The River Styx has huge black waves, and the coffins floating under the ocean are engraved with ancient Shura bone patterns, and the light is shining, seeming to hold endless secrets.
It's a pity that Qingyang Huan doesn't have the slightest fondness for these withered bones.
If these Shura tribesmen who are still hanging on their last breath are still of some use to him, he would have completely knocked them into hell long ago.
The Shura clan has to use it, and the Jialuo clan must also guard against it.
The declining Shura is nothing, but the Jialuo clan is the big hidden danger.
Jialuo's clone collected the coffins floating in the ocean of the Styx and moved them into the Jia Kingdom in the palm of his hand, while Qingyang Huan also appeared in the sealed world of humanity.
Now that it has been discovered that there is no threat to the Shura clan, the last wishes of these ancestors have been fulfilled, and it is time to rest in peace.
At this time, the human race needs the glory of the ancestors to return to the human race's divine land.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, use bluestone as a coffin, I think Ah Huan, you are too stingy."
The sleeping Uncle Turtle narrowed his eyes and smiled at Qingyang Huan.
Since the last time he encountered Xian Zong going crazy in Liuyun Xianzong, Gui Buxian has been sleeping more and more often, and often fell into a deep sleep inadvertently.
After Qing Yanghuan investigated, he found that the sleeping Gui Buxian seemed to be stimulating some memories hidden in his blood.
He felt relieved and didn't care that he fell asleep at any time.
This time, when he came from Buzhou Mountain, he fell asleep immediately before meeting the Ghost Emperor in the Styx world, until he just woke up now.
"It is important to protect the mountains and rivers and protect the ethnic group.
What other divine materials in this world can be qualified to be their coffins."
Regarding Gui Buxian's doubts, Qingyang Huan shook his head gently and said softly.
Feeling the solemnity in Qingyanghuan's expression, Gui Buxian also put away his joking tone and turned the topic to the Shura clan.
"I didn't expect that the Shura clan, which had been banned for a long time, would be so miserable.
They would become meat on the chopping board for you to slaughter."
"The reincarnation of heaven and earth, the retribution of cause and effect.
Back then, the Shura tribe did a lot of harm to our human race.
Who can blame us for ending up like this?
Our human race has never repaid evil with kindness.
If there is a grudge, we will retaliate twice as much if we have the opportunity."
"No wonder the human race can reproduce and inherit for three eras."
What.
Hearing this, Qingyang Huan was startled, and turned to look at Gui Buxian, only to see a flash of vicissitudes of life flash in Gui Buxian's eyes, like a flash of lightning, and then Uncle Gui Buxian said: He looked at Qingyang Huan with a confused face.
"Ah Huan, did I say anything?"
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Qingyang Huan once again looked at the ancestors of the human race around him.
Speaking of more than 100,000 human remains, it was not easy to restrain them.
However, when it came to the Reincarnation Sect, he could not borrow people under the guise. .
Even though Mr.
Wen Wang had long thought that the Six Paths of Reincarnation was in his hands, the two of them never opened the window and avoided the embarrassment of peeking.
Ten days later, Qingyang Huan appeared in the Shenmu Domain.
This time he did not have to hide from his figure.
As for the Jialuo clone, he returned with two Shura clan emperor-level warriors, plus millions of Shura clan members who did not know whether they were dead or alive.
Garo Kingdom.
These Shura tribe will be one of the confidence for him to be promoted to the Sakyamuni of the Jialuo tribe, and they are also an extremely important bargaining chip.
They represent the reappearance of the Shura tribe, one of the two sharp swords under the Jialuo tribe at the beginning of modern times.
For the Jialuo tribe, is of great significance.
"Clan leader, my wife left the territory in a hurry for some unknown reason, leaving me to take over the family affairs for the time being."
In the clan hall, the high priest made a sound.
The great elder was released by Qingyang Huan because of Liuyun Liusu and the two fairies, and also returned to the clan.
"Let the clan build a coffin of 100,000 bluestones.
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There is no need to carve ancient patterns.
The only thing is that it must be thick and solemn."
One hundred thousand coffins One sentence directly made the great elder and high priest look horrified.
One hundred thousand people had died.
However, Qingyang Huan did not explain the two people's doubts.
Instead, he came to Qingyang Ancestral Hall.
The high priest's eyes showed doubts, not knowing what Qingyang Huan was going to do.
Looking at the smoke-filled shrine above, a god is located in the smoke like an undulating sacred mountain.
A vast world seems to be derived from the clouds and mist.
A majestic figure composed of smoke ignited by the scent of blood is crowded with this derivative. in the world.
Qing Yanghuan stretched out his hand to twist the three blood incense sticks on the altar table and lit them.
After respectful worship, it was like being in an incense burner.
"One hundred thousand years ago, the dungeon was broken, Qingyang collapsed, and the last great emperor fell into nothingness.
Qingyang Huan, the contemporary leader of the Qingyang clan, slayed the vicious and rebellious ghost emperor who broke through the emperor's prison, and took his ancestors home."
Qingyang Huan spoke word by word, but every word was like thunder, exploding in the hearts of the high priest and the chief elder behind him, so that at this moment, the two of them were completely dizzy and had no idea that they were there.
What to think.
"Clan Leader, Clan Leader, what you said is true."
After two long moments, the high priest's beard and hair were beating, and the veins in the arms of the broad animal robe were stretched.
He rushed forward and grabbed Qingyang Huan's robe, staring at him with a pair of eyes.
