the cave. The black shadow rushed to the edge of the cliff, almost couldn't stop his body, shook it several times, and when he stood firmly, Ren Pingsheng saw it, Zhu Tianjiao was covered in blood, and his face was full of fear!

Dare to love, more than a dozen of his subordinates, after passing through the tunnel in the belly of the mountain, have been exhausted.

As soon as Zhu Tianjiao saw the plank road next to him, two teams of soldiers had already hurried over, and two of them were ten captains, and they breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to the entrance of the cave and slashed in front of him, ready for battle.

You don't have to think about what happened in the cave to guess. Ren Pingsheng didn't feel the slightest sense of joy and victory, a heart, but it was mentioned in his throat.

Sure enough, an incomparably familiar sword intent burst out from the cave, and an incomparably familiar sword shadow flashed from the entrance of the cave. Zhu Tianjiao, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, raised his knife with both hands and struggled. I saw that where the swords collided, a puff of sparks splashed out. Zhu Tianjiao was shocked and took a few steps back, stepped into the air, and his body was like a paper kite fluttering in the wind, falling sharply from the edge of a cliff dozens of feet high.

The next picture is monotonous and bloody. The plank road is narrow and can only allow one person to pass. Ren Qiang stood on the stone platform at the entrance of the cave, his face was indifferent, he just took out his sword, came one, and killed one. One by one, they fell down the cliff and fell until they were gone, and the screams were still heard from far away from the cliff. The soldiers alive on the plank road were terrified to hear.

"Sorrowful Heaven Sword, that is Sorrowful Heaven Sword!" A ten-master who had come into contact with that piece of dragon tendon when he was slaughtering Lijiazhuang in Savage Mountain a few years ago shouted.

On the top of heaven, a gray-robed Taoist flew down against the wind and landed on the cliff wall less than three zhang away from the stone platform at the entrance of the cave, and his body was close to the stone wall, as if hovering in mid-air. Walker Wang Jing looked at the middle-aged man holding an iron sword, his expression was very relaxed.

In the minds of the followers of the Taiyi Sect, this god-like figure seems to have no intention of making a move. But as soon as he appeared, the dozen or so armor soldiers and two ten-division commanders who were still alive on the plank road suddenly had high morale and blood boiling......

Ren Pingsheng's eyes were suddenly misty, he lowered his head, and never looked at the rivers and mountains again. He stood up blankly, like a walking corpse, and walked out of the crowd that was still kneeling on the ground, unaware of the devout worshippers around him, and cast a thousand complicated eyes full of anger, hatred, and fear...... When this slashed the demon and eliminated the demon, sacrificed to the heavens, and celebrated with the whole world, this son actually got up rashly, turned his back to the altar, and committed this blasphemy and disobedience to the way of heaven!

On the fog of the rivers and mountains, there are two ten-master commanders, one is a Jindan Taoist cultivator, and one is a martial artist of the Four Realms. Jin Dan Dao Xiu flew up the cliff, crossed the stone platform, and formed a flank attack with the martial artists of the four realms.

It's just that Ren Pingsheng didn't look back at this scene.

The man with the sword, when the head fell to the ground, thousands of people kneeling on the square of the Temple of Heaven bowed and worshiped again, and the mountain shouted long live. Ren Pingsheng couldn't hold back any longer, and tears poured out like a broken embankment.

The thousands of believers who were originally kneeling on the ground clearly heard the command of the main priest on the altar to "finish the salute and flatten the body", and immediately went crazy. In the fog of the rivers and mountains, it was a different scene. The tens of thousands of people who were on standby along the river flowed like ant colonies, carrying water and knives up the mountain to put out the fire. The endless flow of water is carried by the same road, and countless people are crowded, and pieces of water splash out, like the waves of the Hanhai Sea flying.

It is not so much about fighting fires, but rather about the Taoist immortal soldiers who slay the demons and eliminate the demons, encouraging the people to witness this grand event, and at the same time splashing water for fun, celebrating the demise of the demon path and praising the feats of the soldiers.

Because, when it comes to fighting fires, tens of thousands of them shot at the same time, but it is still too slow. Wang Jing, the walker who was hovering over the cliff, suddenly flew away, and his figure instantly became like a small dot, high above the top of the snow-capped mountain.

The cold breath that raged in the sky seemed to have no effect on Wang Jing, the Walker. He dragged a sea of clouds from the edge of Wuqi Peak, and settled over the Xiling Sea of Fire. In an instant, the sea of clouds was filled with lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down. The sea of fire on the reckless mountains was extinguished by heavy rain in a moment.

On the Temple of Heaven Square in Tongchuan City, it is another lively scene. I saw that the crowd was like a madness, countless people held wooden plates, wooden barrels, splashing all over the city, in this cold winter of the lunar month, everyone was wet, and the atmosphere of the scene was in full swing.

Ren Pingsheng doesn't remember how he got back to the blacksmith shop. I only remember that when I walked out of the city gate, countless people were splashing water on and off the city, and he was drenched in clothes, shivering with cold, but he didn't feel anything in his heart, like a walking corpse, a wandering ghost.

He finally understood why his father wanted to fight that Sorrowful Sky Sword imitation sword.

Why did he know that he would be defeated, but he still did his best to lead the Ren family to maneuver around the mountains and resisted for several months.

Why did the iron sword on his body, after passing through the hand of Master Yuan Da Hammer, become a little lighter when he came back, but when the imitation sword was cast, it was exactly the same as the original feel of the real sword.

All of this is for today's layout, and for the death of hunter Ren Qiang. Only in this way can the women, children, and children of the Ren family scattered all over the mountain of no return be able to hide their identities as much as possible and survive.

And the few young people who are living under the mountain of no return, especially Ren Pingsheng, who is under the spell of the Sorrowful Heaven Sword, will be exempted from the investigation and arrest of the Taoists because of this, and will have a few more years of peace.

Later, Ren Qiang died, and the day when the "Tragic Sky Sword" was captured by the Taoists became the Songkran Festival celebrated by the whole world of Xuanhuang.