What The black shadow in front of him suddenly stopped and made a sound, which made Qingyang Huan subconsciously startled. \ Gravekeeper fire bearer What kind of tomb guard?
Whose tomb is he guarding?
What kind of fire bearer, and whose way is he preaching?
However, the next moment, he felt a scorching heat coming from his body, and a black totem seemed to be burning on his body. , Mark of Heavenly Soldiers It was the ancient and strange mark that was imprinted on him when he walked out of the ancient burial ground.
Tomb of Heavenly Soldiers The person in front of me is guarding the tomb of the Heavenly Soldiers call Taking a long breath, Qingyang Huan suppressed the ripples in his heart.
That ancient burial ground had buried countless lives, and it had existed for countless years, but there were still gravekeepers.
"Senior, you are old" Suddenly, he spoke out.
After thinking for a moment, he might as well call him senior.
After all, the figure in front of him seemed to have tall cheekbones, but he could not feel the vitality and vitality.
He had no idea that it was an old monster from many years ago.
He was even not sure whether the figure standing in front of him was dead or alive.
"Firebearers, are you ready to preach to the world?"
However, the hoarse and sharp voice of the figure in front of him sounded again, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied with Qingyang Huan.
How to preach as a fire bearer Thinking of the ancient battle map that was manifested in that illusory time and space, the human bloodline emerged from the Dark Blood Age, from being weak and weak at the beginning, to later creating a humane civilization that belongs to the peak of the human race.
It is precisely because of the immortality of generations. inheritance.
What is inherited is the immortal war blood of the human race He understood all this, but still could not truly understand the preaching spoken by the figure in front of him.
Where to preach Nowadays, in all the heavens and mountains, in the vast wilderness of mountains and seas, the area occupied by the human race is not very large, and even over these long years, it has been continuously encroached by hostile races.
"All the human races in the four directions inherit the war blood of the human race.
Even though Qingyang is the firebrand among everyone, he doesn't know where to go to preach."
After a moment, Qingyang Huan's eyes lit up, and then he suppressed the doubts in his heart and said honestly, after all, here, even if he has small thoughts in his heart, the slightest fluctuation of his mental will cannot escape the prying eyes of the powerful in the dark. .
Although he himself was not sure whether anyone in the stone tower was spying on him at this moment.
"well."
However, as he finished speaking, the black-armored warrior nodded slightly and let out a long sigh, which seemed to come from a long time ago.
There was a kind of helplessness and sadness in this voice.
"Come with me" The black-armored warrior in front of him stepped forward again.
This makes Qingyang Huan a little confused.
Could it be that warriors who have lived for a long time have some elusive quirks?
Then he nodded subconsciously, feeling that he was right.
It's no wonder that anyone who stays in such a dark stone passage for a long time will be stunned.
"I've spent countless years in the Fire Tower, but I haven't reached the point where I'm crazy yet."
Hearing this, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but sneer on his face, he really is a mature man, it's not fake at all.
"I am not shrewd at all.
If shrewdness had left this ghost place a long time ago, why would he have to watch generations of fire inheritors embark on a dead end."
"Well" At this moment, Qingyang Huan showed a hint of embarrassment, thinking of being caught again and again, and he immediately asked: "Senior, how many generations of fire fighters have you experienced?"
"How many generations" A hoarse voice sounded, and the black-armored warrior stopped, turned his head and looked at Qingyang Huan again, with a pair of dark eyes showing no signs of mental fluctuations.
"I can't remember, and there's no need to remember.
They're all dead anyway.
Do you still remember what they did?"
What Feeling the surprise on Qing Yanghuan's face, the black-armored warrior opened his mouth, and his white teeth looked a little cold in the dim light.
"Relax, any warrior in the world will die.
Even the emperors will have their twilight years.
They will die anyway.
Why worry about how you die?
I will burn some paper money and blood incense for you when the time comes."
Coupled with the old man's gloomy look, Qingyang Huan felt as if the warrior in front of him was cursing him.
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If he hadn't been unfamiliar with the place and didn't know the depth of the old guy in front of him, he would definitely beat him up.
"Don't bother thinking about it.
You have already embarked on this path since you carried the flames of war in the king's realm.
You have already enjoyed the luck blessings you have received, and even all the blessings you have received because of the luck and war flames.
When you arrive, you will have to pay something.”
The arrival of luck has a blessing and influence on one's own perception and destiny.
For Qingyang Huan, these changes feel more and more profound and unpredictable, and as his strength improves, this feeling becomes deeper.
"There's no point in vomiting it out after eating it, don't you think so?"
"Now let you take off the flames of war in the royal domain, are you willing?"
Suddenly, Qingyang Huan shook his head.
Luck came to him.
Take the star core that was used to brand it not long ago.
It was precisely because of his blessing of luck and the general support from the four human kingdoms that it was stable.
He lost himself, and finally let the star core release all the power, and then imprinted his own will.
Although this kind of benefit is invisible and intangible, it actually exists and will play a key role at critical moments.
This is also why there are so many young warriors competing for destiny and war.
Otherwise, they are also embarking on the road to become kings of the human race.
