A Million Possible

Chapter 604 Shocking Thunder Appears, He Mu Chu (Five Thousand Words!)

The brilliant glow dimmed quickly, not because the sun had set but was blocked.

The boundless demon seemed to have been planning for a long time, patiently dormant. At this moment, the mountain guard was closed, and the 100,000 demon screamed and flew up, instantly blocking the sky with nothing left.

The sharp call sign attracted people’s attention. The confrontation over the past month has already put the Dao Sect disciples’ vigilance down, especially…today’s sunset is so beautiful, no one would have thought that the mountain protection formation would be broken from the inside.

…

“what!”

As if there was a brief silence, immediately, a screaming scream cut through the mountains. It was an Outer Sect disciple near the edge of the formation at the foot of the mountain. Was the first victim.

A nearby monster rushed up, bit his chest easily, swallowed his internal organs, the bucket fell on the ground, and the grunting screams became weaker and weaker, and quickly disappeared completely.

And it was as if the horn of attack was sounded, countless monsters with wings swooped down and slaughtered the nearest Outer Sect disciples.

Their sharp claws pierced the young chest, and the blood basin swallowed their lower limbs and vitality.

This scene happened so quickly that people didn’t even react.

After a full breath, the countless inner disciple on the nine peaks of the Inner Sect finally woke up, and immediately squeezed the long sword with a pale face, rushed out, but looked at the enemy in the sky, at a loss.

“The big formation is broken! The big formation is broken!”

Someone exclaimed, so people looked at the mountain where the hub of the big formation was in shock.

His face was full of shock and doubt.

They didn’t understand why the guarding formation suddenly broke down.

Suddenly, on the main peak, a Sword Ray flew out of the Great Hall. Big Elder’s face was as cold as northern ice, and her body was trembling with anger and disbelief. Her eyes were red, looking at the collapsed pavilion, floating. Heiqi, a shout full of anger exploded on the peaks:

“Zhou Ming! It’s you!”

The voice fell, and from the collapsed pavilion, a black figure suddenly sprang out. The figure was wearing a robes and his face was gloomy. Behind him, it was waving two dark wings.

“Brother Zhou…”

“It’s Senior Brother Zhou… he closed the big formation!”

“Traitor! Traitor!!”

Among the peaks, countless disciples woke up like a dream and scolded, and Elder swept away decisively with Sword Ray!

However, Zhou Ming seemed to have been prepared for a long time, waving his wings and flying back, looking at the sky and shouting: “Master, save me!”

Immediately, in the sky, a dark turbid air descended, rolled up Zhou Ming, and pulled him into the sky. The huge Demon King slowly rose from the edge of the mountains.

Its scarlet eyes looked down at Zhou Ming and let out a harsh laugh in his flattering smile, seeming to be extremely content with this trick.

After laughing, it swept across the mountains with cold eyes, and uttered, “Kill!”

One hundred thousand big monsters got the order, turned into a whirlwind and rolled down, fighting with those disciples.

“Fight against! Fight against!”

The big Elder shouted angrily. In the peaks, the rest of the peak owners and the Elders also woke up from their practice and hurriedly drew their swords to fight.

However, this attack was too sudden after all, and the strength was too wide. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of disciples died.

…

At the foot of the mountain, by the stream.

Yi Xiaohe looked at the sky with a pale face, and at the side of the Demon King, Zhou Ming, who bowed and smiled, angrily drew his sword and killed a few monsters that had been besieged. He trembled: “Zhou Ming! Why!?”

In the sky, Zhou Ming frowned when he heard the sound, and there was a little love and pity in his eyes:

“Junior sister, the world is gone, why bother to resist? I want to live by the big battle, but what’s the point of this? In the end, I ended up with a tragic death? It is better to abandon the dark and turn to the demon method, and assist the master. This is the clear way.”

