The white figure that suddenly appeared did not exist in his mental will.
His pupils suddenly tightened, but when he felt the peaceful energy coming from the white figure, the tense energy all over Qingyang Huan's body calmed down invisibly, like a volcano about to erupt.
In just one sentence, he felt the warmth from the old man, and a warmth grew deep in his heart, which unknowingly calmed down everything in his heart.
"senior."
Immediately after Qing Yanghuan spoke, the old man in front of him, with his white hair hanging down, looked at him with a smile on his face.
“The surrounding murals can be seen completely.”
The old man then cast his eyes on the surrounding murals.
Seeing these branded murals, his cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp.
The ancient paintings imprinted on the surrounding stone walls silently narrated scenes that aroused anger in people's hearts, as if they had brought him into an ancient vicissitudes of time.
A small tribe stood against a mountain.
In front of the mountain was a large river leading into the distance.
Deep in the river in the mural was a tall underwater palace.
In the palace lived a race covered with scales.
Every other month, the tribe would put their children, who were no more than a few years old, on a wooden boat and then let the wooden boat float to the center of the river, and then fall into the palace deep in the water, becoming the blood food in the mouths of the race covered with fish scales.
In the later scroll, Qingyang Huan saw that the human warriors who lived and multiplied in the tribe finally couldn't bear it anymore.
They were unwilling to send their blood descendants into the water palace anymore, and gathered the entire tribe warriors to resist.
However, the resistance was short-lived.
A warrior stepped out of the water palace, and his big hand fell.
It was like a small piece of the sky collapsed and fell from the sky.
The entire tribe was destroyed under the giant hand.
There was disdain and indifference on the face of the water palace warrior.
He didn't care at all about destroying an entire tribe.
He left soon.
When he came back again, a human tribe was shackled and migrated to the destroyed ruins. superior.
The days returned to normal again.
Every once in a while, the clan would put some children on the canoe.
If the number of children was insufficient, young women and young men in the clan would take their place.
Later, the entire tribe chose to resist Looking at the murals on the stone wall, Qing Yanghuan can naturally realize that these are real with his own thinking.
The warriors who once carved these murals incorporated their own anger.
Even after many years, this suppressed anger from the stone wall is still radiating.
There are too many scenes like this on the surrounding stone walls.
Qingyang Huan can't even feel the glory of the human race here.
All he can see is that the human race is living in dire straits and being raised as bipedal beasts by aliens. .
Compared with the scenes shown in the murals, even the human race living in Kunshan, the most remote land in the southwest, is countless times better.
Even though the blood descendants of the human tribe living in the Kunshan King's territory have fought for generations, father and son have fought in battles, they can still fight for their own destiny with their own hands.
Even if he died in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he still had hope in his heart.
The scenes carved on the stone wall showed that the human race on it had long lost the faith to resist under oppression.
"It's true" After a long time, Qingyang Huan spoke out and his eyes fell on the old man in white robes in front of him.
"yes" The old man's eyes were equally sharp, and his heart was equally filled with suppressed killing intent.
"Where" As his thoughts flowed, Qingyang Huan wondered where the scene on the mural took place on the land of the human race.
Southern Wilderness, Eastern Wilderness, Northern Wilderness However, with his vision, which has not even been to the Southern Wilderness, he can't guess where the human race actually exists in the scene on the mural.
You must know that although from the beginning of modern times, the human race has been absolutely severely damaged and compressed.
On this land.
However, the arrival of the Tianwai Continent has more than doubled the size of the once wild land.
The land where the human race now lives is not as big as the original wilderness continent, but it is still a vast continent.
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In this vast land, although the surrounding areas are constantly being conquered and encroached upon by hostile races from all over the world, the human tribes have not yet fallen to the point where they are willing to be fed by the human race in captivity.
The next moment, just when the old man in white robe was about to speak out, a rotten aura suddenly filled the void around Qingyang Huan.
"Old Hei."
Seeing the sudden appearance of the black shadow, the old man in white robe was startled.
Obviously, the appearance of the black-armored warrior was beyond his expectation.
"Old Ghost Bai, let me do the talking."
A hoarse voice sounded, and the black-armored warrior came to Qingyang Huan and looked straight at him.
Looking at the back of the black-armored warrior, Bai Laogui smiled bitterly.
As the guardian of the Fire Tower, he should have been here to receive these.
This time, Lao Hei not only directly led the Fire Warrior into the tower, but now he replaced him.
Got him. , However, he shook his head without making a sound, and the next moment his figure disappeared into the space.
"you" Seeing the black-armored warrior appear again, Qingyang Huan's eyes showed a hint of surprise.
"My name is Heijia.
Before I came to this Fire Tower to become a tombkeeper, I was a sword guard of the Sword Emperor Palace under the Buzhou Mountain of the human race."
