Airplanes!

A wisp of purple illusory flame wrapped Qing Yanghuan's entire body in the blink of an eye, he was like a walking torch, the flame was illusory, and it did not burn the surrounding grass and trees.

The next moment, Qingyang Huan disappeared directly into the void and fell into a hidden place deep in the mountains below.

The scorching aura emanating from the black totem imprint on the wrist a few inches stimulates the senses.

This mark was left behind when he first stepped on the road of sealing the king, entering the ancient burial ground, and it was rumored that it could awaken the silent heavenly soldiers, but then his road to the king turned a big bend, and he came to the small reckless continent, so that he left this matter behind.

Mark of the Heavenly Soldier!

When the Terran warriors who entered the ancient burial ground first walked out of the burial ground, they would derive an ancient mark, which was rumored to be summoned from the Silent Heavenly Soldiers.

Could it be that a heavenly soldier is calling him?

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan's thoughts flowed, and the Heavenly Soldier Mark was stimulated without warning, and his spiritual will wandered on the black totem mark, wanting to gain insight into the will contained in it.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that with his king's power, he still couldn't see through this Heavenly Soldier Mark.

Airplanes!

The illusory flame was constantly jumping with the totem mark as a fire disk, and a wisp of his spiritual will was swallowed by the flames.

Buzz!

In an instant, the totem imprint slowly rose from his wrist, enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into the size of one zhang, suspended three zhang in front of Qingyang Huan, exuding an eternal vicissitudes.

Get in?

......

The ancient time and space, as if the air was stagnant, and the gray air currents were like sick old decay, floating in the void and not bothering to move.

On the earth, the mountains are undulating, the ravines are thousands, the withered trees, the decaying bones are piled up, and between the undulating mountains, there are heavenly monuments, which are as black as ink as if they were cast of gold and iron.

As far as the eye can see, the heavenly monuments stand tall, like the warriors of ancient times, suppressing the desolation.

The dim sky seemed to be pressed very low, the void was filled with whimpering, and in the silence of time and space, a void fluctuation appeared in the next moment, as if breaking the silence of the ancient times.

Airplanes!

A black dot lit up in the dim void, and then began to evolve into a vortex until it turned into a zhang in size, and Qingyang Huan stepped out of it.

"Here!"

Seeing the familiar scene in front of him, Qing Yanghuan paused for a moment, and then walked towards the distance.

Ancient burial ground!

He was once again at the ancient burial ground.

No!

However, he didn't see the Three Lives Heavenly Monument at all, and even the Heavenly Monument Bone Mountain that Xiong Jiudai had broken at the beginning disappeared without a trace, and a new Heavenly Monument was erected in the original place instead.

Where is Shizun?

He remembered it clearly, the last time he entered here, he found Xiong Jiudai, found his uncle, and even saw the medicine beast, and got the baptism of the Yaochi medicinal bath, but now it is all gone.

Standing in the middle of the mountains, the dense stone monument is like a huge forest of steles, under which there are piles of decaying blood and bones.

After a long time, he finally suppressed the agitation in his heart, the secret realm of the master hidden in the burial ground was indeed gone, and he began to look at this ancient burial ground again.

"Heavenly soldiers. ”

Thinking about the word, his eyes gradually lit up.

After thinking about it, I will integrate what I have experienced, and exclude accidentally encountering the secret realm of the master here, everything is like an invisible road.

The young warrior first entered the ancient burial ground, was blessed with the mark of the heavenly soldier, and then carried the flames of war, and then was secretly selected by the human race to become a torch bearer and go to the Xiaomang Wilderness Continent.

Ring after ring, one ring after another, even the genius warriors of the other race entered this ancient burial ground, covering everything up even more, no one would have thought that this would involve the Little Reckless Continent.

Even at this moment, he had a bold guess that the emperor's tomb was the backhand of the human race at the end of the Middle Ages, or the early ancient period, which stretched for one hundred and eight epochs.

And here, it is the imperial army that belongs to the Clam Swallowing Emperor.

Click! Click!

In the dim ancient burial ground, a piercing sound sounded, and at this moment the earth was trembling, and the stone monuments standing in the mountains and ravines were shaking.

In front of Qingyang Huan, a hundred-zhang tall heavenly monument cracked with fine cracks, these cracks were like a large net running through the entire stone stele, and pieces of broken stone rolled down from the stone stele.

Thundered!

The stele shook violently, and the large crack directly caused the entire stele to collapse, turning into a pile of stones and smashing into the petrified blood and bones below, and the rotten armor and blood bones shattered into powder under the smashing of the stones.

Boom!

A sound of gold and iron pierced the dimly lit space, and large guns covered with patina pierced out of the pile of rubble.

Thundered!

The shattered stone tablet rolled down in all directions, and a warrior in armor grew out from under the stone tablet, holding a large rusty spear in his hand, and the armor on his body was also covered with rust, and his body was covered with thick dust.

He stood up.