After a pause, a trace of greed appeared in his faint scarlet eyes, and said:

“Junior sister, you might as well persuade the leader to return according to my words. When the time comes, I will ask the Lord to upload and teach you the Supreme Demon Technique. You and I become a dual cultivation dao companion. Wouldn’t it be better to seek longevity together than to die in the wilderness? You… ”

Yi Xiaohe became more angry as she listened, tears rolled from her black and white eyes, and she suddenly rebuked:

“Get out! You traitor can’t die!”

After that, he urged Gold Core, and a Sword Ray was cut to the sky, and was shaken apart by Zhou Ming’s hand. Then his face turned cold, his ferocity was full, holding the black mist in his hand, he wanted to attack Yi Xiaohe, but he was killed by another. A Sword Ray blocked it.

“Xiaohe, go!”Elder yelled and greeted Zhou Ming with a sword. The mountain-like Demon King didn’t seem to be eager to attack, his bloody eyes were full of abuse.

At this moment, the sky was rolling and dark as night. Above the nine peaks, there was the sound of killing, and monsters gathered and attacked. The lowly disciples of Cultivation Base were almost extinct in an instant, and only Cultivation Base was still struggling to support.

In mid-air, where Zhou Ming was the opponent of Big Elder, relying on the demon power, he barely resisted for two rounds and flees back. The big Elder chased after him, but saw that the demon king who was always on the side finally moved, and the black mist was filled. With a flash of blood, the big Elder of the Cultivation Base vomited blood and flew back like a broken kite.

“Master!!”

Yi Xiaohe yelled sternly, and looked around, she saw smoke billowing, Blood Qi filled her, she couldn’t help feeling desperate, but in the next second, she just listened to the rumbling of the peaks, and a breath rose. The group of demons retreated one after another under the dangerous instinct, and the fight was a stop. The Demon King also stared at the past, and said every word: “Yi Jiufeng!”

In the next second, I saw a thin old man stepping into the empty line.

Yi Jiufeng’s face sank like water, holding a sword in his right hand, and throwing an object at a peak master with his left hand, and said in a deep voice, “Sect disciple, withdraw into the back mountain!”

Having said that, he rolled up the violent wind with his large robe and sleeves, his beard was flying, his eyes were fiery, and he slashed towards the Demon King with a sword!

The sky shone slightly, and above the Nine Peaks, the remaining disciples looked up to the sky one after another, with expressions of excitement on their faces.

Yi Xiaohe also took a deep look at his father, wiped away his tears, and found the unconscious Master, and fled the battlefield with the other seniors.

Hundreds of Sword Rays cut through the dark sky, and after a few breaths, they had withdrawn into the back mountain and fleeed towards the innermost deserted hill. Immediately, the peak master threw Yi Jiufeng to him a small white jade pagoda. After hearing the wind, the tower became known, and its breath turned into a phantom, covering the mountain.

Many disciples recognized that this is the Sect treasure, the treasure handed down by the ancestor of Transcends Tribulation, although it is not as good as the mountain guard, it is also a thing with extremely terrifying defense.

“Look!”

The disciples fell on the mountain, saw the white pagoda enveloped them, and felt a little peace of mind. Then they looked back at the sky, where the clouds rolled and the Sword Ray was vertical and horizontal. With their eyesight, they couldn’t see the details of the battle.

After ten breaths, a thin figure fell from the sky with a loud noise.

“It’s the head!”

Someone exclaimed.

The peak master was about to open a gap in the Phantom of the White Tower. The disciples hurriedly responded to the leader, but only saw Yi Jiufeng’s white robe stained with blood, his breath was disordered and weak, and his right arm was twisted abnormally. Weak and unable to stand!

“Head!”

Disciples cried and surrounded them, and hurriedly fed Medicine Pill.

At this time, the Demon King seemed to be injured as well, and he roared furiously. A hundred thousand monsters rolled like a cloud, crashing frantically, biting the White Pagoda phantom.

Densely dense, covering every gap.

The White Tower phantom flickered immediately, as if it was about to collapse, but for a while, it was unable to break through.

