The disaster lasted longer than expected.
Everyone sat on the sand dune for most of the day. During this period, the Youshui rose to halfway up the mountain and stopped rising, but it never retreated, submerging the huge sand dune into an isolated island.
There is no day or night in Gangliang Mountain, and the sky is always pale and does not change, but I know it well.
Swordsmen have their own way of telling time, and those sword slaves can also guess the past time from the time of hunger.
It can only be said that suffering on the sand dunes without water or food is really not something ordinary people can afford. The swordsmen were okay, but the sword slaves were gradually unable to bear it. It was not that they were thirsty or hungry, but that they were in a hurry to reincarnate.
Food and water are manageable, but there are three emergencies that cannot be suppressed.
There are a few big shots on the top of the dune, so we can't make it stink. Tang Zhao then directed them to dig a hole halfway up the dune for emergency use. It would not be possible to flush it with water, but it could be covered with layers of sand. Fortunately, there are not many mortals trapped on the mountain, and the dunes will not be hollowed out.
After a few hours, seeing that the sword slaves were getting more and more exhausted, Tang Zhao took out food and water and gave it to everyone, including Tu Fei.
Tang Zhao naturally served him with sumptuous dishes and gave him a comfortable lounge chair, which really provided him with services that exceeded expectations. While building a relationship with him, I also asked for a lot of information.
When it comes to the Dark Disaster, Tu Fei doesn't say much. He only says that he doesn't know where it started. It seems to come from the higher level of the first level. It is said that it has happened since the time of Tateshan, but it is getting more and more serious now. It can be seen that Natural disasters are inevitable.
Their first-level estates especially suffered from it, and they couldn't live in peace even if they were hiding in the shadows. Although the Youshui will not diffuse into the shadow, its impact of cutting off communication will seriously affect the operation of the manor, and it will also cut off sacrifices, which makes Yuanshi unhappy.
There is only one place above the second level of Kongliang Mountain that is not affected, and that is the altar. It is the large altar that runs through the first, second, and third steps and faces Master Wang Liang directly. It can be called a "holy place" and is naturally immune to all evil...
evil?
Even though Meng Liangshan himself is not righteous, he cannot enjoy himself with other evil people. Evil is also exclusive.
Tang Zhao followed up and chatted for a few more words. Seeing that Tu Fei refused to reveal more information - maybe he really didn't know anymore, Tang Zhao turned to ask about the envoy Yuan Yuan, and asked about Changfa Manor's desire to curry favor with someone. Yuanshi, what's the way?
This Tufei was willing to say it, and introduced: "Of course it is necessary to pray. Each Yuanshi has his own special incense and favorite sacrifices. You can get a piece of incense, then prepare the sacrifices and start praying. If you can contact Go to a certain Yuanshi. If the sacrifice satisfies the Yuanshi, it will give you a small sacrificial array. Then you will be included in its discernment and have its protection. Other manors cannot bully you in this regard. If it is against you Our master is also very satisfied with it, and will even take a photo alone in your manor, which is the level of a confidant, and you can even make some additional requests to it."
He also pointed out: "But before praying, you'd better ask an acquaintance for an introduction. Firstly, incense is difficult to obtain, so the best way is to buy it from the manor where it is enshrined. Secondly, if someone delivers the message, no matter whether it can please you in the end, It won’t cause trouble. Some Yuan envoys have a bad temper. When they come out and see the sacrifices they are not satisfied with, they will get angry, which will be detrimental to your manor."
Tang Zhao nodded, and Ambassador Yuan took another step closer to Wang Liang. It would be beneficial to find a way, and there might be a chance to be "beheaded", so he then asked: "No one has introduced us to our small manor. I wonder if you can introduce me." Master Panying..."
At this time, Xing Cang, who was drinking tea next to him, shouted: "Old Qi, you are so impudent! How can you say anything about worshiping the Yuanshi? Does the master know about this? Without the master's instructions, what qualifications do you have to ask Changyi Lord pray?”
Tu Fei instead smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. Outsiders in your manor can't understand it anyway. I'd rather be a middleman. It's just that Master Pan Ying, whom I worship, is an old Yuan envoy. He has no shortage of worshipers, and some of them follow the manor. It is rather picky. The confidants around it are even more full, and later people can’t squeeze in, so it is not the best choice. I heard that there are several new envoys, some of whom are kind and some of whom are wise, you can consider it. "
Tang Zhao's heart moved and he asked: "Is there a... raccoon dog?"
Tu Fei was surprised and said: "You are well-informed. You should be talking about Lord Xinying. I am not praising or criticizing the envoy. This Lord has an average reputation. He is neither kind nor wise. He..."
As he was talking, someone shouted: "Shi Yuan, Master Yuan Shi is here!"
I saw a huge fish flying in the pale white sky. There was a vague shadow sitting on the back of the fish. At first glance, it looked like a human figure, but when I looked closer, it turned out to be an ape.
Monkey riding a whale?
Tu Fei said happily: "It's Lord Tunying and Lord Yuanying! Well, they are here, and the disaster is about to end."
Tang Zhao thought to himself: How could Yuanshi be so capable to fight against natural disasters?
The two Abyssal Envoys flew through the air, without even glancing at the people below, and turned directly, apparently heading towards the altar.
Several people could only stare at their shadows for a long time before sitting down again and waiting silently.
What Tu Fei said would end "immediately" did not come true.
Two hours later, the quiet water was seen shaking and seemed to be receding. But then the momentum stalled, but it came back again and spread again.
Seeing that the Youshui rose even more, almost exceeding the water line just now, everyone was extremely nervous.
