The whole city raised sorrow, and the sound of crying and choking went straight to the sky.

Behind Qin Feng and the Emperor's daughter, countless people followed him wiped their tears.

Qin Feng, who was covered in snow-white, slowly walked to the center of the venue and stood on the simple high platform built with a group of strong men.

Millions of alive human soldiers stood quietly in the cold wind, watching their comrades lying in the corpse tower.

A day ago, they were still their own living robes, relatives, brothers, and even fathers, sons and brothers.

One day later, layers of corpse towers, like towers to the sky, have separated their yin and yang forever.

Millions of troops were all white helmets and white armor. They were determined according to the camp and country, as if they were covered in deep snow that could not be seen at first sight on the wasteland.

No one spoke, and even had a solemn expression. Only the strange wind rustled through the city gate, sweeping here through the broken city.

It was clearly noon, but on this wasteland covered with corpse towers, it made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar, feeling the bone-broken coldness.

Qin Feng raised his head, looked at the sun rising up the sky, slowly took out a white silk book, cleared his throat, but still couldn't hide his grief.

"On February 20, 1018, a group of demons jumped over and invaded our Middle Earth. In one night, nearly half of the country was lost."

"Fortunately, a righteous man expressed his gratitude to the common man to make up for the embarrassment of heaven and sacrifice his life to the Middle Earth. Even if he died nine times, he would not regret it."

"The heroic soul touched the Emperor and sent it to Houtu. Although I was the leader of the Mianchi alliance, I was ashamed and ashamed. I thanked me for my sincere grief and wrote this article to pay homage to millions of heroic souls."

Qin Feng raised his hand, and the sacrificial text suddenly danced in the wind. With a "slam", the ink traces were like a dragon, and the righteous spirit was stirring the whole field.

The white silk turns into a long banner dragon, twisting and circling upwards, dancing across the sky.

Immediately stood behind Qin Feng, Qin Ao, wearing a black robe, looked solemn, and the treasure book in his hand emitted black and white light, sweeping up like a dragon.

Immediately, countless names and names were splashed on the white silk like ink on the white silk, and they were densely revealed.

After the beginning of the sacrificial text, the first name of the head is "The Emperor Meng Yizhong of Qin State", with dense names under it,

The names of all the victims are completely different from the noble and humble. Whether they are generals, ministers, princes, or ordinary people, there is no omission, and they are all included.

It should be noted that the long-standing concepts of Zhongtu have been different from the high and the low, so "the punishment cannot be punished, and the courtesy cannot be given to the common people." Qin Feng's cherishment of every life has warmed the hearts of most families of the victims in a silent place.

After all, whether it is a doctor or a general, compared with millions of victims, they are just a few of them.

White silk turns into a dragon, dancing in the sky.

Qin Feng's voice slowly rang out with sadness.

"The heaven is not silenced, and the heaven is jealous of talents, and those who live in the world are left behind."

"Those who come forward will never die, their souls will shine forever and last forever."

"The successor should be diligent, and to calm the evil disasters, and to send good news early!"

"Use this sacrifice only to understand the way of heaven and guide the heroic souls!"

The white dragon flies, and when he hears Qin Feng's words, he understands them like this, he eventually ascends to heaven and leaves.

Qin Feng raised his left hand and hung it in front of his chest, saying in a stern voice.

"Silent tribute!"

For a moment, the heaven and earth were slaughtering, as if even the birds that occasionally passed by the sky were infected by this sad atmosphere and were silent.

Immediately, Qin Feng raised his palm and turned into rolling thunder. In everyone's shocked eyes, countless thunders bombarded down neatly, igniting each corpse tower.

The thunder fire lit the corpse tower in an instant and turned into a wasteland. Countless huge torches burning, rolling black smoke rose into the sky, as if countless black dragons were connected to the sky and the dragon returned to the sky.

Almost all living people present had their robes, relatives and friends, and were killed in the invasion of the demon clan. At this moment, sorrow came from it, and the howling sounds suddenly filled the wild.

Suddenly, Huangfu Qi and Zhang Zemu led the scholars of Jixia Academy to recite in unison.

"Fuck Wu Gexi and was fucked by rhinoceros armor, and the car was in a turmoil and was short-lived."

"The flags cover the sun and the enemy is like clouds, and the arrows fall and the soldiers compete for the first place."

The sound is sad and cold, like the Yishui is the bone-chilling cold. What we recite is the Confucian taboo war poem "National Sorrow" that Qin Feng reversed life and death during the Battle of Luocheng.

The difference is that they just recited the words and did not inject their mind power. They just expressed their grief for the deceased classmates with this poem that mourned the heroic souls of the battlefield.

At the same time, the sound of chanting scriptures slowly rang out on the other side of the wasteland.

The sound is dull and obscure, far less cool than the chanting of Confucian scholars, but the mourning of death is increasing.

I saw nearly 10,000 ghost disciples sitting cross-legged, reciting the "Samsamsaka Sutra" in the ghost realm, which is used to resolve the anger of the dead souls and the "Sake of Ghost Realm" in the ghost realm.

The scriptures are connected with Confucian poetry and prose, and the rhythm and sounds are intertwined with the raging flames and thick black smoke.

No one mentioned the Confucianism "the body and hair and skin are not easily damaged" and no one mentioned the ghost path "the corpse is buried in order to wait for reincarnation."

Because Qin Feng's sense of ritual is too strong, the sacrifice text is used as a guide, the sky thunder is used as fire, and the soul returns to the heavenly way, isn't it more sacred than being buried in the soil?

The state funeral and sacrificial rituals are two full hours from noon to Shen, and they are not over until sunset.

The relatives and friends of the victims put some of the ashes in pots and packed some of the relics of that year as a souvenir.

As for the number of demon corpses left on the battlefield that were much more than the human soldiers, Qin Feng also opened a piece of them, allowing the surrendered demons to claim the burial, and unclaimed the cremate.

They neither expose their corpses in the wilderness nor use the remains of human soldiers as food like the demon clan.

In fact, the corpses of the demon clan, especially many demon saints and demon gods, are not only good materials for refining weapons, but also some flesh and blood can be used as nourishing saints comparable to treasures of heaven and earth.

However, Qin Feng accepted Confucius's idea of ​​"benevolence and righteousness" when he was on the road to the supreme saint. After no one was willing to die in battle, his body was used as a nourishing saint and refining material.

Moreover, these powerful demon clans are actually just for their own country and for their own clans. Even the losers are worthy of respect.

Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you.

This is also the reason why Qin Feng gave these invaders a decent funeral and also dealt with several corpse robbers by military law.

After the Shen period, dusk was approaching, and the people of Luocheng all rushed to the Daze Holy Academy outside the city.

There, red clothes are everywhere, and every household has the words "Happy" posted on them.

The children holding red silk flowers ran all over the street, asking for the adults in charge of the arrangement to eat the happy fruits.

Adults are not stingy, often grabbing one by one, but they also need a few auspicious words such as "I wish Qin Sheng a happy wedding" and "I have lived together forever" to make these little troublemakers return with a full load.

It was almost like entering another world, as if the cruel war had already ended, and the whole city was immersed in another atmosphere that was completely different from before.

I could only hear someone shouting excitedly under the Holy Road Monument outside the Holy Courtyard of Daze in the distance: "The chief time has arrived, welcome the Qin Saint!"
Chapter completed!