C1 Black Turtle

"The profound entrance is urgent!"

In the vast earth, in the black abyss, the soldiers that were kneeling before the abyss were clad in broken armor and were covered in fresh blood, as if they had just climbed out from hell.

"A large group of demons appeared at the Ming Guan. Ten miles away from the Ming Guan, half of the Array Stripe have been destroyed. General, please help!"

Behind them, a huge black claw was sliced off and stood upright on the ground like a mountain piercing into the clouds. Black smoke billowed and curled up within it.

"Victor's French is collapsing, and his Vermillion Bird Camp has been destroyed in numerous battles. General, please support him!"

The black abyss on the ground erupted with dazzling light once more. The city that was built above the formation began to collapse, leaving behind only thirteen structures to withstand the pressure.

"General, it's too late!" Leave or stay, give me a message! "

Someone could not help but speak as they advanced forward. The old general sitting on the platform finally opened his eyes. He scanned the soldiers and generals beneath the platform.

Everyone was terrified, their eyes filled with fear. They wished they could immediately leave this place, this place where demons were crawling.

He did not say anything, but a hundred miles away, a sword light suddenly shot straight into the sky. Someone shouted hoarsely, "The people call this place the Great De Green Dragon, the Great Devil Tiger! Now, the White Tiger has extended its claws, and the Green Dragon cannot be seen! The White Tiger started to die, what face does the Azure Dragon have for it to exist in the world! "

As he spoke, his voice was filled with grief and indignation. As the sword beam shattered into four pieces in the sky, it was sent in all directions. The sound gradually disappeared, leaving only the abyss behind.

The old general looked tired. "Is there still no news from the Azure Dragon?"

"No news at all."

He looked at the thirteen people in front of him and sighed. "Stand up."

He looked at them one by one, his gaze like knives that wanted to carve their faces into his heart. "Vermillion Bird perished, White Tiger perished, Azure Dragon hidden. We only have fourteen out of the three thousand Black Tortoises."

"I can't keep my Fuchi Abyss any longer, you can go."

"General!" Everyone cried out in alarm, prostrating themselves on the ground. Tears flowed everywhere, but not a single one of them moved.

The old general closed his eyes, "General has died a hundred times in battle, I had anticipated this day would come. I will die on the battlefield, to protect the two sides of the Path of the Demons, dying in the right place, dying in the right way! "I have no regrets in this life, take my son and leave quickly."

The person closest to the old general suddenly laughed, he stood up casually and turned to give an order: "I am the right general of Black Tortoise Camp! If the general is going to die, then how can I live a life that I cannot? Protect the general's youngest son, and I will stay. "

The moment he said this, the bewilderment, the fear, all disappeared and was replaced with the courage to calmly die.

Another person laughed and said, "Although I am not talented, I am also given the title of a centurion. I don't have any soldiers under my command, so I should just die with this name."

"Maocai is the youngest and has the best talent. He shouldn't die here. Let him bring Weiji away. We old bones, even if we go, where can we go?"

"The Black Tortoise Forbidden Area could only be sacrificed with the lives of thirteen of us. I'm afraid that it will not be enough with just the general!"

The old general did not shirk away and laughed heartily, "A hundred years of Tang Dynasty and a thousand years of profound strength. We are willing to use our remains to buy twenty more years for the Tang Dynasty. "

"We are willing to use our remains to buy twenty more years for our Tang Dynasty!"

They roared together, their faces solemn as they looked at the last person. That person's face was young and tender, but his face was already filled with the vicissitudes of life.

He did not refuse, nor did he even have the intention to refuse. He only bowed deeply and said, "Fellow brothers, good bye. Maocai will not disappoint you!"

The remaining thirteen people, including the general, returned the greeting solemnly, "Maocai, be careful. I'll leave the Black Tortoise Meridian to you!"

Maocai wiped his face and left without turning back.

It was just that after he had kowtowed three times when he came out of the Black Tortoise Camp, he kowtowed to the Vermillion Bird once, then he kowtowed to the Vermillion Bird once, then he died together with the vermillion sparrow while facing the abyss without suffering any injuries; he had kowtowed to the White Tiger twice, and guarded the country with not a single inch of soil. Before he died, he had killed thirty-eight great demons, unparalleled in the world.

Just think that he was already dead!

He told himself in his heart, and in the end, hugged the unconscious three-year-old child tightly, took a glance at the motionless Green Dragon Camp, spat fiercely, and turned to leave.

Behind him, the power of thirteen bloodlines appeared, transforming into thirteen coffins that floated above the Fuchi Abyss, suppressing it!

As the life force disappeared from the forbidden area, Maocai quickened his pace as if he was trying to escape.

Sometimes, it takes more courage to live than to die.

At that time, the Tianyuan attacked with its Demon World for two years, and its Fuchi Abyss was destroyed.