We can all do it together, so there is no need to fight to the death for the war of kings.
"So now that you have set foot on this road, just keep going forward.
If you die, you will not die for tens of millions of years."
After the words fell, the black-armored warrior took him forward again.
He walked like this for a day and a night.
He had some doubts about whether this stone tower was connected to another time and space.
Buzz Finally, at the end of the dim stone path, a bright light appeared.
The aperture was about one foot in diameter, as if the most gorgeous divine glow in the world was flowing.
"Go, those little guys have already arrived, you are the only one missing."
Walking to the light door, the black-armored warrior turned his head and spoke to Qingyang Huan behind him.
"Thank you, senior, for leading the way."
Then Qingyang Huan bowed, said aloud, and stepped into the light door.
"etc" At this moment, the hoarse voice sounded again.
What.
Qingyang Huan was startled and realized that there was something in his hand.
The black-armored warrior in front of him disappeared like black mist, and a voice echoed in his ears.
"Don't embarrass your ancestors."
However, before he could react, he felt himself being pushed by an invisible force, and his whole body crashed into the light door.
Entering the light gate, Qingyang Huan felt a roar of heavenly sounds coming from his ears, as if the entire space and time he was in was shaking, and the auspicious clouds were like a waterfall, drowning him in it.
"This is" Divine lightning burst out from his eyes, piercing the rosy clouds in the sky.
Qingyang Huan's whole body was filled with purple-gold divine light, and he walked towards the distance, crossing the void like a dragon.
He found himself entering an inexplicable space and time.
There seemed to be ancient chants ringing in his ears.
Although these sounds sounded obscure and incomprehensible, he could feel that they were the sacrificial sounds of the human race in ancient times.
And the further he went forward, the more obscure the sacrificial sounds became. clear.
At the end of his gaze, there was a huge waterfall made of purple-gold divine clouds and auspicious energy, hanging down from the top of the Nine Heavens.
Every ray of glow was taller than the sacred mountains.
Just like the stars shaking down, the sun and the moon shining together, accompanied by the buzzing Taoist music, it is majestic and shocking.
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From a distance, Qingyang Huan saw a temple that was magnificent and far beyond the mountains under the Xiaguang Waterfall.
Before he even approached, he felt a huge pressure, not only from his body, but also from his mind.
where is this The body is in this kind of auspicious clouds, and every ray of divine clouds falling is heavier than the mountains.
When it falls on the body, it makes the sound of gold and iron, like the clanging of swords.
Outside the temple, several figures vaguely appeared.
Feeling the energy emanating from them, Qingyang Huan identified two people, Qian Hua Luo and Long Heitian, the carriers of the destiny and war of Xun Shan and Zhu Long King Domain.
In addition, there is also a very obscure Qi machine emanating from it. xiaoxingchen The genius who defeated the descendants of the royal family of Dayu's Kingdom, overwhelmed all the heroes, and carried the flames of war in Dayu's Kingdom.
"Brother Qingyang, you are late."
Similarly, the three figures standing outside the hall at this moment also noticed Qingyang Huan's arrival.
As Qian Hualuo spoke, three eyes were cast on him.
He was definitely not an ordinary person who could finally reach this point, especially the Xiao Xingchen he saw for the first time.
The three gazes fell, making him feel as if the whole sky was falling and being crushed.
With his expression unchanged, Qingyang Huan came to stand in front of the three of them.
The four of them were the final remaining bearers of the war flames of the thirteen royal realms in the southwest.
Of course, because of Qingyang Huan's own existence, this kind of kingdom's war-carrying has changed.
The four of them carry the general trend of seven kingdoms in total.
Compared to Qian Hua Luo and Long Heitian, who had already seen Qing Yang Huan before, Xiao Xing Chen showed a hint of interest in his eyes.
After all, carrying the war flames of four kingdoms at once, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been like a fantasy. .
"Everyone, there was some delay, so I came late.
I don't know what I need to do when I get here."
Qing Yanghuan cupped his fists towards the three of them, but what he got was the wry smiles of Xiao Xingchen and the others.
They don't know what they're doing here either.
"After being led here by that senior who exudes a rotten aura, I haven't received any news at all."
Qian Hualuo responded: "Brother Long and Brother Xiao are the same."
"Didn't that senior say anything to you?"
Qing Yanghuan asked.
"No" "The senior just led the way and didn't make a sound."
"Senior is covered in decay and can't feel the slightest bit of life.
If it weren't for those eyes, I would have thought he was a puppet."
The three of them all shook their heads and told Qingyang Huan that the warrior who led the way did not talk to them.
Suddenly, Qian Hua Luo spoke again
"Is Brother Qingyang any different?"
Seeing the expressions of the three people, Qingyang Huan shook his head gently and agreed.
Then he spread out the palm he was holding, and in his palm was a gray mottled broken stone.
The stone had sharp edges and corners, and seemed to be part of a broken stone tablet, but it was engraved with ancient patterns.
This is an ancient word written a long time ago, exactly the same as the ancient word imprinted with the Purple Gold Battle Body in his spiritual world.
"There are nine deities from one sect, and each of the nine deities is different
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