The mountains are in the evening.

At this moment, the sky was getting darker. The sky seemed deeper in the already sunny area, like thick and water-soaked cloth covering the top of the head layer by layer, gradually descending, constantly compressing the world.

On the ground, there were monsters roaring and roaring everywhere, with different shapes, including blood-red ghosts, giant snakes with human faces, powerful ghost apes with three sides and four hands, ghosts with dense accumulations in the sky, like fish, and the strange and low-level monsters with various appearances.

These demons all come from the gaps in the underground cave. Some of them have evolved naturally for a long time, and some are the secret bones that were once cultivated by the Yan Luo Palace. They open their teeth and claws, rub against their sharp black hooks and teeth, and look forward with a low roar.

At the exit of the Great Rift Valley, soldiers wearing black yellow armor stood on the low city wall made of gravel, with red scales arranged in a tight sequence. Then the sharp spear was mounted between the shields and aimed at the outside world. The position behind them continued to fire black crossbow arrows like locusts, falling into the black surging beast group.

In the current situation, you don’t even need to aim. Any arrow can hit a demon. However, even if you shoot down a group of demons, and the next group of demons fill it up, the number seems to be endless.

"How is the situation?" Tu Haoyang led several people out of the valley and came to the position at the entrance of the valley.

"Sir, I can only barely defend them at the moment. Although these demons are average, they are too many." A general wearing dark copper armor answered with his fists.

"Is this what..."

Tu Haoyang looked up and saw that these demons all over the mountains were gathering from all over the country, some of them flying and preparing to rush into the valley. Fortunately, the dragon knights of those dynasties were very powerful, and most of them could quickly kill these invading demons.

The red-scaled fire dragon roared in the sky, suppressing the flames after the accumulation of energy were like substances, pouring down from the sky, burning many hideous demons.

Some of the powerful individuals were also angered and began to fight back.

32 evil eagles with brown and gray iron feathers flew in the sky, and their speed was getting faster and faster, like moving steel knives, cutting straight down from the sky from time to time. They cut off the atmosphere, scraping the fire dragon's body, and blood splattering.

Although these evil vultures are not very good at cooperating, they rely on the powerful strength of the Undead Sequence 6, which far exceeds the number of opponents. Finally, the dragon knights of these dynasties began to hang up the lottery and no longer directly crushed the previous ones.

Looking at the scene of flames and afterimages colliding and wandering with each other in the sky, Tu Haoyang's eyes also became solemn.

It is undeniable that the dragon knights of the dynasty can burst out with strong strength after rigorous training and driving flying dragons. But the current problem is that in powerful and excellent warriors, their physical strength is also limited.

These dragon knights basically didn't close their eyes for two days to rest. If they continued, there would probably be a large number of casualties.

To this end, Tu Haoyang held the hardwood rail in front of him and made a difficult decision in his mind.

Now it is no longer than 6 years ago. At that time, the Dragon Knights of Sequence 5 could only be considered reserves, and there was even a woven Dragon Knight Legion in the dynasty.

It’s a pity that too many things have changed over the years. Now the Dragon Knights in Sequence 5 are already the most elite combat troops in the dynasty. Sequence 6 is rare and is generally the commander of the Dragon Knight Legion.

The command of these figures is in the hands of the commanders of the states, and even the governors cannot be mobilized. If the commander wants to command these dragon knights to attack in large quantities, he must have the tiger talisman from the center of the dynasty. Now that he can bring these sixteen dragon knights out, it is already the limit of his power. No matter how many, it will really go beyond the boundary.

After all, he is not a special general of the dynasty and has no right to mobilize so many of the most elite troops.

Under the battlements, groups of demons rushed over and were killed by the soldiers who were garrisoning. Their bodies continued to accumulate, and finally formed a slope under the battlements, and the garrisoned military formations gradually lost their due geographical advantages.

Looking at this scene, he waved his hand slowly and asked the adjutant to order the soldiers to retreat temporarily and move behind another wall that continued to be built in the rear.

"Yes, sir."

Afterwards, the golden gong sounded, and the commanded flag flipped in the air. The border troops of tens of thousands of dynasties retreated step by step, giving up the broken and bloody position, and re-arranged in the rear.