"The ancestors are back" "Kill the Ghost Emperor" Seeing Qingyanghuan nod, the old priest's big hands holding Qingyanghuan's shirt seemed to have drained all his strength, and his whole body knelt down.
The great elder on the side also looked a little embarrassed.
The collapse of the imperial prison and the overturning of large tracts of mountains and rivers in the Eastern Wasteland had always been a great pain in the Qingyang clan's heart.
The Human Emperor issued an edict to strip away the Qingyang Emperor's title, and the Imperial Blood Glory collapsed.
"The high priest and the chief elder will prepare for the burial of the ancestors and summon the blood descendants of the Qingyang clan, even those who are out of town."
After a long time, Qingyang Huan waited for the two people behind him to calm down, and then said again: "Next, I will go to Buzhou Mountain to give orders to the Human Emperor.
The Ghost Emperor who escaped from the Qingyang Imperial Prison was killed by me.
Qingyang The family lived up to the imperial edict."
"Hey, hey, hey."
Looking stunned, the high priest quickly agreed.
In fact, there has been no news about the last Emperor Qingyang for so many years.
They had already made a decision on whether Emperor Qingyang had fallen.
Now that they actually heard about the death of their ancestor, they still felt a throbbing in their hearts. .
Qingyang ancient realm.
As a treasure inherited from the Qingyang clan, the ancestral tombs of the Qingyang clan are all in the world created by the ancient realm.
However, at this moment, Qingyang Huan, the high priest, the great elder, and many elders and clan members of the Qingyang clan all looked at each other in confusion.
The unshakable Emperor Qingyang was as heavy as a sacred mountain outside Qingyang's ancestral tomb, and he could not be lifted into the ancestral land.
Even though Qingyang Huan personally held the hand, he still felt an invisible force blocking him.
"Ancestors."
There was a low groan in the ears, and the thick sarcophagus was annihilated into powder before it could enter the side of the last Qingyang Emperor, making all the Qingyang clan members exclaim.
For a moment, all the clansmen cast their eyes on Qingyang Huan.
Those who could get close to the ancestral land were all the geniuses and direct blood of the clan.
They were kneeling on the ground at this moment, not knowing what was going on.
"That's all."
After a long time, Qingyang Huan sighed.
"My ancestors are willing to follow me to Mount Buzhou to give orders.
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Qingyang will take you to Mount Buzhou to meet the Emperor."
As soon as the words fell, Qingyang Huan felt the invisible resistance force disappear.
Building 100,000 bluestone coffins was nothing to Qing Yanghuan, who was in charge of the entire Haoyuan.
They were completely built in just three days.
The sight of the ancestors standing still and refusing to enter the ancestral graves left Qingyang Huan with lingering fear.
Fortunately, these ancestors of the human race who were transformed into human beings did not have the arrogance of their deceased ancestors.
Their mission was completed and they had already flowed in to protect the human race.
The last drop of blood.
However, it is easy to make a bluestone coffin.
Qingyang Huan will be very excited to bring these human ancestors out of the forbidden world.
The people of the Qingyang Clan did not cheat on the coffins.
Each one was very heavy and solemn.
Although there were no carved swords, guns, axes, axes, dragons, phoenixes, gods, tigers, etc., the surface of the bluestone coffins was polished and smooth.
In the Eternal City, a hundred-foot-sized divine boat landed outside the main hall in the center of the outer city.
On the square outside the main hall, coffins of cyan light were spread on the ground.
The fragrance of animal blood lingered outside every coffin.
People from the Qingyang clan kept lighting wooden coins when they came and went.
Even naughty children, under the guidance of adults, carefully prepared the animal meat cooked by their mothers.
He picked it up and placed it outside the bluestone coffin, then knelt down and kowtowed in a decent manner.
Qingyang Huan seldom came to this outer city's main hall.
Standing on the white jade stone platform outside this main hall, he could overlook the entire Eternal City.
The square outside the main hall was very huge.
"Clan leader, these fallen warriors" The sudden appearance of fallen warriors, each of them even petrified, could not arouse curiosity.
"This is the martyr of the human race who gave up all his blood and bones to become a banner and sealed off the Shura clan.
He is the true nobleman of the human race."
The smoke from the beast blood incense covered the sky and the sun, and soon turned into clouds and smoke that covered the entire Eternal City.
The warriors coming and going in the city looked towards the direction of the central hall.
Today, in Haoyuan Continent, warriors from the outside are arriving one after another.
Except for Eternal City, the Qingyang Clan does not restrict them from traveling in Wanyuan Continent.
Of course, if someone commits crimes such as roosters, dogs, thieves, and stealing goods, they will definitely not end well.
"Send the coffin to the Star Divine Boat."
Standing at the highest point of the hall with his hands behind his hands, Qingyang Huan overlooked the entire world and gave instructions to the great elder.
Soon, in the square below, Qingyang tribe soldiers appeared in a group of four, lifted the sarcophagus and headed towards the Star Divine Boat.
"Ah Huan, you are really different from before."
Gu Buxian woke up from his deep sleep again, squinting his small eyes and looking at the figure in the smoke below.
"yes."
This time Qing Yanghuan did not refute Gui Buxian's words, but instead let out a long sigh.
"I didn't feel that before, and I didn't expect that the higher the strength, the more sentimental."
Squinting his eyes, he watched as the clansmen below continued to send sarcophagi into the Star Divine Boat.
Each of these coffins was engraved with the name of the deceased.
In fact, he does not need others to understand what he did.
The road is his own.
He sent these deceased ancestors back to Buzhou Mountain because he felt and wished in his heart
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