Not long after, news spread: Out of the four great camps that were guarding Fuchi Abyss, the Xuanwu forces did not fight back. The White Tiger of the Vermillion Bird was not fit for the position at all. After battling for half an incense stick of time with the Demon World, it was defeated and fled, dying in defeat. With the blessing of the Tang Dynasty of the heavens, the Azure Dragon Battalion turned the tide and killed thirty-eight Greater Demons. Then, they forged thirteen sarcophaguses to suppress them, thereby prolonging the life of our Tang Dynasty for twenty years.

This was a precious twenty years which allowed the Human Clan to make sufficient preparations.

After this news was spread, the reputation of Green Dragon Camp rose greatly. General Hongguang who was guarding this camp, Great General, was revered in history and revered by tens of thousands of people.

The Black Tortoise Faction was bestowed the title of "Tortoise Slave".

… ….

Snowy falls the rain, the cold moon solo star warms the river Han.

Light smoke and dim grass, cold lamp of broken temple please wind.

It was a run-down temple built halfway up the mountain. Half of the statue of the Martial Saint in the middle of the temple had already collapsed, and the golden paint had been taken away by some audacious person, leaving behind a pile of ugly clumps of mud hidden beneath the bright exterior.

It was bitter and cold in the north. Snow was falling outside the temple, covering thousands of miles in silver.

The temple door was tightly shut in the winter night. Even though the wind and snow were violently knocking on the door, it was still firmly blocked by the outside.

In the middle of the dilapidated temple was a large fire. The firewood was almost burnt out, leaving only a few sparks dancing on the burning charcoal.

The light and the light were flickering, and the shadow of the Martial Saint was getting smaller and smaller on the wall.

In the middle of this silent and dilapidated temple, this strange scene continued. It was as if the fire was never going to stop burning, and the dancing flames would never stop.

It was only when a strange scene appeared that everything was interrupted.

The headless shadow of the Martial Saint suddenly had a head. Not only did it have a head, it also had a beard on the side.

In the instant that the flames danced, a person suddenly appeared in the ruined temple.

That person wore a thin green robe with a pair of sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a pair of black and red arms that were like lava, looking extremely ferocious.

The dancing flames on the coals seemed to freeze suddenly, and then seemed to shrink their necks, half an inch shorter, and scuttle away from the fire, into a corner of the ruined temple.

Thus, the only thing that remained in the broken temple was the dark red glow of the fire. The person who had appeared silently at the opposite end of the light began to speak.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was chewing on burning charcoal, and each word was slurred, "Green City's Liu, a hundred gold taels, Hai, Yi Hai, Ji Zang. At this time, Second Young Master Liu saluted."

If such nonsense were to be heard by ordinary people, they would have thought that the man was an idiot. However, if it were to be heard by someone who knew how to act, he would instantly turn pale with fright.

This was the oldest language used by assassins in Tang Dynasty, also known as "Phantom Cut", "Cut", "Secret Words". Only very few people used it in recent years, and only the most noble and mysterious of assassins would use this kind of cutting technique.

What that man said just now meant that the hundred taels of gold promised by the Liu Clan of Qingcheng had already been obtained. At three in the morning of November 1, 1993, Old Master Liu was already dead.

After he finished speaking, the broken temple remained silent. Other than the occasional crackling of the burning charcoal against the wet firewood, there was no other sound at all.

This was very awkward. However, that person seemed to not have noticed in the slightest that he was actually a rock. He was standing there motionlessly and extremely patient.

There was finally movement in the deserted and dilapidated temple.

A flickering flame shot out from behind the Martial Saint. The flames cast a shadow on the side of the wall.

The shadow stretched lazily, as if it was going to break this broken temple under the fire.

He spoke lazily, but his voice was very young, "Those who follow the Dao will not be able to follow the way of the Dao." [I threw them off once and sent them to the yamen. In the end, I couldn't kill any of them. They knew they were scared, so they went back while kowtowing and begging for mercy.]

The man with black and red arms like lava was not surprised at all. Seemingly knowing that he was here, he continued to speak stiffly, "Smash the bowl, ram the wall, beat the crap out of us, spin our souls, rain at three stars." If you do this, you will easily end up dead. Even if you do something tough, I won't be able to save you. By then, I won't even be able to cry in time.)

The shadow behind the Martial Saint laughed out loud, "Revolving of the soul, head on the ground, opening eyes and looking at the sky. Qingshan is still laughing like a blue sea. No matter who stomps on the ground, he will not be able to fart." I'm not afraid even if I die. With you around, who would dare touch me? If they can't, at most they'll just be satisfied with their words.)

The crimson-armed figure suddenly fell silent.