Fortunately, there is a limit to the rise. After a while, the water recedes again, and then rises again.
After repeating the truth, most of the day passed.
Xingwu muttered: "The stalemate... the battle is very fierce."
Suddenly, Tang Zhao was shocked, turned his head slightly, and looked into the distance.
That was the direction Yuanshi had just passed, and also the direction of the altar.
A very familiar and majestic breath came to my face.
destroy!
That is not the slightest breath in the sculpture, but the pure destructive sword intention!
It's there!
The pull over there involves destruction!
Which side does the Destruction Sword Intent belong to? Are we creating disasters or suppressing them?
Although they were far apart and couldn't see anything, Tang Zhao had a thought: it was time to end the destruction of the present world.
Sure enough, after a while, the quiet water slowly receded.
Once he retreated, he never came back.
Tang Zhao watched the sky turn gray little by little and the sand dunes revealed little by little, and found that the breath of destruction became weaker and weaker, and finally almost disappeared. At this time, I heard Xing Wu lightly "hum", the sound was quite painful.
Tang Zhao turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xingwu said hoarsely: "It's nothing. I just feel a little uncomfortable, as if my internal organs have been pulled."
Tang Zhao was thoughtful, and suddenly he saw the sword slave he had carried up the mountain with a flash of his eyes.
He suddenly came over and reached out to hug him.
The sword slave's face turned pale and he opened his mouth to scream. Tang Zhao was already ready, covering his mouth, suppressing his scream, and then placing him on the ground.
The sword slave trembled like chaff and said in a trembling voice: "Deputy General Manager... Sir... Sir..."
Tang Zhao waved his hand and said: "It's okay, go ahead."
It seems he was right.
Although the ghost disaster may seem like a disaster, it is actually a blessing for some people.
Although the water receded, everyone did not dare to go down the mountain immediately. They waited on the sand dunes for another two hours until the water subsided completely and the river channel returned to its original state before they walked down together.
After all this tossing, not only was there no trace of the spaceship, but the two warriors were also lying motionless on the ground. I don't know whether it was broken or unable to move without instructions.
Everyone couldn't wait, so they had to walk forward, and Tu Fei could only walk with a few people.
Fortunately, there was strength in numbers, and there were no other disasters after the quiet disaster. After three or four hours of trekking, we finally reached a high platform safely.
I saw that this high platform was built of pure black boulders. From a distance, it looked like a pyramid, but it was clearly divided into three large platforms. The platform in the middle of the crowd has dozens of feet of flat ground, with stairs up and down. Looking up, you can see a platform in the shadows, and looking down, you can see a deep flat ground under your feet.
The distance between the three platforms can be seen even if they are not far away, but they are not really close at all. The one above seems to be in the clouds, and the one under the feet seems to be in the underworld. They are divided into three completely different worlds.
This is the core of Gangliang Mountain - the altar.
Tang Zhao thought to himself: This altar... looks ordinary. The common people on earth can also make it.
At this time, he saw Xingwu from the corner of his eye and found that Xingwu's body was shaking.
Although he was not shaking as much as the sword slaves before, it was clear at a glance that he was afraid.
Xingwu has a weak temperament, but he is not a weak little swordsman after all. To make a swordsman tremble like this must be an existence that brings fatal terror to him.
Is it an altar?
Tang Zhao thought to himself: Could it be that they were suppressed by the aura of the altar because they had been sacrificed? Like an ant getting close to a real dragon?
Or is it a spiritual reason? He thought of the sacrifice from the altar and recalled the unbearable memory?
With Xingwu's age, even if he is an elder in the Gangliang Mountain, he must have gone through sacrifices, maybe more than one.
Can the sacrifices at Gangliang Mountain be done by sacrificing pigs, cattle, sheep and other livestock like humans do?
The sacrificial scene is horrifying to think about. For the swordsman who is destined to sacrifice his body and soul to Wang Liang in the future, he sees that the sacrifice is not as simple as the death of a rabbit and the sorrow of a fox.
Tang Zhao knew clearly that this was the center of the Gangliang Mountains and a place of evil, but he looked at the altar with a certain warmth.
There is still a trace of destruction here!
Although it is very light, close to nothing, it has left indelible traces.
Yuanshi has just been here. They stir up the breath of destruction here!
Could it be said that destruction lies under the altar?
On the surface, this altar worships Gangliang, but in fact it suppresses and destroys? Did the Abyssal Envoy just come here to borrow the aura of destruction to fight against the Nether Calamity?
It's not impossible. Over the years, Destruction may have been separated by Wang Liang, or maybe it was because he was suppressed that he could never sense the familiar aura.
So, for the sake of the sword, will the altar be broken?
Although it is very difficult to act when all the forces in the two mountains are gathered together, it is tantamount to a frontal attack, but having a clear goal is great progress.
Besides, it doesn't seem that difficult. Just now the Yuan Dynasty had caused destruction, so it can be seen that the suppression formation may not be strict. Taking action on the day of the sacrifice, if Jinwu takes action himself, it may be possible to achieve success in one fell swoop.
Just as he was thinking about it, a golden light suddenly shone before his eyes, and a long-lost book appeared.
Sword manual!
"Sword: no two."
Tang Zhao was startled when a page was turned. Suddenly, the golden page dimmed and the text faded, just like noon turning into dusk. The writing flickered, some disappeared, some existed, and some twisted and changed, forming some new words.
"甔二 (sword only)."
Tang Zhao was stunned at first, and then he was shocked:
Wait, what's under this altar is not the Destruction Sword Intent...but the Yiliang?
(End of chapter)