Seeing that these enemies were about to leave, some demons wanted to take the opportunity to go up. Unfortunately, the dozens of fire dragons in the sky spewed red fire together, burning the corpse-filled positions, blocking these demons for the time being.

After so many demons emerged outside the valley, the residents of the valley were worried again. This was unknown how many times it was in the past month. Sometimes when they were awakened by the roars of the resounding beasts at night.

In the shrine, Grandma Grossum held on the door frame and looked at the extreme of her sight from a distance. The chaotic and fierce battlefield was full of worries. Now the border troops are fighting and retreating, but the more demons gather, the more and more demons gather, and the situation on the battlefield is gradually unbalanced and turns to the other side. If there is no support, I am afraid that tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, these demons will completely flood into the valley, and then everything will be over.

"Have they actually found that horn...ah, everything is fate, jade sword, copper candle, and crane feather..."

As the words fell, she seemed to have made up some decisions and attracted a group of ghost-killing messengers in black.

After the witch gave the order, the black-clothed ghost-killing messengers dissipated outside the shrine and rushed into the valley.

Not long after, in the valley, the elderly, village chiefs, clan chiefs, and representatives of the Chi clan received the news and took heavy steps to gradually gather outside the shrine.

When they saw the white lanterns hanging inside and outside the shrine, they seemed to be prepared and bowed their heads in.

I didn't sleep all night, and the shrine was brightly lit.

There are no other outsiders here tonight. Except for Grandma Ge Luo, there are all respected existences of the Chi clan.

They listened quietly to Grandma Gross's story, and each one was in a heavy mood.

Finally, the most elderly representatives came out of the crowd.

These old men had white hair, beards and eyebrows, and some were on crutches and walked tremblingly.

"Mr. Ge Luo." His voice was excited and sincere, as if tears were slowly flowing.

"We feel ashamed and ashamed, and we cannot repay you... Since you entered this shrine 67 years ago, you have worked diligently for decades, helping us, the Youchi tribe, guide planting, treating evil diseases, planning the four seasons, conditioning the dragon veins, and stroking the demons."

"I don't want to be near my old age. Not only can we not let you enjoy your life, but we also have to go this far..." Several of them knelt down and worshiped in front of this witch.

As these old men from the Youchi clan knelt down, the others bowed to the ground one after another, and there were no more standing figures in the shrine hall.

The candles in the hall burned violently, and the dazzling candlelight shone on the old man at the top.

At this moment, she seemed to be excited, breathing tremblingly, slowly lifting her hand and putting it down, and then closing her eyes.

"There is only all I can do. I hope you won't hate me in the future." So, the words dissipated.

As dawn approached, the elderly people from the Chi clan left one by one. Soon after, there were crying, quarrels, and depression and tranquility coming from the various households in the valley.

The Chi clan has always given people the impression that they are wearing black clothes and using black cloth, but today white cloth appears in the valley.

Every household began to tie up white lanterns and started to make a snow-white coat.

As night approaches, the lanterns hang from the eaves of the shrine, connecting them into lines, lined up around and in the valley.

One by one, the candlelight in the lanterns burned, and as the hanging rope swayed slightly in the air, forming a corridor directly to the shrine in the dark valley.

I was unwilling to waste the candles I used in the past, but I was flirted with stinginess from the bottom of the box tonight. The Youchi clan in black clothes was on both sides of the street. Their originally pale faces were standing quietly by the warm lights.

One after another, the special tribe of the Chi family walked out of their homes. They were all wearing white coats that were different from others and covered with white cloth. Only the light under their feet could be seen.

Most of these people are between 20 and 40 years old, which is the healthiest and most agile time in their lives.

A sound of drums began to sound in the peaceful and quiet valley. These drums were still and slow, like an ensemble of ancient sacrifices and ceremonies.

The old songs with thorns slowly rose from the valley. They followed the old people in the clan and chanted the language of the ancient country of demons. Their singing was far away, as if there were endless vicissitudes and sadness in it. (sound)

And tonight, the border troops of the Porcelain Dynasty were isolated, silently watching the group of Youchi clans dressed in white slowly crossing the street, step by step towards the shrine where rows of lanterns were hanging, which was open space.

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