I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

The leader of Xuemogu raised his head slightly and looked around, seeing a scene of defeat, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood from his heart, exhausted his last bit of strength and stood up, pointing to the one-eyed boy Qingcang riding on the horse and roared:

"Yellow-haired boy, don't you want to humiliate me! I have the honor of the first generation of Ha, and I have never failed or failed in my life!"

After all, Xuemogu’s leader must raise his sword and slay himself. According to the tradition of the northern barbarians, the death of the defeated is equivalent to the death of the war. It is a kind of supreme glory, and the burden of failure to live is a kind of people The shame of spurned.

"Wait! Xianha, you keep talking about the ancestors' traditional ancestors' rules, now that you have forgotten the rules of respecting the strong and respecting the winners!"

Qing Cang rides on the horse with his head high and his chest is high, shouting to the big man with a victor's posture, stopping his attempt to mutilate himself.

He gritted his teeth first, inserted his own knife into the snow, and kowtowed to Qingcang who was riding on the horse unwillingly.

"The defeated people Xianha surrendered to you on behalf of Xuemogu, please grant me the glorious death of the defeated people!"

"Please give me a glorious death!"

Countless Xuemogu savages who had never fainted shouted in unison, holding the Cang Cang calmly, and slowly patrolling in the snow on horseback.

"You will not die! I will take you out of Xuemo Valley, go to the border to continue fighting, and even go to the five continents to let you see the real world and the strong!"

"I wait for the barbarians to be the strong and the victors. If you don't obey me and commit suicide, then you are afraid and evading. Cowardice is the greatest shame!"

The savages of Xuemo Valley were very entangled when they heard Qingcang’s shouting, and they didn’t know what to do. In terms of their rules and traditions, they should commit themselves after defeat without shame in their lives, and should obey the winner. Commanded.

"This is the ancestor's inadequacy of the law. There are many such absurdities and contradictions in the rules and traditions among such seldom-enlightened barbarians."

Lin Meng sighed, and after everyone in Xuemogu struggled for a while, Xuemogu's leader was unwilling to kowtow again to Xiang Qingcang, gritted his teeth:

"Follow the winner's metaphor!"

Xianha, the king of Xuemogu, expressed his attitude, and the rest of the hesitant Xuemogu savages followed one after another, kowtowing to Qingcang.

"Follow the winner's metaphor!"

"take away!"

Qing Cang waved his arm and ordered thousands of Snow Wolf Army guards to escort these Xue Mo Valley barbarians to the Snow Wolf Army’s fortress camp, and then drove to the side of Chang Xuejing, turned and dismounted to respect him. He took out the treasure snow mirror in his arms and offered it with both hands.

"Thank you, Mr., for giving the treasure, now I'm returning it to Mr.!"

"Hehe, no need, there is a dead man, you don't need any precious treasures, you can keep it for yourself."

Chang Xuejing's remnant soul shook his head and laughed twice, and drove his horse to a dead tree in the center of Xuemo Valley.

"Come on, excavate!"

After that, several soldiers from the Snow Wolf Army stepped forward and digged under the tree. Lin Meng and Wu Chan looked at each other in confusion, and muttered:

"What is this going to do, is there a treasure under this tree?"

In a short while, several soldiers dug a big hole under the tree in the valley, and began to decorate it again. After a long while, it finally took shape. It was a tomb exactly the same as the peculiar tomb that Lin Meng and others saw outside the valley!

"Mr. Chang is really holding a corpse in his arms. He wants to bury this person! This is what Mr. Mo Jing said that he would repay his gratitude? That corpse is Mr. Chang's benefactor?"

Lin Meng exclaimed, and immediately guessed it. Wu Chan also nodded in agreement afterwards:

"It's not bad to think, but the mummy wrapped in brocade looks like the bones of a young child."

After the tomb was dug, Chang Xuejing put the juvenile corpse in a golden coffin, and placed it in the tomb with his head up and down according to the tradition of Beiman, so that the person could stand in the tomb.

Afterwards, the white clay was sealed and built into a quadrangular trapezoid like those outside the valley.

After that, Chang Xuejing ordered people to bring gold paint,

After everything was done, Chang Xuejing personally engraved the words on the tomb bag, and then kneeled in front of the tomb and laughed, and bowed to the tomb three times.

"After more than two hundred years, Chang Xuejing has come to repay! You can finally rest in peace! What I promised you back then has now been done!"

After three bows, Chang Xuejing stood up, raised her head to the sky and smiled as if talking to herself:

"I am a dead person. Even if I use secret techniques to stay in the world, I won’t stay long. Now that I have my wish, I should leave. The only thing I can’t worry about is you, my old friend. I have a hunch in the chaos. Until there is a more terrifying man behind the scenes, if you are an old friend and you still want to watch the fire from the other side, I am afraid that you will catch the fire in the end!"

Having said that, Chang Xuejing suddenly turned her head and smiled in one direction, Wu Chan frowned as she listened behind her, and mumbled confusedly:

"Old friend? Who is Mr. Chang talking to?"

Lin Meng and Long Heying suddenly brightened their eyes, and Qi Qi looked in the direction of Chang Xuejing's turning head, exclaiming in unison:

"It's Wushuangzun Wang Lin! He is here!"

In this world, there are only a few people who can be Chang Xuejing's old friends and are still alive. Among them, the only people who watch the fire from the other side are the Wushuangzun Wanglin who was also listed as the first of the founding heroes of the Great Yuan and one of the two giants of civil and military!

Sure enough, Lin Meng and the others turned their heads to look, just in time to see people in black clothes and black robes appearing in the vague wind and snow in the direction Chang Xue Jing was looking at.

"Humph!"

The person responded with a dissatisfied cold snort, and Chang Xuejing's remnant soul chuckled faintly, and then his figure began to fade, turning into a bright light and disappearing.

Chang Xuejing dissipated the means to maintain the remnant soul, and his wish was gone. At this moment, the soul returned to heaven and earth disappeared, and the world was no longer impermanent.

"Send to Mr. Chang Xuejing!"

The members of the Snow Wolf Army and Lin Menglong Heying and others all bowed to the spot where Chang Xue Jing's soul scattered, even the figure of the suspected Unparalleled King Lin.

Qingcang, the one-eyed young man who had been silent, could not help tearing down even though he tried his best to endure it at this time, sobbing in a low voice from the side.

"Go and see Wushuangzun Wang Lin!"

After everyone finished the ceremony, Chang Xuejing's remnant soul disappeared completely, and Long Heying hurriedly greeted him, and he wanted to take Lin Meng and others to see the person who seemed to be the unparalleled king Lin.

But when everyone looked to wherever he went, the black figure had long since disappeared, and even the sense of mind could not detect his whereabouts.

"It's still a step too late. It's a pity. If we can get the support of the two giants of the two founding civil and martial arts of Dayuan, the odds of winning will be more stable. Now only the side of the unparalleled city is not yet available to me."

The corners of Long Heying's mouth twitched and sighed helplessly, while Lin Meng comforted him:

"It's okay, time is also fate, each has its own destiny and cause and effect, and it is not rushed to this time. Anyway, no one can be alone in the calamity of this chaos. Unparalleled King Lin will definitely make a choice."

Long Heying nodded, and was about to lead Lin Meng and others to the frontline border together, but turned his head but couldn't find the young army master Qingcang from the Snow Wolf Army.

At this time, the savages in Xuemo Valley were almost taken away. The valley was empty. Lin Meng and the others looked around and found them. The one-eyed young soldier with a fierce aura, who was in the land of Chang Xue Jing's Soul Dispersion. Weeping before the grave.