October 12th.
In the Land of the Nine Prefectures, the Yu Dynasty of Jingxi Road, the Wu Clan of the Northwest, and the Xuanyuan Clan of Jiangnan had undergone great changes.
The news exploded again.
The eldest princess of the Wu Dynasty failed to commit suicide. The huge empire was furious and scolded hundreds of servants.
The Xuanyuan Dynasty's Eldest Princess committed suicide and jumped into the Miluo River.
The Yu Dynasty's Eldest Princess left behind her last words, saying that she was about to marry.
In the west, there were princesses of the Seven Dynasties who tried to commit suicide, but were later saved by ability users.
The western philosopher Luke Eddie commented.
"For the peace of mankind, for the comfort of the various Dynasties, for the endless bloody battles, the marriage alliance must be carried out. This is their responsibility..."
"Sacrifice."
Although the comments were tragic, there were not many people who questioned it.
Because after the Pacific Ocean dried up, the Void Gate and the Heaven Dome Pillar began to appear. They were vast and magnificent, and they were demonic. The auras of various foreign races condensed.
This was an aura of coercion.
The one who was talked about the most and praised the most was Yu Qixiu.
Love and hate are clear,
Let yourself taste all the suffering,
She had displayed the character of a true self-sacrifice.
He also told the small monk to pursue his freedom and not to be shackled by a daughter of his own. He would be lonely and miserable if he did not get anything in his life.
Under this post, many people left complicated comments.
"Sigh, Yu Qixiu is the truly intelligent princess. She knows that she has to bear it, so she can only let herself bear it and sacrifice herself in exchange for the greatest peace.”
"I suddenly thought of a sentence. How much did Miss Xiu love the little monk these past ten years, and how much despair did she have to say goodbye to him?”
"A person's life is paved with unfulfilled ambitions. Even a monk can't avoid it, nor can he save this world. The various dynasties can't save the princess, so what can a little monk do? He can only struggle on with his last breath under the storm of this great era, feeling hopeless and regretful.”
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Morning, Qingfeng Mountain, Langping Mountain Range.
There weren't many Buddhist temples around Qingfeng Mountain. Most of them were remote mountains in the wilderness and were close to the snowy mountains of the western border.
The Plain Wolf Mountain Range was one of the ancient battlefields. One hundred and fifty years ago, countless people had died in the battle against the myriad races. Many of their bones had been randomly left to rot in the wild grass.
There were also many lonely graves that were desolate and covered in weeds. No one had come to pay their respects in the past ten years.
But a monk came.
His white Buddhist robe was spotless. Lan Zishan looked like he was walking in the morning light, bright and clean.
When he looked at this barren land in the Wolf Plain Mountain Range, he remembered that he and Qixiu had come to a similar place before.
Qixiu was still as mischievous as ever, looking at her with deep love.
His voice was ethereal.
"Monk, do you like to look at the moon? I guess you often watch it, right?"
Patron, why do you say that?"
"Otherwise, why do you often recite the Moon Seal Myriad Rivers?”
"…It's recorded in the scriptures. I'm just reading it.”
Then look up at the moon in the sky…and then look down at me.
“……”
"How is it? Don't hide your eyes. Ha, you're scared, aren't you?"
"Moonprint River, River Reflects Moon. Patron, the moon in the water cannot be begged.”
Then, the small monk fell silent helplessly.
Then, the scene disappeared, leaving only the desolate and desolate Langping Mountain Range in front of him.
And now, the cold wind was even stronger.
He continued to pluck the white flowers, allowing his delicate skin to be pierced. The blood did not hurt.
Then, the flowers were arranged one by one.
He spent the entire morning tidying up the flowers, then placed them in front of many lonely graves. He used his hands to pull out the weeds on the lonely graves.
In front of Lan Zishan, the interface notified him again.
For many years, no one has cleaned the graves of these wandering souls or offered flowers to them. They feel warmth again and are willing to follow you.
Now, under the morning light, there was a beautiful scene. It was the howling of the cold wind and the beginning of the snow.
A flower fell between the fingers of a monk. It was as white as snow and shone with a white light. He was like the son of a holy spirit, offering warmth to the loneliest person in the world.
Thus, those ferocious souls no longer had any hostility, only warmth and following.
If there were demon cultivators here, they would see a terrifying scene.
When the small monk began to offer the flowers, thousands of dead souls behind him were worshipping the small monk with their tattered clothes and gloomy expressions.
After death, thousands of ghosts sing triumphantly.
It was a full day, and blood was dripping from his wounds. His calves were punctured, but Lan Zishan enjoyed it.
Because I'm getting stronger step by step
[Level 9 Undead Talent: Commanders Undead and creates an army of undead soldiers. Currently, you can command 1000 Undead/Level 9 Undead Giants. 1000/Level 10 Scythe Yin Souls can devour broken low-level White Bone Yin Qi to strengthen themselves.]
The 2,000 wandering ownerless souls began to have fighting strength and faith as they followed the small monk.
The sky was dark, but the monk was not alone. Thousands of souls followed him.
It was incomparably demonic.
Level 10 Scythe Ghost Devours Broken Bones That Can't Be Reassembled, Grows Quickly
He ordered,
After that, Lan Zishan began to piece together the complete set of bones. He was very serious and meticulous. He held a torch and looked at them under the moonlight.
One, one,
His mouth was dry and his body was weak. He took out the flatbread and used it casually. Then, he continued to piece together the bones.
It was not until midnight that the cold wind whistled and the snow became heavier. The weather was especially cold, and the thin Buddhist robe was blown up.
However, Tyrant's expression remained unchanged as he continued to piece them together.
After another night, nearly five hundred bones were pieced together and buried in the previously dilapidated grave.
Then, he sprinkled fresh flowers in front of each lonely grave.
Many of the bones felt their bodies being reassembled. It had been hundreds of years, and their bones had been broken. They could not get it back. The bones were grateful to you and were willing to follow you.
Level 10 White Bones. Killed wild wolves in the Wolf Plains and absorbed their blood. Level 9.
Lan Zishan gave the order. The newly pieced bones broke through the ground ferociously. Their bodies were like knives. Then, they rushed into the dawn.
Among the Mutated Wild Wolves, the Wolf King was also a Level 10 mutated beast. It could only wail in the face of White Bones. Then, it was slaughtered until White Bones returned and went underground again.
After an entire day and night, Lan Zishan felt exhausted and laid on the ground weakly.
A notification appeared on the interface in front of him.
[White Bones Level 9 Talent: Number of bones that can be summoned: 1000/Level 9 Skeletal Warrior
[Level 9 Undead Talent: Able to command 2000 Undead/Level 9 Undead Giant]
Right now, a thousand Skeleton Warriors were enough to sweep through a small clan.
The two thousand Dead Soul Giants formed a small army.
There was also the Star Mountain Mastiff that was still growing and commanding mutated beasts.
No one saw that the small game was forcefully pulled apart by the small monk.
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