Seeing this scene, the remaining hundred disciples of the Dao Sect were all pale and desperate, knowing that they were in desperation.

The Demon King is injured and will not attack for the time being, but the White Pagoda is not as good as the mountain guarding formation after all.

Above the barren mountain, there was a moment of silence, and despair filled the face of every disciple.

Faintly, some disciples actually cried and sobbed endlessly.

“Why are you crying? A big man will die! Rather than being like those Sects whose backbones were discounted and fleeing into the wilderness and being killed by the monster clan, it is considered dead!”

A tall disciple got up angrily and scolded.

Another thin disciple sitting on a barren mountain silently swallowed the Medicine Pill, pulled off a corner of his robe with a stab, wiped the long sword soaked in black blood, and said: “That is, if you have the strength to cry, it is better to wait. Kill a few more, it will be enough if you die.”

The crying gradually ceased, but the air of grief became more intense. The Kunhe battle, Sect Elite was almost half of the battle, and most of the rest were low-lying, young disciples of Cultivation Base, lacking experience.

Seeing that you are in a desperate situation now, you can think of the teachers and friends around you who get along day and night are buried in the bones, sadness comes from it, where can you be strong?

Even those who seem to be heroic, but are they not the helpless performance of being in a desperate situation?

Suddenly, a female disciple wailed: “Big Elder is gone!”

When everyone looked at it, they saw a few disciples kneeling beside Elder, already crying!

The rest of the disciples could no longer hold back when they heard the sound, and burst into tears. In a moment, under the dim sky, there were endless wailing!

Yi Xiaohe, who was standing by the head, was trembling and almost heartbroken. The teacher’s body fell, his father was seriously injured, and the teacher’s goalkeeper was killed. Her face was pale, filled with death will.

Want to commit suicide, but it is extremely unwilling!

“Ahem!”

Suddenly, Yi Jiufeng coughed and immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

“The head is awake, the head is awake!”

At this moment, Yi Jiufeng no longer had the sharpness of the original. On his thin face, he was gray and gray. He sat on the ground and looked around. Only on the barren mountain, only a hundred people were left wounded, or Weeping, or being silent, or in a daze, the first Sect that stood for thousands of years on the mainland has fallen, and only a few hundred people remain.

Yi Jiufeng’s eyes were dark, with blood and tears in his eyes. The thousand-year Sect was about to be wiped out in his hands. He remembered that after his death, he had no face under Jiuquan and faced the ancestors of the past. , At this moment, Yi Jiufeng seemed to be a hundred years old in an instant, almost running out of oil, and his chapped lips moved, but it was hard to make a sound.

“Water! Get water!”

Yi Xiaohe hurriedly shouted.

The disciples hurriedly dispersed, looking around, but this mountain has been deserted for a long time. There is a stream under the mountain, but it is outside the White Tower. They looked around, where to find water?

A young disciple suddenly looked up and vaguely saw a place with sparse vegetation.

He staggered and walked over, and immediately found that this seemed to be a dilapidated courtyard, but he didn’t know that it had been abandoned for hundreds of years. There was only black and rotten wood left in the fence, and the house fell into ruins and weeds in the small courtyard. There is only one big tree standing tall.

“That seems to be… a water tank?”

The young disciple was stunned, and vaguely saw that there was a tank under the big tree. He ran over and took a look, but saw that the tank was full of rotten leaves. Where was the slightest water?

He sighed with resentment in his heart, clenched his fist and smashed it fiercely. He directly smashed the water tank and the tiles flew around, but did not want to roll up the dust and dead leaves, revealing a “wooden sculpture” under the tree.

This disciple was stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to brush off the fallen leaves. He immediately horrified and then retreated. He staggered and exclaimed: “Man! There is someone here!!”

His shout immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the disciples, and two more people ran over and took a closer look. They were shocked to find that there was an old man sitting under the tree!

