The light of the royal court continued day and night, illuminating the last settlement of the Iron-Fronted people, and under the shroud of eternal night, that light was so faint that it was negligible, but for the surviving Iron-Fronted people, fire meant light and warmth, food and safety, and the ability to continue to live. Please search for the fastest update

The snow-capped mountains around the royal court are covered with ice, unattainable, and he can only illuminate the surroundings for a few feet with a torch held high, and the night is like a hideous beast, engulfing everything, and he looks at his figure in the ice mirror, holding the torch and looking at himself the same, his face is full of helplessness, despair and numbness.

Yes, helplessness, despair and numbness. The silent and cold snow-capped mountains are cages, and the wolves are cruel and murderous guards, and he deeply feels that the iron-fronted people have come to an end, and the royal court is their grave, and unknown demons will kill them one by one, eating their hearts and brains, and no one will be spared.

Looking back on the past, vividly, it was like a nightmare that would never wake up, the road of escape was a road of death, escape, desperately escaped, fled to the royal court far away in the North Sea, the women, children and old people of the Gaoyantuo Department were all buried in the wolf's belly, and the other two tribes were the same, the ones who could escape from the encirclement were the strongest men of the iron-fronted people, but the ancestors who slept in the royal court could not protect them, the demon sneered silently, devouring them one by one, one a day, no more, no less.

They are the food of the devil, like the cattle and sheep on the grassland, when the harsh winter comes, and the snow is all over the sky, they kill one head, and then kill another, and they skin them as clothes, and eat meat to satisfy their hunger.

It was so cold at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, and the firelight was reflecting the ice and snow, and it was so dazzling, Yu Ding wrapped the old sheepskin on his body, turned around and walked towards a group of iron-fronted cavalry, silently handed the torch to the captain of the ten thousand commanders, turned over and rode a thin horse, and galloped towards the flickering firelight. The sound of hooves beats on everyone's heart, like the drumbeat of the end of the world.

Passing through the messy and filthy tents, we came to the center of the Iron Forehead Court, and around an altar made of white stone, there were more than a dozen thick dome round wall gold tents, like stars and moons, guarding the altar.

He turned over and dismounted, dismissed the cavalry, strode to a small tent in the southwest corner, lifted the three-layer felt carpet, and a warm and familiar breath came to his face, which was a mixture of burning sheep dung, boiling milk tea, sheep gas, and the body odor of the old man, which was difficult to describe in words.

The maid sitting by the fire saw that Rong Ding came in, and hurriedly stood up, her expression was a little restrained, and when she looked up, she saw Qi Gu lying on her side on the ground, covered with a half-new woolen blanket, her eyes closed, her breathing was like nothing, and her old face was covered with a layer of gray death.

The maid served the hot milk tea, and Yu Ding waved her hand, she was stunned, and hurriedly lowered her hand and retreated. Yu Ding sat down beside Qi Gu, tucked the blanket for him, slowly drank the milk tea, and whispered about the movements of the wolves and demons, as if a person was talking to himself, and he was not sure whether he listened to it or not.

After a while, Qi Gu's breathing suddenly became heavy, he still closed his eyes, snorted and gasped for a long time, and said slowly and laboriously: "Wang Ting, is the birthplace of my Tie Yi people, at first there was only the Gao Yantuo Division, and later the people multiplied, no longer confined to the Beihai Sea, and slowly migrated southward, only to divide into the three tribes of Tusai, Chiding, and Weihu. The bitter cold of the North Sea is not as warm and pleasant as the grassland, and the royal court is abandoned. However, the ancestors still left some things, which are the secrets that have been passed down from generation to generation by the high priests of my Gaoyanta tribe, and even the successive khans do not know...... Attach your ears to me......"

He hurriedly stepped forward and listened, his eyes slowly brightened.

Qi Gu raised his arm with great effort, patted his hand gently, and said, "Go, the survival of the iron-fronted people depends on this ......"

