What the!

The black shadow in front of him suddenly stopped sounding, which made Qingyang Huan subconsciously stunned.

Grave Keeper!

Torchbearer!

What kind of grave keeper, whose tomb is guarded!

What kind of torchbearer, whose word is it preaching!

However, the next moment, he felt a burning heat coming from his body, and a black totem seemed to burn on his body. 、

Mark of the Heavenly Soldier!

It was an ancient and strange imprint that imprinted on him when he walked out of the ancient burial ground.

The Tomb of the Heavenly Soldiers!

The person in front of him is guarding the tomb of the Heavenly Soldier!

Call!

With a long exhale, Qingyang Huan suppressed the ripples in his heart, that ancient burial ground has buried I don't know how many lives, and I don't know how many years it has existed, and there are still grave keepers.

"Before... Senior, you ......"

Then, he spoke up, and after thinking for a moment, he should call it a senior.

After all, the figure in front of him seemed to have tall cheekbones, but he couldn't feel vitality and vitality, and he didn't know how many years ago the old monster, and even he wasn't sure whether the figure standing in front of him was dead or alive.

"Burner, are you ready to preach in all directions?"

However, the more hoarse and sharp voice of the figure in front of him sounded again, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Qingyang Huan.

How do you preach the torch?

Thinking of the ancient battle map that manifested in that illusory time and space before, the human bloodline came out of the dark blood age, from the beginning of the weakness, to the creation of a humane civilization that belonged to the peak of the human race, precisely because of the immortal inheritance from generation to generation.

What is inherited is the immortal battle blood belonging to the human race!

He understood all of this, but he still couldn't really understand the 'preaching' in the mouth of the figure in front of him.

Where to preach?

Nowadays, in the heavens and the mountains and seas, the area occupied by the human race is not large, and even after a long time, it has been constantly encroached upon by hostile races.

"The human race of the four directions of the earth is the inheritance of the blood of the human race, even if Qingyang is the one who carries the torch in everyone's mouth, he does not know where to preach. ”

After a while, Qing Yanghuan's eyes lit up, and then he suppressed the doubts in his heart, and said honestly, after all, here, even if he has careful thoughts in his heart, the slightest fluctuation of his spiritual will, he can't escape the prying eyes of the strong in the dark.

Although he himself was not sure if there was anyone in the stone tower who was spying on him at this moment.

"Alas. ”

However, as his words fell, the black-armored warrior nodded slightly, and a long sigh seemed to come from a long time ago, with a kind of helplessness and a kind of grief in this voice.

"Come with me!"

The black-armored warrior in front of him stepped forward again.

This made Qingyang Huan a little confused, could it be that the martial artists have lived for a long time, and they have some elusive quirks?

Then he nodded subconsciously, feeling that he was right, no wonder, whoever stayed in such a dim stone path for a long time would also be stunned.

"The old man has been in the fire tower for more years, but it is not yet the time to be stunned. ”

Hearing this, Qingyang Huan's face couldn't help but sneer, it was really an old man, and it was not fake at all.

"The old man is not shrewd at all, if shrewdness left this ghost place a long time ago, why bother watching generations of torch inheritors embark on a dead end. ”

"Uh......"

At this time, Qing Yanghuan showed a touch of embarrassment, and what he thought about being arrested again and again, he immediately asked out loud: "Dare to ask the seniors, how many generations of people have gone through." “

"How many generations?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and the black-armored warrior stopped, turned his head to look at Qingyang Huan again, and a pair of dark eyes couldn't see the slightest mental fluctuation?

"I can't remember, I don't have to, they're all dead anyway, I remember what they did. ”

What the!

Feeling the surprise on Qing Yanghuan's face, the black-armored warrior split his big mouth, and his white teeth looked a little cold in the darkness.

"Relax, any martial artist in the heavens and all spirits will die, even if the emperors have twilight years, they will die anyway, why bother how to die, when the time comes, the old man will burn you some paper money and blood incense. ”

With the old man's gloomy appearance, Qing Yanghuan felt that the martial artist in front of him was cursing him.

Without...... If it weren't for the fact that he was unfamiliar with the people here, and he didn't know the depth of the old guy in front of him, he would definitely beat him up.

"Don't bother with that thought, since you carried the war fire of the royal domain, you have already embarked on this road, and the blessings of luck you have received, and even all the creations you have obtained because of the fire of luck and war, you have already enjoyed it, so naturally you have to pay something. ”

Qi luck is coming, for their own perception and luck, there are blessings and influences, these changes for Qingyang Huan, more and more esoteric feeling, and with the improvement of strength, this feeling is more in-depth.

"How can you spit out after eating, don't you say?"

"Now let you unload the fire of the royal realm that you are carrying, are you willing?"

Suddenly, Qing Yanghuan shook his head, luck was coming, just to take the star core that he had branded not long ago, it was precisely because of his blessing luck and the general support from the four Terran kings that he stabilized himself, and finally let the star core release all the power, and then imprinted his own will.

Although this benefit cannot be seen or touched, it is real, and it will play a key role at critical moments!

