The staggering figure jumped over the sharp rocks, and then the fragile body was suddenly tripped to the ground.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
Finally he moved, stretched out his scarred hands, gripped the ground tightly, and dragged his body forward.
"If our clan is not prosperous, we will not be willing to die."
Flesh rubbed against the ground, and bright red blood soaked the earth.
"If our clan is not prosperous, we will die."
The desolate voice fell, and the figure finally did not climb up this lonely mountain, but lay down on the cold stone.
Drops of blood dripped from the dead bones, soaked into the earth, and flowed in the gaps between the stones.
The ancient ancestors with disheveled hair, the desolate road of blood and bones, and the creeping cold earth appear to be a light brown color.
"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will split, and all my bones will be buried.
My clan will not prosper, and I will not accept death."
I don't know how much time has passed, but a desolate call rang out again from the vast expanse at the end.
The blood-stained body, with dripping wounds on the exposed body, staggered, and two firm eyes were revealed in the face covered by messy hair.
"The sky will collapse and the earth will crack.
What will our people do?"
"Born together on the earth, we are all the spirits of heaven and earth, how can our clan be so small and weak?"
"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will split, and all my bones will be buried.
My clan will not prosper, and I will not accept death."
The blood-stained desolate road, where thousands of bones were buried, stood in the desolate mountains.
I don’t know how long it had passed.
Qingyang Huan’s feet stretched into the distance.
New blood bones covered the decayed white bones.
The bright red blood was shocking. .
Eight hundred and sixty-one thousand three hundred and sixty-five two thousand three hundred and thirty-five four thousand two hundred and fifty-five five thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine eight thousand six hundred and sixty-three Time seemed to melt in this space.
From the first figure he saw to the warrior who had just fallen thousands of feet in front of him and shed blood, he was the 8663rd person.
This number does not include the dead bones that initially covered the ground.
From the moment they appeared, every figure whispered an ancient call in their mouths until they reached the end of their lives.
"What's ahead?"
Looking forward, he could not see clearly through the fog.
However, the purpose of these ancient ancestors was at the end of the thick fog.
Qingyanghuan frowned.
The scene in front of him made his heart tremble.
It came from the deepest blood in his body.
Roaring constantly.
What on earth were the ancient ancestors who shouted the ancient call after?
They were so brave that they were not afraid of death and kept marching forward.
Even if they were all buried on the road and there was no hope for the future, they still did not stop.
"Our clan is unhappy and unwilling to die."
Sure enough, after the 8663 ancient ancestors fell, as time passed, a desolate call sounded again in the foggy land behind, and a The warrior, who was covered in tatters and had traveled an unknown distance, showed signs of ruin.
"Follow him and see where the path of the ancient ancestors leads."
Watching this figure climb over this ancient mountain, walking on the blood-stained bones of his compatriots, looking at the dry bones on the ground and the still-dry blood, the warrior chanted all the way and moved forward.
Before that, Qingyang Huan also tried to move forward.
However, after walking thousands of feet, he was restrained by an invisible force.
He had a clear understanding in his heart that if he wanted to move forward, he must follow the footsteps of his ancestors.
However, the result was heart-breaking.
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So many ancestors of the human race fell before his eyes.
Looking at the ancient ancestors moving forward this time, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
One thousand five hundred feet away from the barren mountain, there was a soft sound, but after all, he still didn't walk over, and the figure fell on the pile of blood and bones.
Time passed, and the same voice sounded again from the fog, and the staggering figure once again followed the ancient road of blood and bones from a distance. two thousand feet Finally following in the footsteps of the ancestors, Qingyang Huan finally broke through the fog and stepped out of the previously barren mountains.
The fields were filled with dead bones, some of which had even been blown into hollows and corrupted by the wild wind.
Plop The staggering figure fell to the ground, but after a struggle he stood up again.
He grabbed the remaining leg bone of an ancestor and leaned on the ground to move forward.
The road ahead was surrounded by white mist, but the scattered bones underfoot pointed the way, and the pace was very slow.
Hula hula hula As the figure climbed over more than a dozen mountains again, he passed through the wasteland and rocks, and suddenly Qingyang Huan heard a sound coming from the mist around him.
This was the only other sound he heard besides the calls of the ancient ancestors and the biting desolate wind.
"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will split, and all my bones will be buried.
My clan will not prosper, and I will not accept death."
However, along with the sound of hula, the same shouts rang out from all directions.
Qingyanghuan looked into the thick fog with all his eyes, and finally saw vague and staggering figures in the fog.
They were coming from another direction.
Behind every figure is a path of blood-stained bones, and all the paths of bones point in the same direction. the more The further we walked forward, the more and more figures appeared in the mist, from more than a dozen people to hundreds to hundreds to thousands.
