Thousand Years Dream String Song

Izumo Mountain is the only main road from Yihua to the border town. On both sides are towering cliffs, and it is very easy to encounter ambushes.

Si Mo ordered to be vigilant early in the morning and quickly passed through Izumo Mountain.

Less than one-tenth of the army entered the valley, and suddenly a rock rolled down from above their heads. Many people had no time to react, and were killed and injured. The scene was horrible.

"Hurry up and hide under the stone wall!" Si Mo reminded loudly, and everyone moved closer to the bottom of the stone wall, but even so, the number of casualties continued to increase.

"General, how are you?" The lieutenant ran over at the risk of being crushed to death by falling rocks.

Simo shook his head, and said, "I'm fine. Take everyone out of the Taniguchi, and you won't be able to cross the Cloud Mountain today."

"Yes!"

Taniguchi is just a few steps away, and retreating at this time can still preserve strength. If it is not impossible to rush forward, but the loss is bound to be heavy, Si Molue decided to withdraw after thinking about it.

Behind them, strangely dressed enemy troops rushed out, fighting with the retreating troops.

The number of enemy troops was small, and their costumes were not the same as those of the late His Royal Highness Zejie, but they were exactly the same. It seemed that the people from Zejie had arrived.

"Kill!" Si Mo yelled loudly, and all the soldiers immediately rushed straight with their swords.

In this battle, although Zejie is dominant, it is not as powerful as Yihua, and it will be a matter of time before they win.

The night in late autumn was as cold as ice. After the big battle during the day, the physical exertion of the army reached a relative saturation point. After setting up the camp, a few night watchmen were assigned and crowded into the small tent.

Si Mo had already ordered the burial of the soldiers who had been stoned to death, and the seriously wounded were only reassured after seeing them in person, but they could not sleep peacefully when they returned to the camp at night.

Wars are cruel, and sacrifices are inevitable. Maybe one day, he will never see Ling Ran, Si Qing, or... Li Yue again.

After tossing and turning, I had no choice but to get up, and walked out of the camp to the lake alone.

The sky was pitch black, and only a small path could be vaguely seen. Unknown insects were cooing, and the cold wind was rustling, which was a bit weird.

Suddenly, a huge shadow rushed towards him, and Si Mo instinctively made a move to counter the giant.

Si Mo took a step back, and the fluorescent light in his palm lit up, revealing the body of the giant, which turned out to be a mutated ghost!

what happened?Isn't the underworld already destroyed?How can there be?

No time to think about it, Si Mo turned his hands into knives and slashed at the underworld spirit.

Suddenly there was a scream from the direction of the camp, and then it developed into a battle of the whole army against the sudden ghost!

Simo was even more surprised. This ghost was actually trying to hold him back, while the other ghosts went to attack the barracks. When did the Zejie get such terrible help!

Simo tried his best to get rid of the ghost's entanglement, but the ghost seemed to have noticed Simo's intention and began to deal with him with all his strength.

Facing the underworld who became more and more courageous as he fought, Simo could only deal with it with all his strength, because he found that the ability of this underworld was rapidly increasing, and when it was strong, it became stronger.

"What a strong spiritual energy fluctuation!" On the hillside not far away, the woman in red couldn't hide her shock, but once she touched the ice and snow-like Changsheng Hall Master next to her, she immediately became cautious, and said cautiously: "Hall Master, this person is probably not mortal."

"En." Su Han replied neither salty nor bland.

Ming Ling's strength increase was extremely terrifying, but when he turned around to avoid it, Si Mo was knocked down by Ming Ling, and when he tried to stand up again, Ming Ling's huge feet had already fallen to his chest and abdomen, and there was no way to avoid it!

At this moment, the green light suddenly lit up the darkness, and the huge Underworld was instantly penetrated by the green light and turned into tiny pieces.

Simo originally thought he would die, but he didn't expect the jade flute hanging from his waist to fly out automatically, saving his life.

It's Ritsu's flute...

The jade flute shone brightly, illuminating a small piece of heaven and earth, and countless tiny fragments flew from the direction of the camp. Those were all broken ghosts.

