Red Heart Survey

Things seem to be getting easier.

As long as Qi Xiao is willing to speak up, what's the difficulty in protecting Zhu Biqiong?

The excitement in my heart only ignited for a moment, before it was extinguished by Jiang Wang.

If things were really that easy, Jiang Wuyou wouldn't have said anything in advance.

Just think about it, for a real person like Qi Xiao, the general guarding Jueming Island, how could he go to Tianya Terrace himself to challenge the rules of the sea festival for a disciple whose cultivation level has been abolished in Diaohai Tower?

Don't say that Jiang Wang doesn't have such face. Even Jiang Wuyou was still far behind.

Jiang Wuyou didn't mention this beforehand, the only explanation was that she wasn't sure whether Qi Xiao could come.

There was a discussion before. She originally went to Cassia Island because she wanted to make some arrangements so that the generals who were close to her could represent Cassia Island to participate in the sea festival ceremony. In this way, he can speak for Zhu Biqiong at a critical time.

Qi Xiao, the commander of Xia Corpse Army, was not in their plan at all before.

Jiang Wuyou didn't see Jiang Wang in the crowd, and couldn't contact him privately at this moment. But she sat in the main seat, sitting side by side with the real person, with a calm attitude.

Regardless of the unexpected, things are moving in a good direction after all.

Jiang Wang quickly made an inference in his mind——

For some reason, Qi Xiao decided to go to Tianyatai himself. The reason may be the same as that of Yang Feng in Yanggu. Now probably only people at their level can know.

And Jiang Wuyou seized the opportunity, and by virtue of his status as the lord of the Huaying Palace, he was able to walk with Qi Xiao. This is undoubtedly a successful occasion.

No matter what the people on Tianyatai are thinking.

On the main seat, Master Chongguang looked ahead, and his voice was flat, but it was heard clearly in everyone's ears: "Since the two generals Yang and Qi have arrived, and the moon is rising again, the sea festival ceremony will officially begin! "

A tall and thin old man walked up to the main seat and shouted loudly: "Let's have fun!"

This person was none other than Hai Jingping, the guardian elder that Jiang Wang knew, and one of the four elders who were in charge of the practice of the sea sacrifice ceremony.

Boom, boom, boom!

The heavy war drum was aroused with his sound.

Then came the desolate sound of the horn, echoing in the night sky.

An urgent sound spread throughout the entire Crescent Moon Island.

After nine horns sounded in succession.

On Tianya Terrace, on the entire Crescent Moon Island, countless people opened their lips and sang.

Thousands of tiny singing voices came from all directions, gathered together, and became grand, vast, and shocking.

The voice sang—

"Green is the cloud cover, and the vastness is back.

I would like to hold a long tassel, and now I will fight against the sea.

Why am I afraid of breaking my armor?

Where do I come from when I cherish my body and pity my life?

I have a body of iron and bone, dismantling the roots and beating the drums.

I'm full of blood, and it's a joy to splash in the sky!

The mother lost my clothes, and the son lost my arms.

Where does the soul go? Jade Broken Lingtai! "

This mourning song called "Return of the Soul" is to call for the return of heroic spirits, but it is sung from the perspective of a soldier.

Soldiers bravely fight the raging sea without fear of sacrifice. I want to tear down the iron bones, sprinkle blood, and throw my whole life in the sea.

But does he really have no attachment?

His mother lost her child and wanted to sew clothes for her child, but she didn't know who to give it to.

His child lost his father and wanted his father's embrace, but he could never get it again.

But, but.

But even so. There is no need to ask where "my" soul returns.

"I" died here, fully awake, completely free, as pure and innocent as jade, and died in the sea.

The pain of one family is to avoid the sorrow of thousands of families.

Ordinary sea dwellers hear the head of the family wrestling with the unpredictable sea to make a living. In this mourning song, what the extraordinary monk saw was generations of extraordinary powerhouses who fought and died in the sea.

Back to the human race, facing the sea.

No matter men, women, young or old, no matter what cultivation level, what status. Jiang Wang saw that all the people around him were singing this mourning song. Some looked excited, and some burst into tears.

Among the singing crowd, he couldn't help being infected by a force. He also opened his voice and followed the tune. He had never heard the song before, and had never sung it. But naturally, it merged into it.

There is a huge power that exists in everyone's heart. That is the recognition of the identity of the "human race" and a great expectation for the common destiny of the human race.

At the end of the song, almost tears filled my eyes.

For thousands of years, generation after generation of extraordinary monks have fought and fought in the sea and sea in this way, fighting for the safety and survival of the human race.

Compared with this, those personal grievances, honors and disgraces, those scrambling for power and profit, seem so insignificant!

There was a moment of silence on the Tianyatai, it seemed that all the extraordinary monks present were also briefly touched by some kind of emotion.

And Hai Jingping, the guardian elder of Diaohai Tower, spoke again: "The sea festival ceremony, a grand event for the sea people! Once a year, Jinghai Pingbo!"

He was talking about the tradition of the sea festival ceremony.

Ordinary sea people may not know it, but they only know that on the day of the sea festival, the sea is usually calm. But the extraordinary monks present could more or less know a little bit.

Every year on the day of the sea festival, it is the day when the strong people of the human race try their best to clean up the sea.

In order to welcome the return of the heroic spirits, on this day, in the Lost Realm, within 44 miles of the border of the human race, no sea clan is allowed to appear. No matter what kind of sea clan it is, no matter how strong it is, as long as it is within forty-four miles of the border of the human race on this day, it will be frantically killed regardless of the cost.

This rule is called "Jinghai Pingbo".

Of course, it is impossible for the Sea Clan to agree with any decision of the Human Clan, but with the blood shed year after year, they have also recognized this "tradition".

Although it has never been officially recognized, but every year on the fourth day of April, the Sea Clan is unusually calm.

This day is also a rare day of peace in the lost world that has been fighting for years.

But all extraordinary monks should know that the sea is not always so calm.

Hai Jingping stood in front of the main seat, facing the guests.

Loudly said: "In order to welcome the return of the heroic spirit, we must first clear the Chen couch."

"On the way back from across the sea, a heroic spirit should be sacrificed with the life of a traitor!"

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the important moment was coming, so he could only wait with bated breath.

But listen to Hai Jingping continuing: "This sea sacrifice, there are forty-five people who have committed crimes without forgiveness, and they can be blood sacrifices!"

His eyes became sharper, and he glanced left and right, as if warning those villains with evil hearts, and said in his mouth: "In this peaceful and peaceful day, countless martyrs fought bloody battles to win. These people are not gracious and respectful , Abandoning faith and righteousness, not being a son of man! He should be sentenced to death to comfort the heroic spirit!"

He waved his hand: "Pass the sacrifice!"

Boom! Boom!

The drums sounded again.

In the middle of the Tianya Terrace, a stone slab slowly slid away, revealing a square hole and the long stone steps below the hole.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

A neat, stepping sound.

The tall soldiers in black armor formed a group of two, and the prisoners in shackles walked up the Tianya Terrace step by step from the stone steps.

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(Stop pretending, this mourning song for "Return of the Soul" was not written by hand, I've been thinking about it for a long time. Emmm...

In addition, I believe everyone has also discovered that Ben Zhen paid a huge sum of money to design a new cover. Do you like it? )