The stumbling figure, the thug stepped over the sharp and sharp rocks, and then the fragile body was tripped to the ground at once, one, two, three......

Finally he moved, stretched out his scarred hands, clasped the ground tightly, and dragged his body on.

"Our people are not prosperous, and we are not willing to die......"

Flesh rubbed against the ground, crimson blood soaking the ground.

"Our people are not prosperous, and they are ...... to die"

The desolate voice fell, and the figure finally did not climb the silent mountain, but lay on the cold stone, dripping blood from the dry bones, soaking into the earth, flowing in the cracks of the stone.

The ancient ancestors with their cloaks, the desolate and lonely road of blood and bones, and the creeping cold earth looked like a faint brown.

"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will be split, bury all my bones, our people will not prosper, and death will not be reconciled......"

I don't know how long it has been, but the desolate call sounded again in the recklessness at the end, the blood-stained body, the exposed body wounds were dripping, staggering, and two determined eyes were revealed in the face covered by messy hair.

"The sky will collapse, the earth will crack, what do we do?"

"The earth is born together, all the spirits of heaven and earth, how weak is our race!"

"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will be split, my bones will be buried, my people will not prosper, and death will not be reconciled...... ......

The blood-stained barren road, buried thousands of bones, standing in the desolate mountains, I don't know how long it has been, Qingyanghuan's feet have been stretched into the distance, new blood and bones are covered on the rotten white bones, and the red blood is shocking.

Eight hundred and sixty-one ...... One thousand three hundred and sixty-five ...... Two thousand three hundred and thirty-five ...... Four thousand two hundred fifty-five ...... Five thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine ...... Eight thousand six hundred and sixty-three

Time seemed to dissolve in this space, from the time he saw the first figure, to the blood-dripping warrior who had just fallen in front of him, it was eight thousand six hundred and sixty-three.

This is not counting the number of dry bones that first covered the earth, and every figure from the beginning of its appearance, whispering an ancient call from its mouth until it reached the end of its life.

"What's up ahead!"

Looking ahead, the fog was not clear at all, but the purpose of these ancient ancestors was at the end of this thick fog, Qingyang Huan frowned, the scene in front of him made his heart tremble, and the blood veins from the deepest part of his body roared uncontrollably.

The ancient ancestors who shouted the ancient call, what are they pursuing, such a fierce and fearless death, going forward and succeeding, even if they are all buried on the way, there is no hope on the road ahead, and they still do not stop.

"Our people are not prosperous, and we are not willing to die...... Sure enough, after the 8,663 ancient ancestors fell, with the passage of time, the desolate call sounded again on the foggy land behind, and a warrior who was in tatters and had experienced an unknown distance showed a dilapidated shadow.

"Follow him and see where the path of the ancient ancestors leads?"

Watching this figure cross this ancient mountain, stepping on the bones of his compatriots all the way to the blood, looking at the dry bones on the earth and the undried bloodstains, the warrior sang all the way and walked all the way.

Prior to this, Qingyang Huan also tried to move forward, but after walking out of Qianzhang, he was bound by an invisible force, and he had a realization in his heart that if he wanted to move forward, he must follow the footsteps of his ancestors.

However, the result was chilling, so many Terran ancestors fell in front of his eyes, and this time looking at the ancient ancestors moving forward, his heart couldn't help but tense.

Leaving the barren mountain for fifteen hundred feet, there was a soft sound, but after all, he still didn't walk over, and his figure fell on the pile of blood and bones.

Time passed, and the same voice sounded from the fog again, and the stumbling figure once again came from afar, tracing the ancient path of blood and bones.

Two thousand zhang!

Finally following in the footsteps of the ancestors, Qingyang Huan finally broke through a trace of fog and stepped out of the range of the barren mountains before, with dry bones and wilderness, and even some of them had been blown hollow and corrupted by the barren wind.

Poof!

The staggered figure fell to the ground, but after a struggle he got back to his feet, grabbed a leg bone from his ancestors, and carried it forward on the ground.

The road ahead was haunted by white mist, but the scattered white bones under his feet guided the way, and his pace was very slow.

Hula! Hula!

As the figure turned over more than a dozen mountains again, he passed the wasteland and rocks, and suddenly Qing Yanghuan heard a sound from the fog around him.

This was the other sound he heard besides the call of the ancient ancestors and the harsh desolate wind.

"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will be split, bury all my bones, our people will not prosper, and death will not be reconciled......"

However, with the sound of hula, the same shouts sounded in all directions, and Qing Yanghuan looked towards the dense fog with all his eyes, and finally saw a vague staggering figure in the fog, and they stepped from another direction.

Each figure was followed by a blood-stained path of bones, and all of them pointed in the same direction.