It’s just that this person is old and indescribable. The body is sitting among the dead branches and leaves. The skin is covered with a thick layer of dust. Almost no human form can be seen. He can only vaguely distinguish the face. It is better to say that he is a living person. It is more appropriate to be a corpse.

“This is… dead, right?”

“Why did he die here?”

Several disciples were shocked in their hearts and looked at each other, and immediately realized that this place is located in the back mountain. If you can sit here, you must be a member of Sect if you want to come. According to the seniority, it must be senior, but for some reason, he died alone. here.

Thinking of this, several disciples showed grief, stood up straight, bowed and saluted, and said, “Junior is reckless. I don’t want to disturb senior. Please forgive me.”

Having said that, several people suddenly remembered that after a while, they would also die here, and a sense of fatalism was born in despair.

“Alright, I will wait for death later, and go to the underworld to apologize to the senior in person.” A disciple laughed at himself.

The other person sighed, and said with emotion: “I don’t know who the senior name is, but he is lonely in a barren mountain.”

After thinking about it, he simply stepped forward and fumbled for it.

According to the Dao Sect’s rules, every disciple carries an identity plate with him, which is the mark of entering and leaving the Sect, and is also a mark to determine the identity after death. The name plate and the typesetting in the Sect are used to determine the entry time and seniority.

I touched the ground next to the corpse, and he really pulled out a rusty iron chain. The rust of the iron chain was almost extremely serious. Fortunately, the jade tag strung on it was not afraid of time and wiped it with his robe. , Can still recognize the handwriting.

The disciple looked at it carefully, and suddenly said in astonishment: “This is actually… the teacher from a thousand years ago?”

“What? A thousand years? Did you make a mistake?” The disciple next to him asked in surprise.

What is the concept of a thousand years?

If this mummified corpse really has gone through a thousand years, where can there be bones left in such an environment? It has long rotted into slag, and if you take into account the life span, even if it is hundreds of years, it is impossible to preserve it so well.

“That’s right, you can count it yourself. If you count up, you can easily figure it out.” The disciple said hurriedly.

At this time, the movement here finally attracted more people’s attention.

“What are you doing?”

Shouted a deacon.

These disciples hurriedly ran back and told the story again, but in this desperate atmosphere, this weird incident also attracted everyone’s attention.

“A thousand years ago? Can the name be distinguished on this nameplate?” Deacon asked with a frown.

“It can be seen clearly, this senior has the surname He, single name in wooden characters.”

Hemu?

Everyone was at a loss.

After a thousand years, how can they know this name.

“Cough cough cough!”

Suddenly, I heard the head coughing violently again, and everyone looked around, but saw Yi Jiufeng clinging to his daughter’s hand with one hand, his eyes widened, and he looked at this side: “You…you said, he What is your name?”

The disciple was at a loss and didn’t understand why the leader was like this. He simply walked over and handed the nameplate to Yi Xiaohe. The latter wiped it off, looked at it carefully, and said, “Hemu, it’s Hemu, this typesetting… It is indeed a senior for a thousand years.”

Yi Xiaohe was surprised.

Hemu…hemu…hemu…

Yi Jiufeng stared at the nameplate in a daze. In his mind, a scene of memories exploded. He propped up his body and looked at the ruined courtyard. In the vagueness before his eyes, he could see that his young man was counted five hundred years ago by the master. Xuan led, carrying wine and vegetables, and knocked on the door of the low thatched cottage on the snowy winter night.

As if seeing Master let himself be called.It seemed to see Master sitting and drinking with the old man who had been practicing Qi for hundreds of years.

It is as if I saw Master seriously speaking about his worries, his worries, the words that commented on his personality defects, and finally, the words that asked the other party while holding the table:

“In the future, if Sect is in danger of extinction, I hope my brother can think of his old feelings and help him one or two!”

The disaster of extinction…the disaster of extinction…

Yi Jiufeng stared at that side blankly, only this sentence resounding in his mind, as if thunder, and as if the master came back from his life, whispering in his ear.