With a clear understanding of this, he carefully placed his thin arm under the blanket, got up and left the tent. The cold wind blew in his face, and as far as the eye could see, the outline of the altar was blurred, as if it had melted into the night.

Turning the tent alone, the soldiers served roasted wolf legs and milk tea, Rong Ding thought about his thoughts, ate a wolf leg cleanly, broke the big bone and sucked up the bone marrow, poured a few sips of milk tea fiercely, carried his hands, and walked around the tent.

Praying for the bones is a return to the light, and time is running out.

After dissipating his food, he sat cross-legged and breathed for a long time, feeling that his energy had regained, and then he got out of the tent and took advantage of the night to touch the towering altar.

Calculating the hour, it was already midnight, except for the warriors on duty, everyone slept peacefully, the tent in the distance was silent, only the largest golden tent next to the altar was brightly lit, and the faint sound of singing and dancing was heard, it was Khan Huge and a group of henchmen and cronies who were drunk and dreamed of death, feasting and drinking all night, enjoying the last madness, in order to drive away the fear of death.

The wolves are no longer troubled, so these many people gather in one place, as long as they are not left alone, presumably the demons will not come to them.

Far bypassing the khan's golden tent, he came to the altar and looked up, the altar was divided into three layers, made of white stones, and the shadows were so large that there was no end in sight. This white stone altar is the holy place of the Tie Erren, after Yu Ding became the high priest, he once accompanied the two khans of Bamusa and Huge to the altar to worship the ancestors of the gods, which is no stranger to this.

Today is not as good as in the past, internal and external troubles, life and death, the "holy land" has long lost its mystery, there are no guards on duty next to the altar, Yu Ding easily climbed the stone steps, all the way to the stone platform on the second floor, saw that there was no one around, bent down and carefully groped between the stones, searched for half a moment, sure enough, as Qi Gu said, found a rough white stone, the outline is not square or round, the surface is slightly convex, vaguely a mountain peak of five mountains.

Yu Ding closed his eyes and listened intently, only the sound of the wind whimpered in his ears, like crying and complaining. He groped for the crack of the stone with both hands, the three fingers of his left hand pressed the three protrusions in the upper left corner of the white stone, and the four fingers of his right hand pressed the lower right corner to protrude everywhere, and at the same time pushed inward, and the white stone suddenly disappeared into a trace and was imperceptible.

Rong Ding didn't stop his hand, pushed nine times in a row, Baishi didn't score a few points, and then grabbed the crack of the stone with ten fingers, pulled it out with full strength, the nails were all broken, and the blood was dripping, Baishi slowly moved outward and returned to its original state.

At the moment of resetting, there was a shock under his feet, the stone was loose, and his body fell off the altar involuntarily.

The distance of the fall was not long, only more than one person deep, Yu Ding had already taken precautions, and when his feet hit the ground, he stood firm, and looked up first, but he heard a slight "gurgling" sound from the movement of the stones, and the sound of the wind decreased, and finally disappeared, and the top of his head was impermeable, warm and muggy in all directions, and he was trapped under the altar.

He took out a string of pearls from his bosom and held them high above his head, and after a few breaths, the pearls glowed with a white light, illuminating the surroundings, and he found himself standing at the end of a road, and the walls were all white stones on which the altar was built, large and small, and tightly fitted.

As he walked forward step by step, faster and faster, the road spiraled downward, the slope was extremely steep, and the time to move was at the end. He took a deep breath and stepped into an empty stone room, the stone room was unusually large, ten zhang long and wide, not high, and there were five iron Buddhas standing on the stone platform in the middle, with no mercy on their faces, many heads and arms, making hideous and angry eyes.

He has traveled in the Central Plains for many years, and has heard a little about Buddhism, these five iron Buddhas have a background, which is the central day of Rulai, the Eastern Aja Buddha, the Southern Baosheng Buddha, the Western Amitabha Buddha, and the Northern Buddha is not empty.

What he has to do is to find a way to awaken these five iron Buddhas.