C704 Blood Flowed like a River

The north wind was like a blade, the cold wind howling. Lin Yuhan rode his camel across the desolate desert, following the rise and fall of the mountains. He looked at the vast sea of stars, the pale moonlight, and felt the cold and merciless night.

One night, one day. . . One night, one day. Two days and two nights without rest, just as they were about to reach the foot of the mountain. . . However, Lin Yuhan didn't continue his journey. Instead, he found a secluded place and rested well for the whole night. He woke up in the middle of the night. He was not in a hurry to set off. Instead, he sat quietly and got lucky. He practiced his inner force for the first half of the night. This was the last and most important part of Lin Yuhan's preparation.

With the help of the experts of Ming Cult and Jue Wuchen, the current One-Line Mountain could be said to be a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. He would have a slim chance of survival if he went there. Lin Yuhan wasn't a coward who was afraid of death, but he wasn't going to die either. He was going to save them. To be precise, he was going to turn the tide.

To be honest, when Nie Yun used the Sword Sect as a reason to persuade Lin Yuhan, At this moment, Lin Yuhan felt a little hesitant in his heart. He thought of the burden on his shoulders. He thought of Lin Chenghou, Lin Yuchen, the disciples of Sword Sect, and of course, Yuen Xuan. He even felt some fear in his heart. He also felt some attachment to death. The attachment to life. This was a feeling Lin Yuhan had never felt before. It didn't matter if it was when he broke into the Renmo Mound. It was the attack on the Tang Sect and the mass graves.

Lin Yuhan had a feeling now. I haven't lived too selfishly and coldblooded these years. Because of guilt, he openly avoided everything and all the responsibilities he had to bear. Because he felt that he owed something in his heart, he used the simplest and most violent method, but in the end, he owed more and more.

It could only be said that too many things had happened during this period of time. It was completely unexpected, and the world had been turned upside down. Lin Yuhan's state of mind had also changed greatly, and he had started to think. In the past, now, and in the future, he would dare to face things that he had deliberately avoided in the past, and he had some thoughts that he would never have in the past.

The most outstanding one was that day when Yuen Xuan rushed back and said those words. After that, Lin Yuhan's first reaction was just like what Hee Lin had said. He went crazy for himself and grabbed Yuen Xuan's hand at all costs. He would never let go of Yuen Xuan's hand. He would resist everything for her, even if it was the entire world.

Unfortunately, Yuen Xuan did not give Lin Yuhan this chance.

Lin Yuhan still did not understand what was going on. Yuen Xuan turned around. After careful consideration, she made this decision after weighing the pros and cons. Or was she just tired and tired? He was also afraid. He had given Lin Yuhan too many chances, but Lin Yuhan hadn't cherished them. As a result, he did not have the courage to wait for Lin Yuhan to give the verdict, so he gave himself the "death sentence. " All along, He took the initiative too many times, so he took the initiative for the last time. He had taken the initiative to give up.

The weather had just come to an end when Lin Yuhan set off. He did not ride the camel, because it was always the mountain path. Riding the camel was slow, and he ran all the way until he reached the foot of the mountain in the morning.

There was a strong smell of blood. He did not know where it came from, but according to the smell, there should be corpses everywhere. But. . .

Blood! Lin Yuhan only took a few steps before he understood the reason behind it. Not too far away, there was a "Blood Stream" hidden behind a layer of snow. It was bright red, and it was impossible to tell which stream had been dyed red by blood. Or had it been formed from blood? It was not only here, but also in front of them. It was such a huge place, with just a glance. . . There were at least four or five such 'Blood Stream Sects'.

Lin Yuhan didn't dare imagine what kind of miserable state the mountain was in. If he counted carefully, it had been seven days since the Ming Cult and Jue Wuchen departed from that small town. If it was a large group of people, their speed would be much slower, but even so, it would take them three days to reach the mountain.

Three days of life and death battles. . . The pinnacle battle between the two sects. The only thing Lin Yuhan could do now was to quicken his pace. That's right, he was still increasing his speed, which was close to the limit. Lin Yuhan originally wanted to be rational. But now, Lin Yuhan realized that he couldn't do it at all.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Lin Yuhan finally arrived at a valley. This should be the source of the Blood Stream Sect, the place where the Ming Cult and the Taiping Daoist Sect fought for the first time. After thinking about the tragedy, But he hadn't expected it to be so tragic. Corpses were everywhere. There were mountains of corpses, broken limbs, and arms. They were scattered all over the place, and there wasn't even a place to rest.

They didn't care about the dead, so they continued to run on the corpses.

"Who are you? Who are you?" Suddenly, he saw dozens of people gathered in front of him, guarding the entrance of the valley. When they saw Lin Yuhan's figure, they immediately raised their weapons. He stood up and shouted with a stern voice. It could be seen that. . . Except for four or five of them, they were all injured. Furthermore, they were seriously injured. Some of them were lying in the snow. They were already on their last breaths. Some of them were just bandaging their wounds. They were all extremely exhausted and in unbearable pain.

Seeing that Lin Yuhan did not stop and was still acting aggressively, everyone hurriedly endured the intense pain and set up a formation.

It was just a line of sky to begin with. This time, they were completely blocked. They knew that there was no time to waste, but Lin Yuhan still had no choice but to stop in his tracks.

"He really is from the Central Plains. " Someone said, "Tell me, who exactly are you?"

"Lin Yuhan of the Sword Sect. " It was simple and concise.

These words were really useful. As soon as Lin Yuhan finished speaking, everyone took a few steps back. "You. . . You are the young master of the Sword Sect called 'Devil Standing and Killing Devil' in the Central Plains?" Another person asked.

"That's right!"

"Are you. . . " He actually took another two steps back. "Are you an enemy or a friend, no. . . "

"An enemy. " Lin Yuhan replied. The man was scared silly. He suddenly said that. And as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt that it was inappropriate. Firstly, it was rude. Secondly, he did not reveal his identity before. He had wanted to take back his words, but before he could say anything else. . . Lin Yuhan answered. It was simple and straightforward.

Everyone kept retreating until they reached the entrance of the valley. There was nowhere for them to retreat to. Regarding Lin Yuhan's answer, none of them were willing to believe it or dare to believe it. "Young Master Lin, we are from the Ming Cult. " One of them quickly added, "We are here. . . "

"I know. " Before the man could finish, Lin Yuhan said, "Move aside. I don't want to start a massacre here. "

"Why? Why?"

" Why not? And I also want to ask why? Move aside!"

" Young Master Lin, you, why do you want to make things difficult for our Ming Cult? You. . . "

Without a reply, without waiting for the man to finish, he leapt up and rushed towards the crowd.