More

The more you move forward, the more and more figures appear in the mist, from more than ten people to hundreds to hundreds of people, and behind each figure is the same road of white bones, broken bones, air-dried bones, which makes people frightened.

Seeing this, a chill rose in Qing Yanghuan's heart, even if he only came with one of the blood-stained roads, but there were hundreds of martial artists gathered here, so how many people fell on the blood-stained roads behind each of their figures.

unimaginable!

Rumble!

However, he couldn't tolerate the sound of a chill at all, and a terrifying roar sounded in the thick mist, the sound was like the explosion of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, stirring the clouds in the sky, and these ancient ancestors who had just gathered together in one place were directly stirred by the violent heavenly wind, and even their blood and bones were torn apart.

"Our clan is not prosperous, we are not willing to die, and I will exchange my blood and bones for a long time. ”

"Bury my bones, open the way of our people's martial arts, woohoo......"

"Heaven and earth are unfair, why is my blood and bones weak, martial arts stopped, and my blood and bones are fed for ......"

The body was torn apart by the heavenly wind, but these ancient ancestors had no fear in their eyes, they raised their heads to the sky one by one and shouted, roaring the heavens and the earth, and one after another the figures were swept into the air by the swept heavenly wind.

Looking at the white mist in the distance, it was like turning into a huge tornado, and everyone's hearts converged towards the center of the whirlwind.

"It's!"

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan's eyes widened, and he saw that the storm tornado stretched directly to the extreme peak of heaven and earth, and above the top of the sky was a huge mouth, swallowing mountains and rivers.

It was the opening of this big mouth that triggered a tornado in the sky, wanting to devour all the Terran ancestors.

Countless ancient ancestors, walking on the endless road of blood and bones, came to the end, and the result was devoured!

This kind of life in vain is still the result of many tribulations, which makes Qingyang Huan unimaginable and even more unbelievable, but the result appears alive in front of his eyes.

Click! Click! Click!

There was a terrifying sound of blood and bones shattering in the barren wind, and the huge mouth devoured the sky and the earth, and the figures of the ancient ancestors were swallowed by it.

His eyes pierced through the mist, trying to see clearly who this bloody figure was, but vaguely he could only see a vague image like a god.

Airplanes!

In this way, Qingyang Huan's figure stood under this barrenness, the ancient ancestors who had originally gathered were swallowed up, the violent tornado melted, the open mouth of the heavenly dome closed, and the thick mist once again covered the heavens and the earth.

At this time, the world was desolate, the barren wind whimpered, making it difficult to hold on, and after a short time, the familiar voice sounded again, and in the fog in all directions, the figures of the ancient ancestors walked out of the thick fog.

Why!

The blood from the depths of his blood was roaring, Qing Yanghuan felt that he was trembling all over, and the scene in front of him made him forget the years, forget where he was, and even whether it was real or illusory, only boundless anger and unwillingness.

The same scene reappeared, and when the number of ancient ancestors in front of them regathered to a thousand, the big mouth on the heavenly dome opened again, devouring everything.

Feeding oneself is even more like sending it to the door, which is beyond the understanding and cognition of the mind.

After roaring with anger and reluctance, all he was left was numbness.

What exactly is all this for!

On the road of bones, how many Terran ancestors fell, only one person could barely come to this place, but the final result was not bitterness, but burial.

He's going to wait, he's going to see, he's going to see what this last thing is for!

Wave after wave of ancient ancestors emerged from the fog in all directions, and then were devoured by the gaping jaws in the heavenly dome, as if there was no end to it.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the fog in the sky on the desolate earth parted, and an illusory figure appeared that made it impossible to see clearly.

An illusory shadow appeared, and the surrounding world suddenly became silent.

"Our people are fed, can you be full!"

The illusory figure looked up to the sky and roared, as if it contained the roars and roars of countless human races.

"Not enough!"

Brilliant Tianwei, the fierce sound was like thunder, falling from the top of the Nine Heavens hidden by the thick fog.

The illusory shadow trembled, and at this moment, Qingyanghuan actually saw countless faces revealed on the phantom, men, women, and children, revealing an indescribable look of immaturity, vicissitudes, vulnerability, fright, perseverance, and unwillingness......

The figures seemed to merge the appearance of all the tribesmen, but in the end these shadows all turned silent, and the thick fog separated, and the illusory shadows walked step by step, walking into the mist.

"The sky will collapse, all beasts will eat each other, the earth will be split, bury all my bones, our people will not prosper, and death will not be reconciled......"

The voice of ancient vicissitudes sounded again, and the blood-stained ancient ancestors came again.

The repetitive scene, stepping on the bloody road, turned into blood food!

"Our people are fed, can you be full!"

"Not enough!"

......

"Our people are fed, can you be full!"

"Not enough!"

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