In the silent air, Yi Jiufeng finally uttered two words:

“Uncle…”

What?

Yi Xiaohe was stunned, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

The other disciples around were also stunned.

Uncle?

Is the head calling that corpse? Uncle? That turned out to be the uncle in charge? Counting years…his…Thousands of years ago, the seniority seemed really right.

But…According to the Dao Sect tradition, after the head of the ruler came to the throne, Sect was supreme. Even when facing the elders, there is no need to judge by generation.

But the headmaster called him uncle. Doesn’t this mean that this person is the senior brother of Ji Xuan, the head of Ji Xuan?

After he succeeded to the throne, he was still called by his seniority, which shows that this person must be very Bufan, but disciples who know the history of Sect can’t recall the name “Hemu” anyway.

If he is really Bufan, why hasn’t he heard of it?

And, if Bufan, how could he die alone in this barren mountain?

In the confusion, everyone seemed to forget that they were in the Jedi and the monster that was constantly gnawing and scratching outside the white tower phantom.

“Xiaohe, help me up!”

Suddenly, Yi Jiufeng spoke.

Yi Xiaohe was stunned. Although he was unknown, he still supported his father with strength. Immediately, Yi Jiufeng stepped forward, holding his wounded body step by step, and walked towards the small courtyard. The other disciples also followed up blankly.

Not long after, everyone came to the courtyard.

Yi Jiufeng took a closer look at the mummy and seemed to be verifying something. Yaque was silent in the scene. After a while, Yi Jiufeng shook his head bitterly. In his perception, although the mummy did not rot for hundreds of years, But there is indeed no vitality.

He shook his head and laughed at himself in his heart, laughing that he actually had expectations for Master’s words. It has been a thousand years. Even if the Master is so amazing and amazing, he has only lived for five hundred years. Where can Uncle survive for a thousand years?

Even if you are alive, what can you do? Do you want to look up to a cultivator?

After all…it was nothing.

Yi Jiufeng sighed in his heart and looked at the mummy again. Although he had no hope, he couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of fate.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the nameplate and placed it on the ground in front of him. Then he knelt down on the ground, folded his hands together, and saluted the mummy:

“I was disturbed by my uncle’s sleep, and I still hope to forgive me. In the past, Master talked with you Bingzhu night, vividly, but didn’t want to. This world really made Master talk about it. The battle of Kunhe is my responsibility, and it is finally implicated. Sect lost in the hands of Jiufeng, faceless facing the ancestors of Sect, and asked the uncle to inform Master under Jiuquan. Later, I will die in battle, and Jiufeng will beg your sin!”

After all, Yi Jiufeng only heard the loud rumbling above his head. Everyone looked up, and the Supreme Treasure White Pagoda gave birth to countless cracks.

The cold wind was blowing, and the barren mountains howled.

Yi Jiufeng stood up, lifted the long sword with his left arm, tried to straighten his spine, and felt decisive:

“As the head of Sect, I am implicated in the death of thousands of Sect disciples today. It is an unshirkable responsibility. At the end of this life, I only intend to repay in the next life!”

The remaining hundred and ten disciples drew their swords one after another, raised their swords to the sky, shouting together: “Death for Sect, no regrets!”

When the voice fell, he heard the demon king roar, and the hundred thousand demon clan would fly down.

At this moment, thunder was born on the ground, electric snakes rolled in the sky, thunder bursts, the gale blew, and the mountains were silent, and a hundred thousand demons were shocked.

Immediately, the earth shook violently, and the world changed color, as if something was about to break out of the ground!

The Demon King suddenly let out an uneasy roar, and Yi Jiufeng and others looked around in amazement.

In the next second, I heard Yi Xiaohe shout: “Look!”

After hearing the reputation, everyone saw that behind them, under the old tree, numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the “mummy”. In the cracks, bright golden light burst out, illuminating the mountains! ! !

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ps1: The protagonist has appeared, well, he has appeared as promised.

ps2: I can’t think of a good chapter name, so I made up this.