Buzhou Mountain, Sword Emperor Palace Hei Jia's words immediately explained everything Qingyang Huan encountered when he entered the Xinhuo Tower.
"Qingyang has met senior."
Feeling the silent power coming from the old man's body, which was at least the presence of the King of Heaven and Earth, Qingyang Huan suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and bowed.
However, Heijia turned slightly and did not accept his salute.
"I've been keeping secrets since you entered the Fire Tower.
The other three young men from the southwest who carried the flames of war have all been eliminated by me."
"What" Qingyang Huan showed a hint of surprise at this time, what kind of operation was this.
Although they belong to the same inheritance master sect, this shady story is too much.
"That's not good, isn't it?
It's too disrespectful to throw them all out.
In fact, their talent and strength are quite good, although they are better than mine."
Suddenly, Qingyang Huan spoke out and looked at the black-armored warrior in front of him.
"In the future, they will thank me for giving them a clear path."
The black-armored eyes suddenly lit up, which made Qingyang Huan startled.
Why did it sound so penetrating?
, "" His throat surged subconsciously, he swallowed, and Qingyang Huan spoke again.
Although the black-armored warrior in front of him did not give him a sense of crisis, it made him feel a little unreal.
He felt like he was on a pirate ship.
"This is your way, there is no choice" However, Heijia didn't pay too much attention to Qingyang Huan's doubts, but instead spoke out on his own.
"The Sword Emperor Palace knows about your existence, and it also knows that you bear the flames of war among the four kingdoms.
From the time you first embarked on the path of cultivation, you had no choice.
This is you, and I, too.
The lives of the entire Sword Emperor Palace warriors.”
Having said this, the black-armored warrior's eyes fell on Qingyang Huan like lightning, cutting his body like a sharp sword, and then said: "Unless you give up your current creation, purple gold battle body and other cultivation techniques, Will you give up?”
hiss The next moment, Qingyang Huan hissed and Hei Jia asked, directly slicing open his inner world.
Are you willing to give up your martial arts?
Of course not "So you have no choice" After receiving the good fortune from the master, he naturally has to do his own responsibility and strength for this good fortune.
Qingyang Huan understood the meaning of the black-armored warrior.
To be honest, even if the black-armored warrior didn't say anything, if it involves the relevant teacher's sect.
He won't turn a blind eye to things.
"The Sword Emperor Palace is far away from the ancestral land of the human race.
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How could you know my existence so early?"
"Since the unusual movement of the Reincarnation Gate, Lord Sword Emperor has been aware of your appearance."
What Not caring about Qing Yanghuan's surprise, Heijia spoke up again: "Back then, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Gate collapsed and scattered all over the world.
Among them, the Hell Reincarnation Gate was deep in the Sword Emperor Palace.
Back then, you affected a Reincarnation Gate.
Hell.
A vision occurred at the Gate of Reincarnation.”
"Then I received an order from the Sword Emperor Palace.
However, I am the tomb keeper and cannot walk out of the Fire Tower at will.
However, I did not expect that you would have so many blessings, and you would also carry four kingdoms.
The fate of war."
"What surprises me the most is that you have the support of the human-demon cavalry."
Staring at the black human-demon sword hanging on Qingyang Huan's waist, the black armor's eyes flashed.
"It is recorded in the Sword Emperor's Palace that the human-demon cavalry only recognizes the inheritance of purple gold.
Those who are not purple gold cannot control it.
It seems that what you have inherited is the fourth martial art."
"No."
Hearing this, Qingyang Huan shook his head slightly and said, "My inheritance comes from Huang Zun."
"The Fifth" "How could it be?
According to the records of the ancestors, among the nine ancestors, the first one inherited the formation path, the second inheritance was not recorded, the third one inherited the sword way, the fourth one inherited the fighting body, the fifth ancestor's inheritance was unknown, and the fifth ancestor's inheritance was unknown.
The six inherited souls, the remaining seventh, eighth, and ninth are all buried in the years, and now only the supreme swordsmanship of the third sword master in my Sword Emperor Palace is left."
The black-armored warrior showed a hint of surprise.
Qingyang Huan did not say anything.
He was afraid that he would directly inherit his master's inheritance from his master.
He was afraid that the Sword Emperor in the Sword Emperor's Palace would become unable to sit still and come to the southwest.
Sometimes, the seniority is too high and the strength is low, which is quite helpless.
"What do you need me to do?"
After a long time, Qingyang Huan digested the words of the black-armored warrior and said.
He really didn't expect that he had already been noticed by the Sword Emperor Palace, and even came here step by step.
It seemed that he had come here step by step, but it was not due to cause and effect.
"I eliminated those three little guys to give them a chance of survival.
They will carry the flames of war step by step and embark on the ancestral path of the human race.
In the future, they may have a chance of becoming kings and emperors, but your path is much more dangerous than theirs.
A hundred times, it can even be said that there is no life or death
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