"That flute?" Su Han widened his eyes in surprise, as if he couldn't believe it: "I've seen that flute!"

Before Li Ji could ask anything, Su Han had already passed away like a shower of meteors and arrows, blocking Simo's way.

"You..." Si Mo felt strange, took a step back, and said, "Who are you?"

Su Han didn't respond, just looked directly at Si Mo and said, "Who is the owner of this flute?"

"My junior brother..." Simo heard himself respond to the other party without emotion.

Su Han frowned, "Your junior brother?"

Si Mo felt that his mouth was not his own, so he responded coldly: "The master of Baifengchi, Feng Liyue, is my junior."

Su Han laughed, turned his eyes away, and said solemnly: "Feng Liyue, what a great background, the master of Baifengchi, the personal disciple of that old and immortal venerable Liu Guangyunhai!"

Si Mo covered his mouth and found that he could control his voice, so he let go and asked tremblingly, "Are you the Master of the Palace of Longevity?"

Su Han smiled and said, "It's a good thing you're not too stupid."

Si Mo took a deep breath and said, "Controlling people's hearts, apart from the emperors, empresses, and the three main hall masters, there will be no sixth person who can do it. The master Tan Xi cultivates his body and mind, and doesn't care about worldly affairs. The only thing left is coldness." The master of the Palace of Longevity, who is like snow, goes back to the cold!"

Su Han stared at Simo, as if he saw others through him, his eyes gradually turned cold, and said quietly: "That Venerable Liu Guang is cold and arrogant by nature, and he thinks very highly of himself. If he wins a song, he can overturn the world, He created the world, but he threatened that he would not accept apprentices for the rest of his life, because no one is worthy of being his apprentice!"

"What do you mean?" Si Mo stepped back vigilantly, listening to Su Han's rambling words, an unknown sense of fear spread in his heart.

Su Han smiled, and raised his hand to get the jade flute. The jade flute emitted a strong light, which burned Su Han's palm.

Su Han seemed dazed, staring at the burned palm, and suddenly laughed.

"Sure enough, if you don't pass it on personally, you don't recognize the master? That's right, that old man said that what he painstakingly created will only be passed on to his disciples."

Si Mo listened in a trance, but at this moment he understood a little bit, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the Master of the Palace of Longevity once wanted to worship under my master, but was rejected."

Su Han also laughed, and his tone sounded a little weird: "Yes, Venerable Liu Guang rejected me, and I tried my best to get half of his music score, and I swore that I must become his personal heirloom." Disciple, become the master of this flute, but the flute already has a master."

He stopped, looked at the gloomy night, and said: "I was still hesitating before, whether the Lord of Baifengchi is worthy of letting this deity do it himself, and now it seems that he is qualified."

"What do you want to do?" Su Han's series of horrific remarks made Si Mo's hair stand on end, he didn't know what kind of absurd things this Master of the Palace of Longevity would do.

Su Han said casually, "I just want to see how unique the person who can be chosen by Venerable Baifengchi and Venerable Liuguang at the same time is." He turned around, stared at Simo, and smiled more and more strangely: "I never You saw him in your memory, aren't you his brother? With you, the deity can see him."

Taking the soul is just a matter of raising your hand, forcibly taking away the soul and putting it into the airtight enchantment layer.

"The majestic Lord of the Palace of Longevity actually used such a trick! Si Mo has really learned a lot!"

Su Han didn't take it seriously, instead he sneered: "Do you think your junior brother has clean hands? He's not much better than me."

"Suhan! If you want to use me against my junior brother, I advise you to give up, he won't make any sacrifices for me!"

"To deal with him?" Su Han stopped laughing, and thought about it very seriously, "Oh, you reminded me that my junior brother and I really have a few accounts to settle. Si Mo, you Just wait and see!"

Suhan closed the barrier layer, turned around, glanced at Li Ji who had just arrived, and said coldly: "Let's go."

Li Ji didn't dare to ask more questions, but followed closely.

Simo's soul has been taken away, leaving only a body, and the soldiers who found him wept loudly when they found the body.

"His Royal Highness, King Mo, has passed away!"