Chapter 37 Darkness

The darkness in the north of the mainland shrouds the world. Even if Haoyang exists, you can still see the darkness in the north. Countless civilians in the south of the continent look at the darkness in the north with fear. The crazy tribal warriors and Song soldiers on the blood-stained plain were still fighting with the weapons in their hands. The tribes madly wanted to rush into the city and not be swallowed up by the darkness. The Song soldiers resisted the group of barbarians from entering with the weapons in their hands.

The Song Dynasty and the Buddha had already announced that darkness would not enter their own borders, but there were still many civilians who migrated to the south, because they felt that only the south could protect them because of the existence of the Qingtianism.

After more than a month, the Buddha finally signed a contract unconditionally after seeing the terrible darkness, and the condition that the border city of the Song Dynasty would give the residents of the Buddha country to enter the life after all.

The emperor of the Buddha and the empress dowager stood in the palace and looked at the increasingly noisy Buddha. They were silent. They were the emperors of the Buddha and the empress dowager, so they flowed down.

The abbot of Dalin Temple and the first Bodhi tree standing in the forbidden place of the back mountain were silent. They saw the golden lines and also saw the figure of Buddha Shakyamuni. There was no fear or fear. They just stood there quietly. They knew what the darkness in the north represented, so they were waiting.

And now the monks in the Dalin Temple have already been evacuated when it was dark or in the shadow. Only the young tribes stayed stubbornly. Buddha Sakyamuni sighed silently, but he could not do nothing. The world of Bliss has become a history that he only relies on this ancient bodhi tree to survive.

The darkness does not think about the spread of the Song Dynasty, but the spread of the Western Desert. After all, the teacher still exists, so it will not spread, but the Western Desert has become weaker and weaker. There is no way to resist the dark invasion. If you look at it from the sky, half of the Western Desert has been eroded by darkness and all the eroded cities have become dead cities. Become history.

The city close to the remnants of Loulan in the north has now become the death of tens of thousands of the remnants of Loulan in the past. It has become a corner of history like the Loulan civilization. They can't avoid the darkness and the terrible vision of the eternal night coming from the end of the mainland.

There are fewer and fewer tribal warriors on the blood-stained plains. The 300,000 troops of the Song Dynasty are now only tens of thousands of people and all of them are disabled. The drop of corpses tells the sadness of the war. The sadness revealed by the red plain is nowhere to be said.

The holy martial arts marquis stood on the city and looked at fewer and fewer tribes. They only sighed that the war was too cruel and easily took the lives of more than half a million people. I don't know when the smell of blood in the air could be dispersed into their original state. How could the countless corpses calm down and sigh.

"I curse the broken Song Dynasty, I curse the heavens and the earth are not benevolent, the earth flows into a river, I curse the world to become nothingness." When the last tribal warrior died under the weapons of the Song Dynasty soldiers, such a curse also heralded the end of the battle, and the earth wailed and the heavy rain on the ground seemed to have died for the plain. Tens of thousands of lives are crying.

The curse that resounded through the heavens and the earth turned into a force through the sky and spread all over the mainland with the resentment of 300,000 people of the tribe. The heavy rain on the plain fell, and the black silk in mid-air was seen towards the sky. The holy martial arts marquis looked silently at everything on the plain. He heard the curse and saw the black line flying to the white sky. The curse of the endless resentment. The holy martial arts marquis didn't know how to calm down and didn't know how to solve it, so he could only look at it quietly.

And the generals around the Holy Marquis, the soldiers on the wall and the soldiers on the plain were full of fear and indescribable fear. They looked at the black silk flying high into the sky and the roar that appeared out of thin air. So they were afraid that the soldiers on the plain would start to run to their city crazily. Only in that way could they feel at ease. The soldiers and countless generals on the wall collapsed on their faces and said nothing in fear.

"I have heard your curse and know your death wish." A voice suddenly resounded through the whole bloody plain.

I saw those black thin lines more quickly integrated into the sky after the sound sound, which made the sky crack and made Haoyang begin to lose its brilliance. The darkness, which had been stuck in the line with a sword, began to rush into the south to cover the wilderness, let the trees wither and make the earth lose its vitality.

In the Taoist Temple of Heaven, after the first black thin line was integrated into the sky, black spots began to appear all over the body, and then when there was a crack in the sky, it began to be weak. From coming to the world, the plum began to be weak, but the weakness still made itself strong, but now the weakness has begun to affect the plums. He slowly felt death and felt the fall of cultivation. Because he was cursed in the kingdom of God, he was angry and panicked. Then the mainland began to show signs that the wind swept the earth and rifts devoured life.