This is also why there are so many young warriors competing for luck and war, otherwise they will also embark on the road of the human race to become the king, and everyone can break through together, why do you have to earn your life and death for the war in the royal domain.

"So since you have set foot on this road, just go forward, and people will die and birds will not die for thousands of years. ”

As soon as the words fell, the black-armored warrior led him forward again, and he walked away for a day and a night, and he was a little suspicious that this stone tower was connected to another time and space.

Airplanes!

Finally, at the end of the dim stone road, a bright light appeared, and the circle of light was about a square circle, as if flowing with the most gorgeous Shenxia in heaven and earth.

"Go ahead, those little ones have already arrived, and you're the only one missing. ”

Walking to the light gate, the black-armored warrior turned his head and said loudly to Qingyang Huan behind him.

"Thank you for leading the way. ”

Immediately, Qingyang Huan bowed and said loudly, and was about to raise his feet and step into the light gate.

"Wait!"

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded again.

What the.

Qing Yanghuan was stunned, and he noticed that there was something more in his hand, and the black-armored warrior in front of him dissipated like a black mist, and a voice echoed in his ears.

"Don't disgrace your ancestors. ”

However, before he could react, he felt that he was pushed by an invisible force, and his whole body crashed into the light gate at once.

......

Entering the light gate, Qingyang Huan felt a roaring sound in his ears, as if the time and space he was in vibrated as a whole, and Ruixia was like a waterfall, drowning him in it.

"What is this?"

Divine electricity bloomed in his eyes, piercing the sky, Qingyang Huan was covered with purple gold divine light, and walked towards the distance, like a big dragon, crossing the void.

He found himself in an inexplicable plane of time.

There seemed to be an ancient chant ringing in his ears, and although these voices sounded obscure, he could feel that it was the sacrificial sound of the human race in ancient times, and the more he walked forward, the clearer this obscure sacrificial sound became.

At the end of his eyes, there was a huge waterfall made of purple gold Shenxia and Ruiqi, falling down from the top of the Nine Heavens, and each ray of light was taller than Shenyue.

Like the stars falling, the sun and the moon shine together, accompanied by the Taoist rhyme and divine sound, the momentum is magnificent and shocking.

From afar, Qingyang Huan saw that under the Xiaguang Waterfall, there was a temple that was far more magnificent than Shenyue, and before it was close, he felt a huge pressure, not only from the body, but also from the heart.

Where is this?

The body is in this kind of ruixia, and every wisp of Shenxia falls, which is heavier than the mountains, and falls on the body, giving birth to the sound of gold and iron, like a sonorous sword.

Outside the temple, several figures loomed.

Feeling the qi emanating from it, Qingyang Huan identified the two people, Qianhualuo and Long Heitian, Xunshan and the bearers of the luck war of the Candle Dragon King Domain.

In addition, there is a very faint qi emanating from it.

Stars!

The one who defeated the heirs of the royal domain of Dayu, overwhelmed the heroes, and carried the fire of war in the royal domain of Dayu.

"Brother Qingyang, you're late. ”

Similarly, the three figures standing outside the main hall at this moment also sensed the arrival of Qingyang Huan.

As Qianhua spoke, three rays of light were projected onto his body, and he was finally able to come here, naturally he was not an idle person, especially Xiao Xingchen, who he saw for the first time.

The three eyes fell, giving him the feeling that a piece of the sky was falling and pressing.

With the same expression, Qingyang Huan came to the three of them and fell, and the four of them were the bearers of the war in the thirteen royal domains in the southwest!

Of course, because of Qingyang Huan's own existence, this kind of royal domain war has changed, and the four of them have carried the general trend of seven royal domains in total.

Compared to Qianhualuo and Long Heitian, who had already seen Qingyang Huan before, Xiao Xingchen's eyes showed a hint of interest, after all, if he didn't see the war of the four kings at once, it would be like a fantasy at all.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there are some things that have been delayed, so I am late, and I don't know what I need to do when I come here?"

Qing Yanghuan hugged his fist at the three of them, but what he got was a wry smile from Xiao Xingchen and the three of them.

They don't know what they're doing here!

"After being led here by the senior who exuded the smell of decay, I didn't get the slightest news. ”

Qianhua responded loudly: "Brother Long and Brother Xiao are the same. ”

"Didn't that senior say anything to you?" asked Qing Yanghuan.

"Nope!"

"The senior just led the way, and didn't make a sound. ”

"The predecessor was shrouded in decay, and I couldn't feel the slightest vitality, if it weren't for those eyes, I would have thought it was a puppet. ”

The three of them all shook their heads and told Qing Yanghuan that the martial artist who led the way did not talk to them.

Suddenly, Qianhualuo spoke again

"Is there anything different about Brother Qingyang?"

Seeing the expressions of the three of them, Qingyang Huan shook his head lightly and agreed.

The palm of his hand spread out, and in the palm of his hand was a gray mottled broken stone, the stone was sharp and angular, as if it was part of a broken stone tablet, but it was carved with ancient lines.

This is an ancient character from a long time ago, and it is exactly the same as the ancient text that imprinted the purple gold battle body in his spiritual world.

"There are nine statues out of one door, and each of the nine is different. ”