Walking through the residential area of the inner city and over a steep slope, in the distance, you can see broken flags, hear the melodious sound of ancient military horns, and military camps looming in the fog of war.
This is where the Huangcheng soldiers are stationed. The Eight Banners Army who have been rotated from the border are all renovating here.
Although the Eight Banners that led them will have gone through several battles, more than half of them have been lost, and no new generals have been selected.
"Report!" As soon as everyone's figures appeared, a messenger rushed from the camp, knelt in front of Xin Ling, and said loudly: "Report to Lord Xin Ling! Everyone in the Immortal Alliance has arrived at the military camp, and now Huangtian Under the general's account!"
"Okay, got it." Xin Ling nodded lightly, then led everyone directly into the military camp and headed for the Chinese army's tent.
Along the way, the soldiers in the deserted city around them didn't even look at the sudden appearance of the outsiders, and were focused on their own military affairs.
"I have long heard that the soldiers in Huangcheng have a heart of steel and a tenacious will. They have no other thoughts except killing monsters and protecting the fairyland. When I saw them today, it was really like this." The group nodded silently and admired sincerely.
Soon, a huge handsome tent appeared in front of us, with tattoos
The blood-stained flag with the word "Desolate Sky" fluttered in the wind on the top of the tent, telling the history and hardships of the leader of the Eight Banners Army.
But before they even got close, everyone felt the terrifying fluctuations that were constantly emanating from the tent very clearly, as if a pile of dangerous objects were piled together, distorting the surrounding space, with runes overflowing, and it looked a little strange. reality.
Opening the curtain, an invisible wave of air mixed with powerful spiritual power rushed towards the face, impacting in all directions. Fortunately, the strongest generation was no longer what it used to be, otherwise it would have been staggered by this wave of air.
Everyone stood still at the door and looked intently. Xuan Ling, Lan Wanchu, Duan Wuya, Hua Shenyu and others were all in the commander's tent. Gan Qinghuangtian from Huangcheng was also here. He was a big boss. Gather together.
"Ruyan, you are here...ahem..." Seeing a few people arriving, a man who looked somewhat similar to Lan Wanchu came over. He walked slowly, staggered, and coughed from time to time, like a Sick rice seedlings are generally weak.
This is Lan Hui, the third head of the Lan family.
"Third uncle!" Lan Ruyan's blue eyes moved, and her cold expression instantly melted away. She hurriedly rushed forward and supported her third uncle who loved him very much.
The former Lan Hui was not so ill. It was just that a few years ago he had a battle with a demon and his foundation was damaged. Although he survived by luck, his level has plummeted and he is no longer what he used to be.
Looking at the others, Jianfeng Jianxiao has only one arm left, Haitiancheng Bailing has a huge scar on his face, Pingtian Jumei Tongxiao is about to die, Jianyuanmu Tianmu has lost his vitality...these people... The injuries suffered were all real injuries that could not be recovered by conventional means, which is enough to show what kind of impact the battle in the Western Desert had on the heroes of the Immortal Realm.
"Seniors and juniors, I apologize for being late." The strongest generation stepped into the tent and bowed respectfully to the dozens of people in the tent. Even though they had all become experts at the peak of the Tianxuan Realm, but For these veterans who had fought to the death with demons, everyone still regarded themselves as juniors and had great respect.
"Well, it's good to be here." Yan Ruyue looked at the few people with a smile, and there was indescribable love and care in her aging eyes.
Ji Cangxing has fallen, and most of the disciples in the mirage have been killed or injured. It can be said that she no longer has a home. The remaining fairyland is her home, and these juniors are her children.
"Come on, come on! Futian! Sit next to me. Your father and I sat like this at the beginning!" Wang Yuankui, who has become one-eyed, is still bold and bold, and the several ferocious stab wounds on his body further highlight his ruggedness.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, please take a seat quickly."
"Lin'er, I haven't seen you for a while, your skills are improving."
"Jingxian, are there any surprises along the way?" Bai Yan and others from the Bihai Divine Dynasty greeted them cordially with smiles on their faces. The strongest generation also responded one by one. After a while of greetings, they prepared to take their seats.
At this moment, a person in the main seat spoke.
"Everyone, I, the host of Huangcheng, invited you here today, not just for chatting." Hearing Gan Qing's laughter, the tent became quieter. It was only then that many people knew that this high-level gathering of the Immortal Alliance was going on. , it was actually led by Huangcheng.
"Then I dare to ask Brother Gan why he called us here?" .
"Of course it is an extremely important matter, related to...Xu Yue." Gan Qing paused, then said the name that was deeply ingrained in everyone's hearts.
Lan Ruyan's eyes dimmed, and a trace of pain and sadness flashed across his face, but he quickly raised his head and looked at Gan Qing expectantly.
She was curious about what Gan Qing was referring to in relation to Xu Yue.
"Let's go, the demon is moving, time is tight, it's not advisable to delay... There are still people waiting for us over there." Gan Qing riddled a riddle without saying it clearly, as if he was deliberately avoiding risks to avoid being probed by special means. Then he and Huang Tian, who had been silent next to him, stepped down from the main seat and walked out of the commander's tent.
Dozens of people at the top of the Tianxuan Realm walked out of the military camp in a mighty manner. This time, the soldiers could no longer ignore them, and they all clasped their fists to say goodbye, because in the crowd were not only their leaders, but also the beliefs of countless people from the Immortal Realm. and pillars.
Soon, everyone walked into a fog, everything around them instantly became blurry, and the sound of soldiers practicing in the military camp behind them gradually disappeared, as if they had entered another space and were no longer in the deserted city.
"Is this the power of the field?" Someone frowned, secretly running spells to see through the mystery, but they only felt that their consciousness was confused and unable to understand its reason.
"Fellow Taoist, there is no need to bother. This place is a secret place in my deserted city. It is no less important than the previous pass. Unless someone leads me, outsiders will never be able to step into this place, let alone break the restrictions here." Gan Qing's voice came at the right time. , the person who tried to crack it before also clasped his fists to apologize, silently following the people around him through the fog.
After a while, the fog gradually dissipated, and the scenery ahead began to change. The sound of bells and drums continued, and the fragrance of incense was very strong. A solemn and solemn atmosphere penetrated the soul, making people feel heavy and look solemn.
A small road appeared in front of everyone. On both sides of the road were simple ancestral halls that stretched into the distance. Inside the ancestral halls, there were statues and tablets enshrined. They were the heroes of the fairyland who died in the deserted city from ancient times to the present. Here, Huangcheng silently pays homage in a way unknown to outsiders.
An old man stood by the path, staring at everyone, as if he had been waiting for a long time. That is the real leader of Huangcheng, Chang Lao.
Looking beyond Chang Lao and looking at the slightly flickering lighthouse on the horizon in the distance, everyone finally understood the purpose of their trip.
It was a miracle created by all races, an altar of heroes. However, the person who led the construction of it no longer exists.
And a person in the crowd was looking at the altar at this time, his eyes flickering slightly.
