Ghost Li slowly, retracted his gaze from that outwardly fierce but inwardly cowardly Wild Dog, the expression on his face, also gradually changed.
Some desolation, some loneliness, some heartache, some pain …
"Why would I kill you, if killing can save her, even if I have to kill everyone in the world, I would have done it long ago …" He quietly muttered to himself, his voice light and fleeting, "Ten years, other than killing, what else have I done? What exactly am I still alive for? … "
His face desolate, his body slowly turned, ignoring the others, left alone.
Wild Dog Taoist was stunned, Xiao Huan who was standing beside him suddenly changed her expression, actually ran after him. Tanis YiXian was shocked, quickly stretched out his hand to catch up but unexpectedly he caught nothing.
Xiao Huan jogged up to Ghost Li, grabbed Ghost Li's hand, said, "What happened to you, where are you going?"
When Ghost Li was questioned by her, for a moment he felt the entire Heaven and Earth shook, only those four words resounded!
"Where are you going? ... Where are you going? ... Where are you going? ... "
"I... where can I go?"
This man, suddenly lifted his head, looked up at the firmament!
That pitch black sky canopy, black and deep, endless, without a trace of light, the darkness that covered the sky and covered the earth, like covering the sky and covering the earth, rushed down, drowning his figure …
I, where should I go …
In the darkness, a soft voice, quietly asking.
Southern border, Seven Mile Cave.
A sorrowful atmosphere enveloped the entire valley, numerous Miao people surged over from all directions, standing on both sides of the path that led to the altar halfway up the mountain, the elderly, children, strong men, women. In everyone's eyes, endless sorrow, some of the women started to cry slowly, very soon, choking sounds were heard from the crowd.
Qing Long followed behind the Miao tribe leader Tu MaGu, solemnly holding the small blue and white urn containing the ashes of the deceased great shaman, unhurriedly walked towards the altar.
Pairs of eyes, were all on that small blue and white urn, the young men clenched their fists, the women were crying and the elderly's faces, only desolation.
Tribe leader Tu MaGu also remained silent, his face gloomy but he was clearly more able to accept this fact than the other Miao people.
Passing through the crowd, passing through the sorrowful gazes, the mountain breeze blew gently, brushing past the small urn. There seemed to be a soft sound, like singing, like gratification.
This was their homeland!
Qing Long was someone who had seen countless grand occasions but at this moment, his face was solemn and respectful, step by step behind tribe leader Tu MaGu, walked to the altar halfway up the mountain.
On the platform in front of the altar stood a circle of Magi. The older ones had white hair, while the younger ones still had black hair. However, their eyes were filled with the same reverence.
The sorcerer who seemed to be the oldest slowly walked up and bowed deeply to the Azure Dragon, saying a few words in the Miao language. Qing Long did not dare to be negligent and replied respectfully, just that he did not understand the southern border Miao language so he turned and looked at the tribe leader Tu MaGu.
Tu MaGu whispered: "This is the Aries shaman, he is now the leader of the shamans in the altar. He sends his regards to you and is extremely grateful that you have brought back the revered great shaman's remains. "
Qing Long solemnly said, "The great shaman is highly respected and has done his best for our Ghost King sect, what I have done is my duty."
Tu MaGu softly translated his words to the Aries shaman, the Aries shaman nodded his head, walked up to Qing Long and stretched out both of his hands.
Qing Long solemnly handed the small urn in his hands to him.
The Aries shaman solemnly received it, the moment he received it, the surrounding shamans suddenly broke the silence and started chanting a strange scripture in the Miao language, their voices indistinct, illusory and unreal, like the whispers of spirits, like the chill of the cold moon.
The chanting gradually became louder, reverberated far away, reverberating in the mountains of the Seven Mile Cave, at the foot of the mountain, among the crowd, another cry was heard.
The Aries shaman bowed to Qing Long and Tu MaGu, turned and carried the small urn into the altar, the rest of the shamans followed behind. Qing Long watched all of this, his ears still reverberating with the sobbing sounds, he could not help but heaved a long sigh.
Tu MaGu's face dimmed, quietly said, "The entire Miao tribe, thank you honorable envoy for sending the great shaman back to his hometown."
