Chapter 485 – Old Land of Volsung Mountain, Bloodshed of Two Factions
Chapter 485 – Old Land of Fulong Mountain, Bloodshed of Two Factions
One day of autumn color cold and clear bay, countless peaks far and near.
This is a piece of cypress covered with old mountain flowers between the mountains, far away from a piece of green with a little withered yellow, under the mountain an official road twists and turns to the distance, opposite the reed swings rippling water, a few wild birds suddenly fluttering wings to fly into the distance.
Very usual late fall mountain scenery, just …… it is Volusia Mountain!
Xin Zhuo some stagnant turn around, the foot is exactly the top of the Volsung Mountain, where the original Volsung Walled City, just when that piece of simple cottage is long gone, some bricks and beams and wood in situ, like a new construction not long ago, some people used to live here, but now it also collapsed, and the ruins have grown a thick mountain grass.
In front of the ten or so sycamore trees look like people in their middle age, falling a field of residual leaves.
To the right, there was an additional raised and lonely grave with a headstone in front of it.
In addition to the cottage is no longer there, everything is just like that year that light, he just came to this world, boredom sleep in the recliner, hugging Xiao Huang, Huang Dagui and Cui Yinger grinding knives and washing clothes, noisy individuals.
But the years are like a shuttle, the scenery is still the same, people are not as good as in the past.
Is the sea of bitterness below Volsung Mountain?
Is it a coincidence, or …… is it like a reincarnation? I started here in the first place, and now I’m coming back from here?
The hole behind me has been completely squeezed by the vibrations of the mountains, and no trace of it can be seen.
He walked towards the lonely grave with difficulty, only to see that it was clearly carved with:¡°The tomb of Xin Ao Tian, the old leader of the Volsung Walled City.”
There were lines of small letters:Cui Ying’er, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxiao, Han Jiulang, and Han Qiniang stood.
He was silent for a while, stretched out his hand to wipe off the dust on the tombstone, patted his naked body, apparently there was no paper money or something like that, so he had to pick up some leaves as paper money, reached out and flicked his hand, igniting a fire.
Enough to burn half an hour, only to get up, pick up a piece of rag from the grass wrapped around the lower half of the body, looking for the approximate place where the sun was lying in the first place, sat down on a log, and then looked at the sunset in the sky dazed.
What year is this evening?
He couldn’t help but feel a similar feeling, as if it was a lifetime ago.
I don’t know how long, behind him suddenly came a burst of messy footsteps, a man and two women three fifteen and sixteen year old teenage girls hurriedly plopped up, glanced at him, and were all stunned for a moment.
The leader, a slender little girl cocked her head: “Uncle, who are you?”
Uncle?
I’m already an uncle now?
Xin Zhuo subconsciously touched his chin, which had already grown stubble, and opened his mouth with a hoarse and unpleasant voice: “I’m just sitting around.”
“I advise you to leave as soon as possible.” The little girl said: “Our Fushan Sect and the Blood Warrior Sect of Eastern Barbarians are going to fight soon.”
“Fu Shan Sect?”
Xin Zhuo scanned towards where the Autumn Palace Pavilion was in the first place, and just after exiting the old man, he noticed the fighting aura of martial artists there.
The girl nodded her head and said, “That’s right! Our Fushan Sect has just been established for two years, the headmaster is warrior Xue Huaiwei, the headmaster’s wife is Yuan Mo’er, have you heard of it?”
Have you heard of it? Of course! Just …… when did they get married? Founded the sect?
The little girl’s few people left in a hurry and rushed straight to the Autumn Palace Pavilion ruins.
……
Autumn Palace Pavilion’s door has been repaired, a huge plaque on the book “Fu Shan Sect” three words, handwriting is quite elegant, but now crooked, the middle cracked a seam, as if someone just smashed.
Pavilion in a bookstore has also been changed into a weapons pavilion, hidden merit building and other sect landmarks, even the center of the precepts monument has also been replaced by the Fushan monument.
At this moment the square under the monument seven to eight hundred people were facing each other, with the green-clothed Fushan Sect on one side and the strange black-clothed Blood War Sect on the other.
In front of the Fu Shan Sect disciples, Mr. Good Learning and Mr. Xu, who had a meeting with Xin Zhuo back then, were sitting on the ground with blood on the corners of their mouths.
On the side stood Xue Huaiwei, Yuan Mo’er, Du Nine Years and Shangguan Xi’er, the first miss of the Divine Gun Villa whose stomach was slightly bulging, Murong family Murong Lei, Chen family Chen Guiyan, the head constable Chen Jing, and so on.
Xue Huaiwei is now over thirty years old, three wisps of long beard on the chin, eyebrows with a few points of majesty, when the thick lips of the naive appearance of the son is gone, at the moment looking at the opposite black clothes of the Blood War Sect of the people, the heart rose up a trace of despair.