Behind each figure was the same road of bones, broken bones, The dried bones are shocking.
Seeing this place, Qingyang Huan felt a chill rise in his heart.
Even if he only followed one of the blood-stained roads, there were more than hundreds or even thousands of warriors gathered here.
So how many people were on the blood-stained road behind each of them?
Fall down. unimaginable boom However, there was no room for his chilling voice.
A shocking roar rang out from the thick mist.
The sound was like the thunder of nine heavens exploding, stirring up the clouds in the sky.
These ancient ancestors who had just gathered in one place were struck by the violent sky.
The wind stirred directly, and even the blood and bones were torn apart.
"My clan is not prosperous, and I am unwilling to die.
I will sacrifice my blood and bones in exchange for the longevity of my clan."
"Bury all my bones and open up the way for my clan to cultivate martial arts, woohoo" "The world is unfair, why should my blood and bones be used as food in exchange for the fact that our blood and bones are weak and our martial arts has stopped?"
Their bodies were torn apart by the sky wind, but these ancient ancestors showed no fear in their eyes.
They shouted to the sky one by one, roaring to the heaven and earth, and their figures were swept up into the sky by the sweeping sky wind.
Looking from a distance, the white mist filling the sky seems to have turned into a huge tornado hurricane, and everyone's hearts are converging towards the center of the cyclone.
"This is" At this moment, Qingyang Huan's eyes widened.
He saw the storm and tornado extending directly to the top of the sky and the earth, and above the top of the sky was a huge mouth that swallowed mountains and rivers.
It was the opening of this big mouth that caused the tornadoes in the sky to devour all the ancestors of the human race.
Countless ancient ancestors walked on the endless road of blood and bones and reached the end, only to be devoured This kind of wasting his life in vain was the result of going through many hardships, which Qingyang Huan couldn't even imagine, and it was even more unbelievable.
However, the result appeared vividly in front of his eyes.
Click, click, click, click The terrifying sound of bones shattering came from the desolate wind.
The huge mouth swallowed the sky and the earth, and the figures of ancient ancestors were swallowed up by it.
His eyes pierced through the fog, trying to see clearly who the figure with its bloody mouth was, but he could only vaguely see a blurry image like a sacred mountain.
Buzz In this way, Qingyang Huan's figure stood under this desolation.
The ancient ancestors who had gathered were swallowed up.
The violent tornado melted, the bloody mouth of the sky closed, and the thick mist once again obscured the world. .
At this time, the world was desolate, and the desolate wind was whining, making it difficult to control oneself.
Not long after, the familiar voice sounded again, and in the fog in all directions, the figures of the ancient ancestors walked out of the dense fog.
Why The blood coming from the depths of his bloodline was roaring, and Qingyang Huan felt his whole body trembling.
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The scene in front of him made him forget the years, where he was, and whether it was real or illusory.
There was only boundless anger and unwillingness.
The same scene reappeared.
When the number of ancient ancestors in front of them gathered again to a thousand, the big mouth on the sky opened again and swallowed everything.
To eat with one's body and to have it delivered to one's doorstep is beyond the understanding and cognition of thinking.
After roaring angrily and refusing to give in, he was left numb.
What is all this for?
On the road of bones lying with corpses, no matter how many ancestors of the human race fell, only one person could reluctantly come to this place.
However, the final result was not that all the hardships were rewarded, but that he was buried in the belly of evil.
He wants to wait, he wants to see, to see what the end of everything is for.
Wave after wave of ancient ancestors appeared from the fog in all directions, and then their blood and bones were devoured by the large mouth in the sky.
All of this seemed to have no end.
I don't know how much time passed, but the mist in the sky parted on the desolate land, and an illusory figure whose appearance was unclear appeared.
Illusive shadows appeared, and the surrounding world suddenly became silent.
"My people are the ones who eat, can you be satisfied?"
The illusory figure looked up to the sky and roared, as if it contained the roars and roars of countless human beings.
"not enough" The majesty of heaven and the fierce sound like thunder fell from the top of the Nine Heavens, which was covered by thick fog.
The illusory shadow trembled.
At this moment, Qingyang Huan actually saw countless faces revealed on the phantom.
Men, women, old and young, all showing indescribable expressions of tenderness, vicissitudes, fragility, fear, perseverance, and unwillingness.
The figure seemed to gather all the people, but in the end all these shadows turned into silence, the thick fog parted, and the illusory shadow stepped forward and walked into the fog.
"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will split, and all my bones will be buried.
My clan will not prosper, and I will not accept death."
The ancient vicissitudes of life sounded again, and the blood-stained ancient ancestors came again.
Repeated scenes come on a bloody road and turn into blood food "My people are the ones who eat, can we be satisfied?"
"not enough" "My people are the ones who eat, can we be satisfied?"
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