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"It's time for us to hit the road. Li Pu woke up from his state of cultivation and then said.

"Are you sure you want to go that way?" Mo Wushuang said solemnly.

They also have the option of waiting for this time and going out from the exit, but this so-called time can be very long.

According to her understanding of those big forces, Li Pu killed the Son of Heaven in front of everyone, and they would not let Li Pu go.

However, when it comes to the depths, she is always a little afraid.

"Let's go, let's go.." Li Xiaobai couldn't help but look at everything in the depths.

"Of course you have to go, in the land of the ancient heroes, my sister is so bold once in her life. Lan Yanyan glanced at Mo Wushuang, thinking, you can come out alive, why can't they?

Crossing the area, they soon came to a drowsy, dim area, where the air was cold, and the atmosphere was filled with a depressing, calm, as if they had broken into hell.

At a glance, there was no life around, everything was gray, and there was no light to shine here.

And in that terrible area, there were graves everywhere, densely packed, each very old, and some had even been opened, and the decaying coffins were mixed with the earth.

"Great, I decided to go back. Lan Yanyan swallowed a mouthful of foam, her face was pale, and she hurriedly said.

"In the depths of the Land of the Ancient Heroes, everything from the Age of the Gods is buried, even involving the oldest Open Heaven Era, don't you want to go and see it?" Mo Wushuang looked at Lan Yanyan and said with a smile.

"People, the most important thing is to live in the world, why do you keep looking at those things? Lan Yanyan shook her head resolutely, very different from her previous attitude, and at the same time her eyes showed fear.

"Don't worry, there are no ghosts here, no living bodies, and no ancient and terrifying formations." Mo Wushuang said: "But this place is like a labyrinth, and if you touch those graves, there will be a great terror, and almost ten percent of the people who have died under temptation have died in the past generations. ”

For cultivators, this is simply a living history, which records the secrets of the disappearance of the gods in ancient times, and even more so the years of the saints.

However, here, you can hardly see anything other than the ancient monuments with the meaning of decay.

Many of the monuments have decayed, and the words engraved on them are blurred, and of course, there are some remnants of the script, but the fonts are so old that they are simply not readable.

"Get in, be sure to get in. The stele suddenly became excited.

"Good. Li Pu responded to it, and then, clasped the hands of the two women, and strode forward.

Each tomb is of different size, the monument is of different size, and the ancient text has rotted through the years.

There is no breath of life, no living body, silence and death, Tranquility, as if you have come to hell, giving people a creepy feeling.

As Mo Wushuang said, this place is like a labyrinth, and if you break in, you can rarely break out.

The tombs are dense, there are many, and it is shocking, what really happened in ancient times, and why are the gods buried here?

"We went in the wrong direction and should have gone that way. Mo Wushuang frowned.

"That's right, follow me. Li Pu turned his cheek sideways and looked at her, the stone tablet in his body had been showing him the way, and the latter seemed to feel something.

The two women followed Li Pu's divine soldiers, trembling, and their little faces were pale.

For a long time, they seemed to have broken into the deepest part of hell, where the breath of death became more and more vast, and here it was full of coldness and forest.

The size of the tombs has also become larger, and some of the monuments are still preserved in large sizes, and the ancient fonts are clearly presented.

In the end, Li Pu stayed in front of an independent tomb, which was far away from the rest, it was independent, and the specifications were somewhat large, with an area of about ten meters.

A monument is still well preserved, and the words on it are still there, full of the breath of time.

"Do you understand?" Mo Wushuang's eyes widened, full of shock.

Li Pu stood here, his eyes kept falling on the ancient monument, he was staring at those ancient words.

"I can't stay with you in this life, just wait for the next life to smile for you, Snow Girl. The stele said it, and his emotions seemed to be a little heavy.

"Snow girl?" Li Pu whispered, narrowing his gaze, he seemed to remember something.

In the ancient years, in that terrible age of the gods, there were nine celestial maidens, who were extremely talented and beautiful, and appeared in nine different eras one after another.

There are their years, and it is the sorrow of their contemporaries, even the celestial bodies, the holy body, many terrible constitutions, are suppressed.

Among them, there is a famous celestial girl named Snow Maiden, whose name resounds throughout the ages, and is the same as the eight gods.

Li Pu was stunned, his pupils shrunk, and he stared at it deadly.

He actually came to the grave of the Snow Maiden, the place where she was buried, and all this was so terrifying that it was difficult to calm down.

"What do you mean?" asked Li Xiaobai suspiciously.

"Senior brother, senior brother, let's hurry up and get on the road! Lan Yanyan swallowed a mouthful of foam and looked around nervously.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Li Pu noticed that in front of the tomb, where the dirt was hidden, there seemed to be a flash of light.

"Her divine soldier. The stele couldn't help but be excited, it rushed out all of a sudden, and the black light overflowed... At this time, the thing that was hidden in the dirt also trembled, as if it felt something, and with a buzz, it rushed out.

It was a rusty sword, still stained with dirt, as if it had been eroded, it was dull and devoid of any momentum, and it looked like an ordinary longsword.

But everyone in the group felt that kind of vastness in it, looming.

The long sword rushed out, shaking lightly, buzzing, as if it was excited, and it seemed like saying something.

"Lord... He's dead. ”

The vague three words echoed here, making them all frightened.

The stele burst out with black light, suddenly blooming, it seemed to be very angry, very sad, revealing an amazing killing intent, piercing through this piece of heaven.

The long sword shook slightly, and it also responded, time seemed to return to the eternal years, it was snow-white, held tightly by the Snow Maiden, it was stained with the blood of the gods, it cut through the sky, cut through nothingness...

In that terrible era, it was the strongest divine weapon in the hands of the Snow Maiden, and it was also the only divine soldier.

However, the long years have passed, and the Snow Maiden has long since fallen, and the sword in her hand has become rusty and dull, and the time that belonged to it is long gone.

The long sword gradually settled, and it returned there, quietly inserted in the dirt, as if it was guarding something, and it seemed to be guarding the faith in its heart.

"Come with me! I'll make you bloom again. "The stele transmits the sound.

"I... Tired. The two words are concise, but they reveal a strong vicissitudes of life and tiredness.

From the age of the gods to the present, I don't know how many eras have flowed, and even the dark turmoil has gone through countless times.

As a divine soldier in the hands of the Snow Maiden, it has long been tired, its years have passed, and now it is only a heart of faith that guards this place, and all the glory has nothing to do with it.

The stele was silent.

Li Pu and his entourage did not speak, they were still in shock, unable to extricate themselves.

"Who killed her?" said the stele.

However, the sword seemed to be silent, and there was no sound again.

"Who is it?" the stele shouted, but only the sword could hear such a voice.

"What happened after I left?"

"Who destroyed the Age of the Gods?" the stele trembled, flowing with sadness.