The believers in the cherry blossom mountains knelt down at this time. They felt the anger of Qingtian Haoyang, so they begged Qingtian Haoyang to calm their anger. The viewer still looked at the plum drunkards and sloppy Taoists in the temple calmly. At this time, their whole body trembled. They still did not kneel down. They were afraid of the hermit strongmen in the canyon of the back mountain. They are afraid. Because of the anger of Qingtian Haoyang, they clearly feel it, so they are afraid that they are afraid.

Li Zizi walked out and watched the disaster in the south. He looked at the calm Song and looked at the dark north and then waved his hand. The black silks all dissipated, but the stopping power made him extremely weak. It seemed that although the wave of the hand just now interrupted the stop, it still could not stop the invading curse power.

"Five, easy to calculate" Li Zizi's face was pale, but the anger on her face still could not be covered by paleness.

The curse is not only for Qingtian Haoyang, but also the Song Dynasty gradually integrated into the fortune of the Song Dynasty when the curse was integrated into the sky. There were at least three elders and two martial princes in the Senate and military aircraft, and nearly one level of officials died in the curse.

The emperor of the Song Dynasty stood in the imperial study and was silent. Naturally, he knew the curse because he felt the change of his body and the change in Lin'an City. Taizu in Lanwan's secret place did not say anything. He didn't know whether all this was worth it, but now there was no room for redemption. The battle of the plain seemed to be natural. In fact, he knew There is a shadow of a college in the middle.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked silently at the canyon in the back of the college. He saw the teacher's trembling back and a tear. As Taizu thought, there was a shadow of the college on the northern battlefield. It can be said that the beginning of the battlefield was driven by the academy. The teacher looked at the book in front of the waterfall and the book that had not been turned over for a long time trembled and let the waterfall splash. The water droplets wet the clothes.

The teacher shed a tear into the boring arm. It was he who pushed the battlefield, so he felt guilty and didn't know whether it was right or wrong.

In the inspection court, Zhao Feng saw everything and saw the death of the body of the royal family. He saw the death of the nearly one-layer official and saw the trembling and hesitation of the teacher. Zhao Feng didn't say anything but was helpless and helpless. He wondered if it was really worth doing so.

Zhao Feng walked out of the inspection house and walked through the inner city. He looked at the official government that had hung the white sails. Zhao Feng walked very slowly through a senior's mansion and then passed a Wuhou mansion. Zhao Feng trembled every step of the way. Every step was so heavy as if the future was confused.

Nearly one day after the death of officials in the Song Dynasty, the whole Song Dynasty overshadowed the Song Dynasty. Those officials may have no achievements, but they have worked hard for the Song Dynasty all their lives. The members of the royal family told the world that they had appointed new officials and the Song court, like the inheritance of Wuhou, would not be paralyzed and would not be affected.

Zhao Feng walked through the inner city in a day and walked to the outer city. Long Xiaoyu accompanied her. She didn't know all this, but she knew his sadness. Xiaohuasheng Zhou Xuan stood on a street corner and looked at Zhao Feng and Long Xiaoyu's inexplicable loneliness. She knew all this and she also knew the sadness in his heart.

Walking through the inner city, Zhao Feng listened to the silence of the inner city broken by the crying and looked at the painful and sad faces one after another. He kept asking himself, "Is it worth doing this? Is it really worth doing this?"

Zhao Feng walked to the wall of the outer city accompanied by Long Xiaoyu. He looked at the Taoshan in the south and looked at the college in the Taoshan Mountain. He didn't see the teacher's tears, but he saw the teacher's back trembling and saw the teacher's thoughts. Now Zhao Feng is not Huang Tianbaiyang, but Zhao Feng of the Song Dynasty royal family, so he had feelings, so he was asking. Is it worth it?

"The Song Dynasty is like a child to the Song Dynasty," Tuo Man said softly when he appeared beside Zhao Feng.

"Second brother, I don't want to lose anyone anymore," Zhao Feng said

Tuo Man looked down at the city wall and looked at the majestic city and then looked at the place in the north where it was shrouded in darkness but still had a place still illuminated by the bright sun. It was the easternmost part of the wilderness. It was the most marginal place where there was a girl waiting for her in the tribe, which was also the place where her faith was.

"I won't lose. There are you and she waiting for me," Tuo Man said.