Chapter 870
: Nothing is too much to sacrifice for the sake of Shenzhou [2 more]
Ye Wanlan closed his eyes and his arms trembled slightly.
She kept thinking, if she was still there at that time, what could she do to stop all this from happening.
She didn't know.
She only knew that she was willing to sacrifice her life for Shenzhou.
When Yan Tingfeng left the headquarters of Shenxiao Tower and the left and right protectors had just transferred all the treasures and books and laid tons of gunpowder, the invading troops also arrived at the holy place in the hearts of all martial artists.
“I heard that the martial arts master of Shenxiao Tower is the best in the world, even the King of Yan is slightly inferior to him.” The leading enemy laughed loudly, “It’s a pity that in my opinion, the best in your world is just an ant in our eyes.”
Having said that, Ye Wanlan could see the fear on the enemy's face.
Ever since Yan Tingfeng became the supreme master of the martial arts world at the age of sixteen, he has rarely taken action and there is very little information about him.
Ten years later, it is no longer possible to judge his true strength.
"Why, you're hiding your head and showing your tail, and you don't dare to come out?" The enemy leader sneered, "It seems that the title of Jianghu Overlord is not quite appropriate. If so, this general suggests that you surrender obediently and take out all the treasures. I may consider leaving you an intact body."
Despite such humiliating words, no one responded.
The enemy leader finally sensed something was wrong.
As if he had thought of something, his expression changed, and he suddenly said in a stern voice: "Retreat——"
However, it was too late.
"Boom! Boom!"
Countless explosives exploded in an instant, and roars rang out one after another, raising clouds of smoke and dust.
The right guardian had a hideous look on his face, covered in blood: "If you want Shenxiao Tower, wait for your next life!"
The left protector laughed bitterly: "This way of dying is still a bit painful. I should have tried another one earlier..."
The explosion burned Shenxiao Tower from the inside out.
The enemy's curses, wails, and screams intertwined together, but to the left and right protectors it sounded like beautiful music.
Because they killed ten thousand enemies at the lowest cost.
Their achievements are enough to leave their names in the history.
No.
Even the history of the martial arts world only states that the Lord of Shenxiao Tower has two guardians on the left and right, as well as nine lords guarding the nine branches.
Too many unknown soldiers died on this day, the tragedy of which cannot be described in words.
Among the six major sects, Tai Su Sect had the most survivors, but only eleven or twelve.
"Master, it worked!" The remaining disciples were overjoyed, "Sure enough, only the master can do it!"
The natural barrier was slowly forming, and the enemy also realized this, looking very unwilling.
Because they are only one step away from completely occupying Shenzhou and obtaining all of Shenzhou's vitality.
"Ahem... I haven't completed my last step yet." Every time Rong Shi coughed, a trickle of blood would flow out of his lips. "Within three minutes, the host must be completely frozen in order to save his life."
"We are speeding up, Master." A disciple said, holding back tears, "This body of the building master...if it weren't for the Life Devouring Gu, it would really be shattered in an instant."
Ye Wanlan lowered his head and looked at the young man lying in the ice coffin.
At this moment, his black hair had turned completely white, his lips were bloodless, his eyebrows and eyes were covered with frost, and his skin was covered with countless wounds, so dense that they could not be counted.
But under the effect of the life-eating insect, these wounds are slowly healing.
Rong Shi coughed again, his tone becoming more urgent: "Hurry! There's no time!"
Finally, at the last second, the freezing was completed.
Several disciples collapsed to the ground exhausted, but all breathed a sigh of relief. Success!
This war cost millions of lives, but finally preserved the spark of hope.
Rong Ling, the eldest brother of Taisu Sect, was speechless: "If the Sect Master does this, when the building owner wakes up in the future, will he really not feel resentment towards the Sect Master?"
The person who is alive often bears the greatest pain.
When the Lord of Shenxiao Tower chose to combine the three forces of heaven and earth, yin and yang, and the five elements into one and summoned the natural chasm, he was already prepared for death.
However, these three ultimate powers were too overbearing, and he had to use the Life-Eating Gu to lock the soul in the body in order to withstand the powerful attack.
At that time, Yan Tingfeng didn't know that the Life-Eating Gu was used to protect his body from being torn apart and destroyed by powerful force.
Rong Shi had already made preparations to let him wake up again after a hundred years.
"Yes." Rong Shi was silent for a while, "But, he will also understand. Even if he hates me to the extreme, I will still do this even if it happens countless times."
For China, nothing is unsacrificable.
Rong Ling was silent for a long time, and then she spoke in a hoarse voice: "So, Master, do you think Shenzhou will be able to revive?"
"Ahem..." Rong Shi had already coughed up blood. He picked up a handkerchief and wiped his lips. "That depends on Her Royal Highness the Princess."
When he said this, his eyes were always looking in the direction of Ye Wanlan.
Rong Ling suddenly shouted in surprise: "Master!"
"Rong Shi!" Ye Wanlan looked at Rong Shi in horror as wounds appeared on his body one after another, as if he was being tortured by being cut into pieces.
Blood gushed out, quickly dyeing his white clothes red, which was shocking to the eye.
"My time has come." Rong Shi seemed to be unable to feel the pain in his body. He raised his head and muttered to himself, "I hope everything goes well."
Under the grief-stricken gazes of Rong Ling and the few remaining Tai Su Sect disciples, Rong Shi's body completely disintegrated and turned into pieces.
This is the forbidden method of Tai Su Sect - grafting.
Rong Shi transferred some of the injuries suffered by Yan Tingfeng to his own body.
He was already weak and frail, and the fact that he could hold on until now was already his limit.
Rong Ling knelt down slowly: "Farewell, Master. We will keep your orders in mind."
Rong Ling and the remaining disciples established the Rong family. Every supreme elder of the Rong family was waiting for the awakening of the master of the Shenxiao Tower. They kept this secret, year after year.
Flowers bloom and fall, spring comes and goes.
When the warm wind once again blew across the Chinese mainland, the ice and snow melted,
Three hundred years later, just as Princess Yongning no longer existed, there was no Lord of Shenxiao Tower anymore in the Shenzhou Continent.
This time, his name was Yan Tingfeng.
Listening to the wind and rain at night, the iron horse glares into a dream.
Before he knew it, Ye Wanlan's face was wet with tears.
Countless voices rushed into my ears, making me extremely anxious.
"Why are you crying, Your Highness?"
"Junior sister, are you okay?"
"What's wrong, Alan? What's on your mind? Talk to your aunt."
Everyone was indeed anxious because they had never seen Ye Wanlan like this before.
What did she see that made her cry so much? (End of this chapter)