Nightfall

Snow Night's house said Mozong, listen to the wind

Saying Mozong, Daomozong, in short, are just those evil and **** past events, killing evil and sneaking. For example, one Elder Mozong with a surname of wind has a special interest in human skin, while another Elder Mozun with a surname of Yun has done things that can even make that Elder Feng with nausea and vomiting.

Ning Que silently listened to the young girl's story without vomiting because he had seen the more terrible picture of **** in his life.

Reminiscent of Mr. Lu Lao's attitude towards the remains of Mozong at the entrance of Beishan Road, he has a deeper understanding of the attitude of famous practitioners to Mozong, but his attitude has not changed.

Of course, he will not try to persuade Mo Shanshan or other people who adhere to the doctrine of Haotian, because belief in this and things, sometimes there is no reason to speak, he can only try to resolve her police from other aspects ashamed.

"In the past few years, there have been no talents from Mozong talents, and it has even disappeared. Why should we be so vigilant?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said, "Silent silence does not mean non-existence. Even the Mozong hidden in the dark is even more terrible, especially now that the barren tribe is moving south, and the temple must of course be alert to the resurgence of Mozong's remaining evil."

Ning Que looked back at the lonely tent in the snow, thinking about the mother and child of the barren in the tent, shaking his head and saying, "Although the Demon Sect was born in the barren tribe, you can't put all the barren in. Become a demons, and more than a thousand years have passed, maybe the deserted people have long forgotten what happened. "

"In the barren tribe, Mozong is called Mingzong."

Mo Shanshan said seriously: "The Tang Dynasty defeated the barren tribe, and the barren were forced to move north to the cold region. Many strong men in the Mingzong remained in the south and scattered into the grasslands and the Central Plains countries. They were still in the dark in the dark. Stopping the attack on the temple is the origin of the Demon Sect.

Hearing the word Mingzong, Ning Que naturally remembered the great priest of the light who created Mozong as a result of preaching in the wasteland, and the scroll of the Ming Dynasty written on the wasteland.

Mo Shanshan continued with a blank expression and said, "The strong man of the Demon Sect, after a while, will go to the extreme northern cold region to go to the barren tribe to select descendants. The relationship between the barren and Mozong is extremely close. It ca n’t be torn apart. Now that the barrens have moved south, how can the temple not be vigilant? "

Ning Que is puzzled and asks: "Why does Mozong do this? If we want to show our power in the world, shouldn't we recruit students discreetly? Why do we still have to work hard to collect waste people as disciples?"

"Of course, the Demon Sect will also show the gate in the south, but their spiritual gates force the world and the world into their bodies. Such evil rebellion is naturally not allowed to be practiced by ordinary humans. It is very easy for the earth and the earth to explode. The physique is special, strong as a golden stone, and it is suitable for practicing the Demon Sect. Therefore, the Devil Sect will choose to choose disciples from the barren tribe, and the true strongman of the Mozong must also come from the barren tribe: "

Ning Que was silent for a moment and thought that perhaps it is not that the traitor's special physique is suitable for practicing the Demon Sect, but that the bright priest who created the Deity in the past was precisely because of the special physique of the desolate.

He looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "You should know the bright priest who founded Mozong:"

Mo Shanshan nodded.

Ning Que said: "If you don't care about the disrespect of Mozong's practice gate to Haotian, don't you think this matter is very interesting? Mozong is completely a branch of Haotian Daomen."

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly in his eyes and said, "Although the Demon Sect has a bright name, he respects the evil devil and evil Dao like Haotian, so how can he be compared with Haotian Daomen?"

Thinking of the legends I heard when I was a child, Ning Que stunned slightly and asked, "Isn't it a legend?"

Mo Shanshan looked back to the distant wilderness and said softly, "Everyone has heard of this legend when he was a child, but no one knows where the underworld is, whether there is a monarch, and no one will believe in it, even if it is Mozong's attitude. It ’s also very weird. They believe in the King of the King, but on the other hand, the people in the Demon Sect are extremely afraid of the King of the King, because in their teachings, the King of the King means that darkness is coming. They ... do n’t like dark workers ... "

Ning Que listened to her story, thinking about the demons who worshiped the King in the dark cave but wanted to never meet with the King. They could n’t help laughing and said, “It ’s a group of spear boats Weird people. "

The sky is full of stars occupying the night dome. The starlight falls on the white snow covered by the field. , Where is the settlement of the barren tribe, quiet and beautiful like the snow town in fairy tales.

Ning Que looked at it quietly, it was difficult to connect the barren tribe with those dark legends, long past, **** history.

