Start with the gods

Chapter 279

In the 15th year of the Apocalypse, in late autumn, when Guo Yu stepped into the chessboard world left by the Buddha, an extremely cruel fight was going on in the wilderness in the far north.

Since the deserted people who lived in the extreme northern cold region for thousands of years returned to the south, they seized a large area of ​​grassland in the royal court of the left account and became the target of crusade by all the countries in the Central Plains. The war has lasted for a whole year since last year.

Because Guo Yu rushed to Taoshan, the Xiling Temple, which had lost a lot of face, in order to regain its dignity in the eyes of the world, sent a large number of practitioners to fight with the army this time, trying to defeat the barren people in one fell swoop.

In past wars, practitioners have always played a supporting role. Neither formation masters nor talisman masters, nor sword masters who are willing to carry out assassination missions, can determine the outcome of a war, and in this war , practitioners are very important.

The reason for this is that this war was a holy war launched by the Xiling Temple, and most practitioners from the Central Plains countries came to the wasteland.

The priests from the Xiling Temple, the Taoist practitioners from the Taoist temples of various countries, the masters from the Southern Jin Jiange and other Taoist guest forces, the rare talisman masters, and the formation masters relied on by the military of various countries have come to participate in the battle. Great changes have taken place in the mode of warfare.

On the wilderness battlefield, the vitality of heaven and earth is controlled by countless thoughts, disturbed by countless pieces of talisman paper, and shaken by countless formations. It changes rapidly and disturbs, and even the natural environment has undergone drastic changes.

As long as the two sides meet on the wilderness, it will be the meeting of the ax and the knife, the meeting of the fist and the head of the horse, the meeting of the sword and the body, the meeting of the rune and the throwing axe, countless heavy impact sounds on the wilderness, and countless war horses Miserably hissing and falling, countless knights fell.

Although the barren people are called natural warriors, they are inherently strong, and some powerful warrior leaders have secretly learned the skills of the Demon Sect. There are many strong ones, but the population base of the barren tribe is too small, and they still have no way to resist Yi Xiling. The coalition led by the temple.

The two sides were at a disadvantage at the beginning of the battle. They lost consecutive battles and then retreated. They could only rely on the spirit and spirit honed in the cold regions of the extreme north for thousands of years to support themselves.

In these battles, I don't know how many soldiers died or were seriously injured. Of course, more Central Plains cavalry died under their axes, and I don't know how many strong practitioners were killed by ordinary barren soldiers.

In short, today's wilderness battlefield is like a waterwheel, which continuously draws water from the stream formed by humans and pours it into the wilderness, but the water is human blood and flesh.

And Ye Su, who had been away from Chang'an for several months, was now in the wasteland, near this cruel and bloody battlefield.

After watching the battle of Yanming Lake between Ning Que and Xia Hou, he officially started his plan to travel around the world. He started from Chang'an City and went north, passing through the four counties of Hebei and entering the Yan Kingdom, and then crossed the current serious territory. The shrinking Zuozhang Khanate stepped into this grassland where tens of millions of people were fighting.

However, he did not come here to participate in the so-called jihad. On the way, he walked thousands of miles on foot, and has been observing the lowest level of ordinary people in various countries, feeling and understanding their life trajectories. Want to understand something.

After entering the wasteland, he temporarily stayed in a barren mountain village under the Tianqi Mountain Range for a few days as an ordinary person, and then he came to the edge of the battlefield and watched an extremely tragic battle nearby.

One side is fighting for the holy war, for the great Haotian, while the other side is fighting just to stay alive. Although the purposes are different, the result is that both sides are fighting at the risk of their lives, and countless living lives are buried on the battlefield. above.

This battle shocked him a lot. He, who was used to seeing life and death, felt very uncomfortable at this moment, with a heavy expression on his face.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Ye Su looked at the battlefield and sighed softly, then turned and left, heading towards the towering Tianqi Mountains. He needed a quiet place to think about it and think about how to go in the future.

Along the rugged and winding ridges, walking through the grass and woods without any roads, his heart was filled with ups and downs, and one picture after another flashed through his mind, all of which were what people like him saw and heard when they traveled around the world.

Just like that, he fell into contemplation, fell into the memory of the past, walked aimlessly in the mountains, and unknowingly came to a deep valley.

This valley is located between Xuefeng cliffs, and there is a huge deep pit in the deepest part, which is filled with all kinds of strange-shaped stones. It is the location of the famous Mozong Mountain Gate.

"So it's here, that's all, since you're here, it's good to go in and have a look."

Ye Su thought for a while, then walked forward along the edge of the lake that was once filled with water, and entered the famous block formation.

He walks the world with the concept of knowing and guarding, and his cultivation has already reached the peak of knowing his fate. Naturally, this formation that has been greatly reduced in power will not cause him much hindrance.

It was very easy to pass through the stone formation and step into the gate of Mozong Mountain, and then walked along the long stone steps to the extremely shocking stone beam inside that could accommodate four carriages.

At this time, Ye Su's pace became very slow, because the rock paintings carved on the stone beams attracted his mind. Looking at the pictures depicting various natural disasters such as floods, wildfires, heavy snows, and earthquakes, his mood changed. I feel heavier and heavier, and it becomes increasingly difficult to move my legs, as if they are filled with lead.

When he reached the front of the stone beam, he stopped completely, stared at the last rock painting with his head lowered, his expression full of solemnity.

This painting is very simple, with very few lines. At the bottom are three rows of straight lines mixed with countless small stone caves, which probably represent the human beings who have multiplied and occupied the world. Those small stone caves seem to be the hands raised by humans when they cheer and celebrate.

Above the three straight lines, deep stone lines form a circle, and a semicircle.

"Is this the reason why the senior turned his back on himself?"

Ye Su's eyes fell on the top circle and semicircle and murmured to himself.

In the Haotian Daomen, why the greatest bright priest in the history of the Xiling Temple betrayed his beliefs and why he established the Mozong, an incompatible sect, is still a mystery.

All the Taoist disciples couldn't figure out why he, the person closest to Haotian, ended up on this road, but at this moment, Ye Su understood a little bit.

He understood what kind of mentality the great priest of light was in before making that decision, and he also understood that this was his struggle against fate.

Staring at this petroglyph, gradually, his whole person became more and more quiet, the aura around him gradually became restrained, and his eyes gradually froze, falling into deep thinking.

(End of this chapter)