ninety thousand miles

Chapter 643 Narration
"Yanzhi..." The spiritual master folded his hands, made a strange gesture, and chanted in a low voice, as if he was communicating with something.

The chanting speed became faster and faster, and the expression on her face became more and more painful.

The ground shook violently and turned upside down.

He saw Wen Guying and the spiritual master falling in the darkness.

The red sword light spread out in circles, seeming to be in harmony with the sound of the pot.

The other part of Li Chuan's consciousness calmly watched everything that happened in the tunnel. The sword light cut through the flesh and blood, but the flesh and blood seemed endless.

He stretched out his hand and touched the seal. The two figures floated out, and the ripples of the pot sound and the sword light instantly bound them.

The fall stopped immediately.

The ground stabilized again.

"Let's go." Wen Guying said.

They walked into the cave. The tall and wide cave was empty and contained nothing.

"There should be a monster corpse here." said the spiritual master.

"We are in the corpse." Wen Guying raised his head, looked at the top of the cave, and said: "Yan Zhi did not seal the corpse of an ancient monster under Songdu, but the entire Songdu was built on the corpse."

"Why?" Li Chuan asked.

"Then we have to find them out and ask them, then we can know." Wen Guying looked at the spiritual master and said, "Were you trying to communicate with them just now?"

"Yes. Yan Zhi, he has been trying to free the half-demon tribe from the curse and leave the Cangwu Wilderness. If he knew what is happening now... he would definitely not want the half-demons to continue to split and weaken." The spiritual master sighed and said, "I seemed to have received a response just now, but it was only for a moment, or it could be my illusion, and then there was nothingness."

"He is right there, try to wake him up." Wen Guying pointed to a high place.

"I'll try again." said the spiritualist.

She licked her cracked lips and closed her eyes. The bone ornaments swayed and distant chanting echoed in the empty cave.

"It's windy." said Li Chuan.

"Are you talking about the sound of the wind? I heard it." Wen Guying said.

"Yeah. The sound of the wind and the sound of the pot." Li Chuan looked up and said, "I always feel that I can see everything that happens here."

"This dream is shrouded in the sound of your pot. If you want to wake up, it is just a matter of thought." Wen Guying said.

"Is that so?" Li Chuan was not sure.

"Who do you think took action just now?" Wen Guying said.

Li Chuan was about to ask further questions when a pair of eyes suddenly opened on the concave part of the high stone wall.

Is it Yanzhi or Chilin?

"Rui... Eldar?"

The sound of the wind gathered into a hoarse voice, ringing in the ears of Li Chuan and the other two.

"I am, I am the spiritual master of the Ruiling tribe..."

Before the spiritualist could finish his words, the sound of wind interrupted him.

"Destroy, destroy Songdu... We must destroy... Songdu... We must..."

"Spiritual Master, can you calm him down?" Wen Guying asked.

"let me try."

This time, the spiritual master chanted and danced at the same time. Her dance moves were very peculiar, with a special sense of rhythm that mixed with the chanting and the sound of the wind. A special power spread as she danced.

It was a sacrificial dance, and Li Chuan had an epiphany.

Gradually, the wind died down.

"Are you Yanzhi?" Wen Guying asked.

The pair of eyes looked at Wen Guying, and he asked, "Are you a cultivator?" "Four Gods Palace, Wen Guying." Wen Guying said.

"I have not heard of your name," said the eyes.

"My master's master is Yang Jiu, do you know him?" Wen Guying said.

"The old Palace Master of the Four Gods Palace, I know him. Did he ask you to come?" said the Eyes.

"That's right." Wen Guying said.

"Destroy Songdu."

The wind hummed softly.

"No matter what your purpose is in coming here, you must completely destroy Songdu and this place."

Wen Guying took a step forward and said, "Part of your soul is here, right? If you destroy Songdu, you will be free, but you will also be completely destroyed."

Hearing Wen Guying's conversation, the spiritual master was stunned.

"It doesn't matter." Yan Zhi said.

"I promise you, but you must tell me what happened in the past six hundred years." Wen Guying said.

The wind stopped.

Wen Guying said: "As the eldest senior brother of the Four Gods Palace, I promise you that I will definitely destroy Songdu. If I can't do it, my junior brothers and sisters will definitely fulfill this promise for me."

Those eyes were fixed on Wen Guying.

When we review the past, we should face it calmly.

Finally, the sound of the wind sounded again. "I don't know how long I can stay awake... I was deceived by him. We built Songdu together. No, I built Songdu under his deception. At that time, the half-demon tribes had just been unified and should have rested and recuperated, but in order to build this capital, I desperately squeezed them. I thought that soon, soon we would be able to break the curse and leave this land. I was wrong. It was a lie, all a lie."

"The entire Moon Shadow Clan was wiped out because of this. And I am the murderer."

Yan Zhi's thoughts were in a mess. There were noises in the wind, and perhaps it was those noises that were disturbing him.

Wen Guying asked, "He told you that building a capital on the bones and flesh of ancient monsters can break the curse?"

"No, it was Youxi Valley. I saw it in Youxi Valley. I saw the sacred tree there, and the sacred tree told me. Then we started looking for it, and finally found it, but our power was too small, so we had to gather the power of all half-demons."

"It's fake. The sacred tree is fake. He deceived me. I realized it during the first sacrifice, but it was irreversible. Who is he? Why did he do this? He didn't answer me."

The sound of the wind became increasingly chaotic, rushing around in the cave.

The pair of eyes closed, then opened again, and then pairs of eyes on the walls, on the ground, and on the ceiling kept opening, then closing again...

Wen Guying looked at the spiritual master again. The spiritual master shook his head and said, "I feel that he is in pain and struggling, but I can't get close to him. I can't continue to comfort him."

"What should we do now?" Li Chuan asked.

"Did you let the Micropod Tribe destroy the capital of Song?" Wen Guying asked.

The wind became more and more chaotic.

Wen Guying sighed, slowly drew out the Tianqi Sword, and said, "I will keep my promise."

The gemstone on the hilt flickered and flowed across the blade. He said, "Li Chuan, it's time to wake up."

Li Chuan was stunned, and then he saw himself. He was looking up, and he was also looking at them.

The sound of the pot echoed with the light of the sword.

"Spiritual Master, wake up." Wen Guying said.

In the red sword light, caves, tunnels, and the entire Song capital were turned into powder and fell like rain.

The firelight illuminated the spiritualist's face, making crackling sounds.

The spiritual master opened his eyes, followed by Wen Guying and Li Chuan. At this time, the flesh and blood in the passage had already climbed up to the first layer of the barrier.

(End of this chapter)