At this time, a large black cloud over the sky was taken from the south, occupying all the sky above the head. The starry sky was covered behind it, and there was no trace of it.

On the dark snowfield, near the mountain, there are several lonely tents. In these tents, there lived the barren who performed the winter ceremony like the mother and son.

Among the snow outside one of the tents, there are several protruding rocks. Suddenly the rock moved. It turned out to be three people wearing black clothes. The material of this black shirt was extremely original and extremely hard. The hood behind them covered their heads and faces, so when they appeared silently on the snow, it was like It's exactly the same as rock.

These three men in black like rocks are the deacons or masters of the ruling division of the temple. They are the messengers in the hearts of the evil deeds and apostates of the world.

While the Central Plains countries were still planning an attack next spring, the temple ruled that the Division had already dispatched a large number of powerful and terrifying deacons and quietly sneaked into the depths of the wasteland.

The attitude of the shrine to the barren is very simple, exactly the same as Ning Que's attitude to the enemy ... The dead barbarian is the good barbarian, and all the barrens should die, but these deacon deacons have important tasks, There is no strength to challenge and do not want to provoke the barren tribe with countless powerful warriors.

However, when I met these deserted people tonight, they could hardly suppress their aversion to darkness, as if they smelled the most smelly smell in the world, as if the bobcat walking in the night saw the mouse drilling the hole, even if the expressionless silence was like Yan, the most excited trembling in my heart makes me difficult to myself.

Because of the education they have received since childhood, the environment in which they have lived for decades has caused them to have some near-instinctive mental reactions, and chasing down the heresy is the biggest source of pleasure in their lives.

So when these three black rock-like ruling deacons walked into the lonely tent, they did not consider what would happen if they angered the barren tribe and whether they would harm the mission of the temple. They were just Want to kill the source of the smelly smell, kill these big rats cruelly, and think of self-consolation ... The number of deserted people is very small, as long as you can kill one more, it will also make a great contribution to the bright cause.

Several slight voices sounded, and the unexpected attack made them subdued the barbarian warrior while restraining his wife and son.

A deacon slowly took off his black hat and looked at the deserted soldier with a blank expression. He slowly reached out and put it on the head of the man. He said religiously: "In the name of Haotian, a ruling will be imposed."

A touch of light but extremely pure, without any variegated dead, line, lit from under the palm of the deacon deacon, this and the light seemed to penetrate the real thing, shining the knuckles in his palm clearly, and at the same time The dark face of the barbarian man and the anger in the barbarian man's eyes were unwilling.

The wife and children of the barren man were dead on the ground next to him, and **** tears were streaming in his eyes.

In the next moment, many men died painfully under Haotian Shenhui.

The three temples adjudicated the deacon, slowly raising the hat behind him to cover his face, and walked out of the tent in silence.

The black clouds cover the stars on the wasteland, and there is wind and snow blowing, blowing their heavy black deacon robe, crackling.

In the shadow of the black hat, a strange red appeared on the pale faces of the three deacons. It took a long time for them to calm down their heavy breaths excited by excitement, and then walked away:

After a long time in history, the deacons of the Temple of Haotian Dao finally saw their destiny enemies once again, and attacked the other party for a thousand years.

What happened today in this snowy night was originally eligible to be recorded in the Haotian Canon or the history books of the Central Plains countries, but because of what happened later, it was unfortunately buried by the snow and no one knew it.

Ning Que and Mo Shanshan woke up at almost the same time.

They slept in the corner of the tent, and it was a little wet, but the reason for waking them was not wet and sleepless, but because they noticed that someone was approaching the tent, and the picker was very powerful.

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said, "I feel the breath of Haotian Shenhui, who should be the man of the temple ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning Que glanced at the still-sleeping mother and child, frowned and said," We should How to do? "

Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes, puzzled, and asked, "What should I do?"

Ning Que opened his hand and said, "If you fight, who will you help?"

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly. She had never thought about this and the question. As a Haotian believer, she should of course stand on the side of the temple. Does this still need to be considered?

Ning Que smiled and reminded: "Don't forget that we are now eating and living with the barren, if the people who come are those ice sculpture deacon monsters of the Temple Ruling Division, we will definitely think we are traitors.

Mo Shanshan said calmly: "It can be explained that we are trying to detect the enemy."

Ning Que said with a smile: "I don't believe they will believe this explanation."

The tent was raised, and the cold wind blew the snowflakes straight into it. Three black figures like rocks, shining under the small fire in the tent, seemed silent and powerful.