Zhao Ge

Chapter 101: Brothers and sisters

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"I hate your uncle, the one whose surname is Zhou!"

Liao Qian planed the black rock and cursed loudly.

The jagged rocks are pure black, black enough to engulf everything. Liao Gan dug and sat down on the ground slumped. He stared blankly at the ground, wondering how there could be such a stubborn person in the world.

Do you understand what is meant by "It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years"!

Do you understand? !

Either something happened in the Qingming Pagoda, or the senior brothers and sisters were all dead. If you don't want to take revenge, what kind of a man is he if you die! A fucking coward!

"coward!"

Liao Qian yelled and cursed, he raised his hand and slapped himself firmly.

He staggered and wanted to get up, when suddenly the ground began to shake, and the long wind blowing in the forest of wild beast bones suddenly became shrill, rapid and violent. The wind blew across the ground, carrying bone and rubble high into the sky.

From the great depths came disturbing vibrations from the rock formations beneath his feet.

Liao Gan raised his head and saw that in the violent wind, the skeletons of wild beasts that stretched across the mountain suddenly began to crack and shatter one by one. The luster was lifelessly shattered one after another in the gust of wind.

It fell like a heavy snow.

Liao Gan stood up, stumbled back a step, and watched all the changes in front of him in astonishment.

The blade-like wind blew scars on his body, and blood flowed down from his forehead and into his eyes. A layer of blood was instantly cast in front of his eyes.

The dead sun in the sky seems to be bleeding. On the vast land, the skeletons of wild beasts that have been sleeping here for tens of thousands of years are broken and disintegrated one by one. Those skulls the size of city gates, and those spines like iceberg ridges , Those wing bones raised like a sickle towards the sky... all shattered and turned into overwhelming fragments, falling like white snow onto the dark ground.

It was like time that had been standing still for tens of thousands of years suddenly came back, these bones were reintroduced into the gears of time, and the grinding and erosion of tens of thousands of years erupted in an instant.

The sky and the earth are vast, crying like an era.

Liao Qian opened his mouth, wanting to make some noise.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was swallowed by the bone shards that were swirling in the strong wind. He lowered his head, pee pee pee, and spit out those dull bone dregs without hardness.

When he lowered his head, he found that the earth had also changed.

The vibrations in the rock formation became more and more intense, until later there was a rumbling echo like thunder. The jagged, dark rock on the ground began to crack, and the rock underneath was shaken up—along with what was buried underground.

The rocks of the Blackstone shook away, and what was underground reappeared on the surface.

Liao Gan felt goosebumps all over his body.

Under the black stone, there are layers of skeletons, pressed layer by layer, one by one pale, the skulls of countless people exposed black, empty eye sockets in the stack, facing the dim red sky blankly . Tens of thousands of human bones are buried underground in the entire circular open space.

In Bingzhou City, those residents who disappeared were originally buried here.

Bingzhou has 170,000 residents.

Standing on layers of human bones, Liao Qian only felt cold all over.

The chill of icy shards penetrating into the veins.

Reminiscent of the ubiquitous red formations across the sky in the Prisoner's Tower, Liao Gan seemed to understand something. The Tower of Prison Desolation produced spiritual wisdom, and the 170,000 people in Bingzhou became sacrifices to awaken it.

What is it for, the lives of 170,000 people are needed

Liao Gan only felt his mind was in chaos. With a pale face, he was walking deep and shallow among the piles of bones that were constantly being shaken out. At one moment, he saw the scene of ghosts in Bingzhou City, and at another moment, he was in the prison barren tower. Next, the pale Zhou Wen'an showed him a relieved smile.

He stepped on the round skull from time to time—it was completely impossible to care whether this was benevolent or not.

Layer upon layer, all are human bones. The ribs are pressed against the leg bones, the skull is buried under the metacarpal bones, and one body is stacked on top of the other. Regardless of whether it was good or bad in life, at this time, everyone is closely packed together, and the corpses overlap and cannot be distinguished from each other. . Liao Gan walked with numbness in his scalp, trying to crawl out of the place where human bones were piled up.

Liao Gan thought he was walking among the bones, but he was actually crawling and rolling.

Crawling, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something different on the overlapping bones.

So he half-rolled and half-crawled over the pile of bones, reached out and took down the things on the bones.

It was a waist card made of Yetie, with the three big characters "Jiuxuanmen" engraved on the front and the small characters "Ganmai Chen Yan" engraved on the back—this is the waist card of the disciples of Jiuxuanmen.

Liao Gan was holding the waist card, with an expression on his face that seemed to be crying or smiling.

"The one named Zhou—"

He shouted hysterically at the top of his voice.

"Your brother and sister, they are here!! They are here!!"

He pulled his throat and howled loudly to the bottom.

The fierce long wind blew across the earth like a king, rolling up many bones and spinning them up to the sky. Liao Gan's face was distorted, as if he was crying or laughing, he put away the bones with the badges, and dug in the pile of bones like crazy.

