Immortal and Demon Cultivation

After a few rounds, when Qu Xian'er saw that the flash in Ye Xiaochuan's eyes was not fear but jest, she knew that she had been tricked by Ye Xiaochuan.

Alas, I was a little slow to react. Ye Xiaochuan's Nine-Yin White Bone Picking Flowers and Oil-Dragon Claw Hands have been practiced to perfection over the years. They come and go without a trace, making it hard to guard against.

As Du Jiuniang's proud disciple, Qu Xian'er is naturally very smart and knows that if the embarrassment continues, she will suffer even greater losses.

So she surrendered.

Not many people from the Demon Sect attended Ye Xiaochuan's engagement party this time. There were only a few young casual cultivators. In addition to Qu Xian'er, there was also a beautiful fairy, Qin Shuang'er, Hu Jiumei's favorite disciple.

Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan tortured Qu Xianer's body to pieces, the people of the Demon Cult were not convinced. A Chitong encouraged Qin Shuang'er to go up to take over Qu Xianer's class and take down Ye Xiaochuan.

However, Qin Shuang'er majored in ghost magic. Although she also practiced some demon sect skills, she was introverted and conservative. Charming arts like those of the Hehuan sect were not her specialty. She would be humiliating herself if she went up there. Refuse.

Qu Xian'er was defeated, the righteous disciples cheered, and Ye Xiaochuan danced on the table alone, which seemed to have found some of the feeling of doing this kind of dance on the ring fifteen years ago.

When the mood strikes, he sings a song, which is naturally his best song, "Little Bird."

I just sang: "I am a little little bird, fly and fly..."

Before he could fly, several righteous disciples rushed onto the table, covered his mouth, and dragged him down.

Others cost money to sing, but this guy's singing cost money.

Many people here have experienced the last night when the ancient sacred tree died. That night, Ye Xiaochuan sang and directly attracted Xiao Qi, intending to cut him into pieces.

Ye Xiaochuan was upset when his singing was interrupted. He asked Zhao Wuji and others who were dragging him: "Is it really hard to listen to the great sage's singing?"

After everyone nodded heavily, he let out a long sigh. It must be because these people were jealous of his singing voice that they were telling lies.

The carnival in this dining hall is destined to continue.

I am destined to have no sleep tonight.

They are all the most outstanding figures of the younger generation in the world. When they are gathered together, even if there are a few casual cultivators from the Demon Sect, they cannot stop them from having fun.

Outside the dining hall, there were many righteous disciples. They were not qualified to go inside and have a carnival, so they listened outside.

At this time, singing sounded in the dining hall, loud and resonant, and very moving.

"The long sword of Qingqiu, the fierce horse singing wildly."

"Loyalty to the liver and righteousness to the courage strengthen the mountains and rivers."

"What a cultivator who has come and gone."

"Dare to be equal in heaven!"

This was the voice of Leng Zongsheng, and he started to stand up, and then many people sang along with this catastrophic war song that has been passed down in the world for countless years.

"The iron bones of tenderness, the promise of a thousand pieces of gold."

"There were smoke waves before and after his death."

"A man as rich as a cloud, nothing to do with me."

"Wherever the sword shines, I feel like weeping and singing!"

At first, there were just over 300 people in the dining hall slapping the table and chanting.

The disciples outside began to sing along.

"There's so much blood that can't be shed all the way, that's what a hero is like!"

"Two feet, broken through the long river of the desert!"

"Three sighs, sighs, just for my homeland!"

"People from all over the world are reciting this magnificent song!"

The first time it was sung by cultivators inside and outside the dining hall, the second time it was sung, everyone was high in fighting spirit and the sound was like thunder.

During the third time, many people in the presbytery opened their windows and listened.

At the fourth time, the mountaineering team coming up from below also started singing.

When it sounded for the fifth time, the entire mountain in front of Samsara Peak rang out with this blood-heated war song.

In Yuanshui Xiaozhu, the ghost girl who was eating with a big bowl in her arms heard the voice singing: "Tenderness is the iron bone, a thousand pieces of gold and a promise..."

The other fairies sang along to the sound.

Only Xiao Qi pouted and seemed to dislike this war song.

Yu Jizi and nearly a hundred sect leaders suspended the meeting, and everyone was listening to the deafening singing outside.

"Long Song of Magnificence" was sung ten times, and then replaced with another war song that has been widely circulated in the world in the past six months.

"Don't you see, the Hanzhong Army, the weak-crowned prisoners are asking for long tassels."

"I don't see you, An Ding is far away, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhan Yun."

"If you don't see me, I'm walking along the river, and the flat sand is bounding into the sky."

"If you don't see me, I will ride ten thousand horses, and I will defeat the powerful enemy and leave Yingguan."

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Many people were crying while crying at the top of their lungs.

"I don't see you, the light of the halberd is cold, and we meet each other on the march in the middle of the night."

"If you don't see it, the storm will rise, and the robe will be bathed in blood for the country."

"The man must have gone to the country to be in trouble, and cut the enemy with a long sword before his blood was dry."

“Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, why return them wrapped in horse leather?”

If the daytime was an engagement ceremony for Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou, then today's night would be a war song for everyone.

It is because of the catastrophe that all races in the world are gathered together.

This catastrophe is not far away from the last one, only six thousand years, and the blood of revenge contained in the bodies of human beings has not yet cooled down.

The warrior from the foreign race in Northern Xinjiang who was tortured by Wan Yan Wu Lei to confess, was walking along the bluestone path on the mountainside, following the representatives of the foreign race to the top of the mountain.

At this moment, the warrior from the Yi tribe was singing and crying.

The Yiren race are recognized as one of the most timid races in the world, but they have never been cowardly in the catastrophe.

Six thousand years ago, in the battle of Kunlong Valley in Xiangxi, more than 8,000 wolf warriors and the northern border foreigners who had just arrived in Xiangxi defended Kunlong Valley to the death in order to buy time for humans to transfer.

None of them retreated.

After the catastrophe, only seven wolf warriors returned to the northern border alive.

All the northern border foreigners knew that once they entered the pass, they would never return to their homeland alive.

But they still resolutely embarked on the road of their ancestors to conquer the sky.

The emperor is unkind, and he will be replaced.

The heaven is unkind, and he will conquer the unfaithful.

It was not only the wolf warriors who cried, but many people cried.

Zhao Zian, the most outstanding son of Zhao Xianfeng, the great marshal of the cavalry on earth, was the main force that defeated the Storm Legion of the Heaven Realm in the wilderness war.

At this moment, he was also in Cangyun Mountain.

When the war song belonging to ordinary warriors on earth sounded on Cangyun Mountain, Zhao Zian burst into tears.

More than 10 million comrades died in the Eagle's Beak Cliff, in the wilderness, and in the Ten Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang...

They are not just a string of cold numbers. These immortals remember them, and the world also remembers them.

The fat old man carrying bamboo poles and cloth curtains, listening to the war songs chanted all over the mountains, he was somewhat relieved.

With such high fighting spirit, what enemy can do anything to this group of people?

The next moment, he saw the young general Zhao Zian, wearing a silver robe and holding a spear, standing on the edge of the bluestone steps.

Behind Zhao Zian, there was another person, a very beautiful woman. It was Princess Phantom, the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor Yan.