A rustling sound came from behind the Martial Saint. The young voice changed to a normal manner of speech and said calmly: "Uncle Mao, wait for me. I will wear some clothes. You know, when the weather is hot, I like to sleep naked."

The way this young man spoke was completely inconceivable. It was snowing heavily outside, and there was even a string of icicles hanging at the corner of the temple, yet he still thought it was too hot!

However, the truth seemed to be like this. The young man quickly put on his clothes and crawled out from behind the mud core of the Martial Saint. His head was covered in sweat and his face was red.

The middle-aged man with the black and red arms became absent-minded and a little sad, but he quickly regained his senses and became as cold and hard as an iceberg once again.

The young man in front of him was eighteen years old. Fifteen years ago, he was only three years old.

Fifteen years ago, many things had happened, and fifteen years was enough to change many things. For example, a child who didn't know anything had been meticulously carved into a killing tool.

That young man lifted up his clothes and fanned himself with the wind. As he looked at the middle-aged man smirking foolishly, the warmth in his eyes thickened.

His face was ordinary, but his eyes were extremely bright, just like two black pearls. Those eyebrows were originally shaped like sharp eyebrows, but when they curved downwards, the sharp feeling disappeared and was replaced by an uncontrollable intimacy.

No one who saw him would ever think that he was the famous god of death, "sleeper". Rumor has it that the reason he had such a title was because his dead targets could feel his light breath on their necks before they died.

Thinking carefully, he was extremely terrified.

The middle-aged man looked at him in satisfaction, sat down cross-legged, and chattered, "The Faangcun Mount down there has been pressed down by three inches. There might be a demon race lurking around, you need to pay more attention."

"Yes."

"Buddha of South Sect said that he wanted to talk to you about the Buddhist scriptures. I think it's true that he wants to use this opportunity to kill you, so don't take it to heart."

"Six is not clean, yet he's still called Buddha. I think it's more like a buddhist bastard with a mind of his own. Don't worry, I won't bother with him."

"Behind the snowy mountain, there will be another Jingyuv Gathering."

Tang Weiji was fanning himself with his sleeves when he heard this and suddenly froze.

Killing a chicken to set an example and making an example for others was for the Jingyuv Conference, which was secretly being mischievous about it. Naturally, the one whipping it was the biggest criminal, Black Turtle, for the past fifteen years.

He stayed silent for a while, and in the end, said bitterly: "Whatever you tell me, there will be Jingyuv every year. You have never allowed me to go there, and those people with the spirit turtle bloodline deserve to die! It's because our Black Tortoise Bloodline is the ancestor of the Spirit Turtle Bloodline.

"In the past, it would be useless even if you were to go. Every session of the Jingyuv will be overseen by people. If you are to go and save them, don't mention saving them, I'm afraid that you will die for nothing."

Tang Weiji's eyes lit up when he heard this. He was able to recognize three of them. He was excited but also a little uneasy, "Uncle Mao, you mean …?"

"Yes, the Jingyuv will be different this time. You can go." Uncle Mao gave an affirmative answer, "The person hosting the Jingyuv Assembly this time is an inner disciple of the Faangcun Mount. His cultivation level is not high and his tone is very loud.

"Why does it sound like I'm inviting someone to join me?" Tang Weiji sneered: "Or is it that Faangcun Mount has great confidence in this person, is he trying to set an example?"

"Both of them, the person sent by Faangcun Mount is the sect's Xue Zang's genius, his realm is not high, but his strength is not weak. I found out that it is possible that he came specifically for you, someone guessed at the power of your bloodline." Uncle Mao looked at him and said softly, "I suggest you not go."

Tang Weiji fell into deep thought.

The snow fell soundlessly in the night, the silver moon shone in the dark, and the few great stars of Xing Han followed closely behind.

The sky was white, and there was a thin layer of ash on the red charcoal. It was no longer as bright as it had been before.

All the way until the crowing of the roosters, the golden light of the sunrise, the red light of dawn — all the way until the heaven and earth shined brightly.

Tang Weiji finally looked up, his eyes were bloodshot.

He looked at Uncle Mao who was watching him from the side, fiercely nodded, and decisively and urgently said: "Go! How could he not go! My Black Tortoise was harmed by a lowly person and is stuck in a pit of mud. Since I am the only true person of the Black Tortoise, the glory of my father's generation should not be annihilated just because of this. I will wash away the grievances that they have suffered and restore the spirits of my uncles in heaven! "

"Fifteen years! More than 5000 days and night, Uncle Mao, do you know how I spent my days and nights? There is not a day when I am not thinking of revenge! It's as if someone is screaming in my mind! "

He could not help but stand up. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was burning.

He ripped off the clothes on his body, revealing his scarred upper body. He forcefully pushed open the door of the temple, facing the north wind and the snow, facing the icy cold world.

"Revenge!" Revenge! "Revenge!"