Qing Long solemnly said, "Tribe leader is too courteous, the great shaman has done great kindness to our Ghost King sect, our reverence for the senior, is not inferior to all of you. Our sect Ghost King actually wanted to personally escort the great shaman back but unfortunately he really had something on and could not do it, specially entrusted me to apologise to all of you. "
Tu MaGu nodded his head and said, "Ghost King Master is too courteous, I dare not accept it. Honorable envoy, this way please. "
After speaking, he stretched out his hand and invited Qing Long to walk into the altar.
Qing Long was surprised, secretly felt strange, he thought that the altar was an important place and not accessible to outsiders, could it be that this tribe leader still had something to say to him?
Just that while he was thinking, his feet still walked over, as expected, only Tu MaGu accompanied Qing Long into the altar, the other Miao warriors behind him did not follow, and the group of shamans were nowhere to be seen, most likely they had walked deeper into the altar.
Seeing that there was no one around, Tu MaGu stopped, Qing Long also stopped, looked at this Miao tribe leader whose expression was complicated, quietly said, "Why, tribe leader, don't tell me there is something else?"
Tu MaGu hesitated for a moment, said, "I indeed have one more matter, would like to ask honorable envoy."
Qing Long said, "Please speak."
Tu MaGu said, "That young man who came to our Miao tribe Seven Mile Cave and invited the great shaman over, I wonder how is he now?"
Qing Long was surprised, Ghost Li's figure flashed past his mind, after a moment of hesitation, said, "To be honest tribe leader, that young man is our Ghost King sect vice head but right now he is overwhelmed with grief, very few people know where he went."
Tu MaGu's face revealed a disappointed expression but then his face turned solemn, after a long silence, said, "Then I will have to trouble honorable envoy if you have the chance to meet him, please pass on my words."
Qing Long felt uneasy but still nodded and said, "Tribe leader please speak."
Tu MaGu's eyes gazed into the dark depths of the altar, his voice also became erratic, said, "Please pass on, that day in the southern border Seven Mile Cave altar, an old man's request to him, hope he will remember it in his heart."
Qing Long frowned, he was also an intelligent person, after hearing it once he knew most likely Ghost Li had promised the Miao tribe something, that was why the great shaman decided to disregard everything to save BiYao, a pity Ghost Li was not here, if not he would really want to ask, what was the matter that was so important.
Thinking like that in his heart, Qing Long did not show it on his face, only solemnly nodded and said, "Tribe leader don't worry, I will definitely pass it."
Tu MaGu sighed and was about to say something when suddenly outside the altar, a shrill whistle was heard from afar.
The howl seemed to come from the horizon, uninterrupted but the oppressive sound seemed to come from the nine netherworlds, filled with murderous intent, in it an unfathomable ferocity, rolling over.
In that instant, under this clear sky and bright sun, the entire Seven Mile Cave mountains were filled with ghostly cries, innumerable ferocious beasts roaring and roaring, the sounds shook the valleys, thunders rumbled, like huge waves of the sea, swallowing this small island of Seven Mile Cave.
Tu MaGu's countenance suddenly changed, even Qing Long's countenance also changed slightly, both of them dashed out of the altar at the same time, the sky above the Seven Mile Cave, the original azure blue sky, had already been covered by the dark clouds.
The ear-piercing howl was still rumbling unceasingly, the dark clouds rolled over and over, the Miao people at the foot of the mountain were panic-stricken, children, women and children were screaming loudly.
Gusts of Yin wind, coldly blew out from the dark clouds in the sky, like a proud demon, grinning hideously at the ground.
The galloping footsteps finally neared, the first enormous figure appeared on the distant mountaintop.
The white bones were particularly dazzling under the black clouds, but the three pairs of colorful wings on its back were strangely beautiful. However, such beautiful wings were growing on the body of a giant snake that only had white bones left except for its head. It looked especially terrifying.
A close to three zhang long white-boned snake, flapped the three pairs of wings on its back, the tongue on the snake's head kept on flicking in and out, spitting out waves of black gas.
The next moment, from behind this white-boned snake, beside it, even the undulating mountain ranges, on the surrounding valleys and peaks of the Seven Mile Cave, in the endless ghostly cries, numerous strange demonic beasts and races surged out, shrieking, grinning hideously, brandishing their weapons and claws, charged down from the mountain, pouncing into this valley, towards the terrified people.
And at this moment, in the horizon, in the whistling of the Yin wind, suddenly a thunderclap exploded, the rumbling deafening sound, like waves rolling over and over, shook the Heaven and Earth, mixed with that indistinct roar:
LingLong …
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