With a big gun in his hand, he stood on the ruins of blood and bones.

In Qingyang Huan's perception, the image in front of him was a stone statue, and he didn't feel the slightest flesh and blood vitality, his face was petrified, his arms were petrified, and his armor was not the slightest luster.

Boom, boom, boom!

This was just the beginning, the surrounding monuments began to crumble, and from the piled up blood and bone tombs, a stone man with armor, or a big spear in his hand, or a bow and crossbow, a war knife, a halberd, and a bronze sword on his shoulder, stood up.

Each facial expression was petrified, its pupils were like stone beads, and thick bone chips had accumulated between its armor.

In the endless ancient burial ground, a stone man and heavenly soldier stood on top of the blood and bones of thousands of alien races, as if he was shouting silently.

The stone man heavenly soldiers appeared, and all the ghosts and ghosts that were originally immortal in the dim burial ground dissolved into nothingness, and the remnants of the souls that belonged to the alien race that were unwilling after the destruction were annihilated into nothingness.

Qing Yanghuan walked through this dim burial ground, he believed that he would not come in for no reason, where did he touch the prohibition and make this burial ground manifest.

Finally, among the mountains and ravines, he saw a stone tablet that had not been broken, compared to those stone tablets that were as high as 100 zhang and 1,000 zhang, this stone tablet was only ten zhang in size, and it was really inconspicuous in the mountains where petrified dry bones were piled up.

The stele had some cracks, surrounded by dense dry bones, and when Qing Yanghuan looked at this stele for the first time, he felt that a vortex appeared in front of him, sucking his spiritual will into it.

Thundered!

The grand Tianyin directly penetrated into Qingyang Huan's spiritual world, and he saw a ruined world, countless stars in the starry sky were burning raging flames, and shattered continental fragments were suspended.

The starry sky was covered with fragments of stars and continents, and countless bones of various races were floating, and beyond a water-blue continent was a black Great Wall that stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, and this Great Wall was composed of Terran warriors.

The rich blood water converged into a river of blood in the starry sky, soaking the stars, and in front of the Great Wall of the Terrans, a golden sun was in the sky, and every time the flames landed, countless Terrans would be burned into ashes.

A Holy Light Divine Tower was even bigger than a star, pushing the starry sky horizontally, crushing the stars, and directly crushing towards the aqua blue continent.

"Ying Zhen, no one will come to save you, God won't let you be crowned emperor, you are just a poor worm. ”

Across the depths of the distant void, a yin and yang star turned, a flame and a cold ice, and there was a demon dragon with two dragon heads crawling on it, opening its mouth to freeze thousands of miles of starry sky.

"Heaven does not give me the throne, I win and take it from myself, I am the emperor of this heaven and earth!"

Outside the Blue Continent, a warrior wearing a black dragon robe and holding a dark sword in his hand stood there as if filling the entire starry sky, more like a black hole, wanting to devour the entire heaven and earth.

"The demon clan is reborn, it should be sacrificed with human blood, my son, the glory of the ancient era, now we come to retrieve it!"

"Break through the Terran guard, kill into the land of the Terran, this is the last place of the Terran, and drive them out of the continent. ”

The demon dragon stepped out of a huge dragon claw from the yin and yang stars, and several stars hanging in the distant starry sky were removed from their orbits, turned under the dragon claws, and then headed in the direction of the human continent.

"Kill!"

Like a torrent of demon soldiers, they washed the starry sky, and shattered continental fragments pushed the void horizontally.

The human warrior who held the emperor sword in his hand raised the emperor sword in his hand high, and at this moment, he glanced at the rear of the back, and suddenly Qingyang Huan was like a thunderbolt, the whole person was sweating, and all the illusions in front of him disappeared.

Rumble!

The ten-zhang stone tablet shattered, and a bronze medal engraved with the word "win" appeared inside.

Grabbing towards the token, it was cold and piercing, but Qing Yanghuan felt that he couldn't pick up this palm-sized bronze medal at all.

Boom!

The blood qi surging all over his body was like a river of heaven, and the blood qi was squeezed out of each blood crystal, and it flowed to the palm of his right hand, but he still couldn't grasp this token.

I don't know when, Qingyang Huan found that in all directions around him, a venerable stone man heavenly soldier who stepped out of the tomb turned his head to his location.

An invisible momentum was cemented in the void.

"If you don't pick it up, you won't let it go?"

These stone men and heavenly soldiers did not have the slightest vitality, and even petrified all over their bodies, but Qingyang Huan actually captured such a will.

Pick it up?

But I really can't pick it up.

With his cultivation at the peak of the king's heavens, he couldn't afford to hold this bronze medal, and he barely let it sway.

Bang!

Once his eyes fell in which direction, the stone man heavenly soldiers in which direction would make a sonorous sound, and he really couldn't take it and wouldn't let him go.

The dim ancient burial ground, the void pressure is very low, and with a stone man and heavenly soldier surrounding, it actually makes Qingyang Huan feel a little hairy.