The wind carried his hysterical voice, blowing far, far away.

On the vast land, broken bones are scattered like snow, the deep black earth shakes, the jagged rocks rub against each other, and someone's voice in the rapidly changing world is torn out very long:

—Your senior brother—senior sister—they are here—

-in-here-ah-

……………………………………………………………

"They call you senior brother."

Jun Wanbai raised her head and said softly.

She thought of the young man who pushed everyone behind the ice wall in the Qingming Pagoda. The man turned around and faced the sweeping vortex of space. Thinking of the figure on the blue feather flying boat, standing in the wind and drawing the Golden Crow Longbow...

That's the only way to call him a "senior brother"!

Brother, sister.

On weekdays, fights between members of the same sect are just fights, and you can just scold them whatever you want to see how displeased others are. But to be called "Senior Brother" and "Senior Sister" by others with full of trust, then you have to fulfill your responsibilities as a senior brother and a senior sister. Brothers and sisters entrust their trust to you. In the face of danger, you should stand up, even if you are afraid, you should draw your sword and slash your knife.

This is the senior sister! This is the brother!

And as core disciples, they should be the first to meet danger.

A special identity carries both glory and responsibility.

As the senior brother of Jiuxuanmen, Bailishu did just that, that's why the core disciples were willing to follow his command in front of the misty bird of prey. And as core disciples, no matter she, He Zhou or Li Xin, they are definitely the ones standing in front of ordinary disciples.

It's always been like this.

Brother, sister.

The simple four words are entrusted with trust and sincerity.

"They call you senior brother..."

Jun Wanbai closed her eyes in pain, and before her eyes were those Jiuxuanmen disciples who were attacked and killed by someone's fatal weakness, and their corpses all had expressions of surprise and disbelief.

No matter how much Jun Wanbai disliked Shen Changge on weekdays, she never felt that Shen Changge was unqualified as the chief of Ganmai.

until today.

The smile on Shen Changge's face disappeared, and he stood expressionlessly opposite Jun Wanbai and Li Xin, holding a black and white knife in his hand, blood slowly dripping down the blade, and the dripping on the ground made a crisp sound. A "tick", especially dazzling.

He seemed to have restrained all his thoughts and emotions, and became unable to see anything.

At this moment, the people standing at the bottom of the Prisoner's Desolation Tower were all wounded, and everyone had fought hard just now. Shen Changge did have some hidden strength, but it was not strong enough to resist Jun Wanbai, Li Xin, Qiu Qianhe, Swordsman and Monk Mingxin joining forces.

It was the Prisoner Tower that made his strength soar in an instant.

Countless blood vessel-like formations gathered at the bottom layer, pouring powerful power into the knife in Shen Changge's hand. With this external force, Shen Changge was able to block Jun Wanbai and the other five with his own strength. Human attack.

But it was precisely because of the external source of power that Shen Changge could not fully grasp it, so he was not able to completely defeat Jun Wanbai and the others.

The sleeves of Shen Changge's robe embroidered with water cloud patterns were broken, and his body was also injured. He didn't have the usual romantic and elegant appearance.

He stretched out his hand to untie the waistband, and paused, the knuckles of the hand holding the waistband were slightly white.

Shen Changge lowered his eyes, turned his waist badge, and looked at the words "Chief Ganmai Shen Changge" engraved on the back of the waist badge. He didn't know what he was thinking, but when he saw the word "Shen Changge", a faint sarcasm flashed across his face. Raising his hand and flicking his wrist, he threw the badge at Jun Wanbai and Li Xin.

"There has never been such a person as Shen Changge."

The voice of the young man in the water cloud pattern was slightly hoarse, with a bit of imperceptible dryness.

Junwan Bai Lixin understood what he meant:

——The name Shen Changge was fake from the beginning.

Li Xin laughed coldly, turned the knife in his hand without hesitation, and slashed down with a sharp sound of wind.

With a click, the waist card was split into two, and the words "Chief Qianmai" and "Shen Changge" were completely separated.

There is no need to say anything more.

Who cares what Shen Changge's name is, who Shen Changge is, and what secrets he has... Don't worry about it all, anyway, the person standing in front of them is no longer the head of the Jiuxuanmen. Now, he doesn't deserve to be called "Senior Brother Shen" by the disciples of Jiuxuanmen.

The moment the waist card was cut into pieces, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, and blood rain suddenly fell from the sky.

Everyone's expressions changed, and they saw that the black iron gate suddenly opened on the ground, and violent spatial power erupted from the prison below.

The author has something to say: Senior Brother and Senior Sister are not only respectful titles but also responsibilities. It is precisely because of this that Zhou Wen'an's world is like a senior brother walking in the Qingming Pagoda, and it is frozen at the moment when he holds the spirit card.

I am very happy, I have written a sect that I am currently satisfied with.

Among the eight sects of the Immortal Gate, the Nine Mysteries are the first.