For several years the world is in constant strife, great changes, mundane people are still looking for a way out, they are generally gifted, but after the seven days of green rain baptism, slow entry to the great masters of the people, since they are with three or five acquaintances to open a mountain gate, set up a sect, and seek the future. Just no expert in the faction, this volcano mountain treasure, is when the great zhou emperor tai zu latent dragon place, and is that even if the princeling a few years, the mighty name still shocked the world four sides of the iron blood qin king ginger yuqing home, how can we keep?
Opposite the Blood War Sect disciples have been attacking for three days, just did not expect today will be masters come together, break the door, make the annihilation of the Fu Shan School trend.
“Gentlemen of the Blood War Sect, this Volusia Mountain is extremely large, why not look for another place, favoring robbing my Volusia Mountain Sect’s mountain gate?”
Xue Huaiwei rushed at the opposite side of the Blood Battle Sect’s Sectmaster Hundred Flowers Fairy and the three Supreme Elders with a difficult arching salute, “The northern Mighty Tiger Hilltop, as well as the eastern Shuiyuean Ruins, are all feng shui treasures that can be used to open up a mountain and set up a sect, you and I two sects now belong to the same Great Zhou, if I were to sue the Zhenwu Division, I’m afraid you all won’t be able to fall in favor of them either.”
“That’s right!”
Yuan Mo’er’s face which was slightly mean at the beginning was plumped up a lot due to the fact that she gave birth to a son and a daughter several years after her marriage, and the fetus was raised and blood was abundant, only at this time, her face was full of shyness and annoyance: “We have someone in the imperial court, have you heard of Murong Yunxi? Fengyin Division young head of the Division.”
“Pfft, heh heh heh ……”
These words do not work on the Blood War Sect’s head Hundred Flowers Fairy, laughing and flamboyant, the high nose and thin lips of the Eastern Barbarians’ bloodline, the handsome appearance of the foreigners is particularly attractive, “You guys ah, when it’s really a joke it, a group of district grand masters to open what the sect, establish what faction?
Great Zhou court nowadays strategizing Eastern Barbarians to buy people’s hearts not to mention, that Zhenwu Division is to believe that I and other great venerable masters, Earth Immortal masters, or to believe that all of you? Heh heh heh ……”
Xue Huaiwei face gloomy down, eyebrows with a trace of worry, this Blood War Sect Sect headmaster and the two Taishang Elders are Great Zun Shi realm, another Taishang Elder is the Earth Immortal, this is they can’t compare, not only can’t compare, but also as humble general ants.
Just give up the door, face all lost, the disciples centrifugal, all the hard work down the drain.
“Really unintelligent.”
The Hundred Flowers Fairy sat lazily on the demonic beast skin throne behind her, playing with her crystalline nails in boredom, “Gou and Ali, the two Great Elders, make your move!”
“Yes!”
The two Blood Battle Sect’s Great Elders leapt up, their majestic martial power rolling up three layers of fusion techniques, striking Xue Huaiwei’s group of people head on.
As for the group of people from the Fushan Sect, the highest realm was just a good scholarly gentleman of the Lesser Zun Shi realm, and the rest were all Third Grade Great Masters, so how could they block them? For a while, they all changed their faces.
“Move!”
Mr. Good Learning had already been injured by the strike, and at this moment, he leapt up with great difficulty, holding the heart of certain death, forcibly receiving the fusion technique killing moves of the two Blood Battle Sect Grand Elders.
Before he could even get close, his body was already bleeding like it had been slashed by countless blades, disheveled.
“Good Learning Elder!”
A group of Xue Huaiwei, Yuan Mo’er, Du Nine Years and Shangguan Xi’er, who were rapidly retreating, cried out in grief.
Seeing that Mr. Good Learning was about to die, the two Grand Elders of the Blood Battle Sect were like the God of Murder approaching the earth, their fusion techniques were furious and overpowering, rolling up a hundred feet of wind and waves.
“Boom–“
A radiant white frost spell, internalized to the extreme, overpowering to the extreme, as if it was not something that should be found on earth, descended from the sky and struck down the two men.
“Puh-“
The fusion spells of the two Grand Elders of the Blood Battle Sect were like a glowing flame’s awn being corroded by the white moon, instantly dissipating, and the two were also broken into pieces by that ice roar, their limbs splattered all over the place.
A single strike decapitated them, as simple and crisp as an iron hammer hitting tofu.
“Bang!”
Not far away, the Volsung Mountain Precepts Monument was affected by the wave and shattered all at once, while thirteen more arm-thick cracks appeared on the ground.
However, the mind-shivering frost did not dissipate and quickly spread in all directions.
The closest Mr. Good Learning couldn’t dodge in time and was frozen into ice.
Whether it was the disciples of the Fushan Sect or the Blood Battle Sect, they froze for a moment and then frantically retreated, all the way back hundreds of feet, all of them breathing heavily, their faces white with fear.
(End of chapter)