Sitting on the shoulders of the mountain giants, Ling Xiao and they walked towards Michael's inheritance land, the mountain giants are worthy of being giants, every step is a big mountain, this speed, is not much slower than flying. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Along the way, the leader of the mountain giants told Ling Xiao something about it, telling him that only a piece of broken bricks and tiles remained in the current inheritance land.

Decades ago, the shrine of the Burial God Mountain Range was born, attracting the vast majority of the strong people on the mainland, and it was looted here, except for a statue that could not be moved, only a ruin site remained, at that time, the entire Burial God Mountain Range was shrouded by a special power, and even the mountain giants fell into a deep sleep, otherwise, they would not let people get involved in the inheritance of the gods anyway.

However, according to the guesses of the powerful mountain giants, perhaps, the true inheritance has not been lost, and can only be opened when the inheritor of the gods comes in person.

The inheritance place was not far from Ling Xiao's position just now, under the speed of the mountain giants, in just half an hour, they came to a huge valley, this valley was unusually open, located in the middle of the Burial God Mountain Range, as soon as they stepped here, there was a vicissitudes of ancient meaning rushing to their faces.

Sending Ling Xiao here, the mountain giants left, their ancestors made a warning, in this life, they will always guard this place, waiting for the arrival of the inheritor, but they can't set foot on it.

Unless one day the inheritor can complete the inheritance, then the entire mountain giant lineage will follow in the footsteps of the inheritor and complete the war that never ended 10,000 years ago!

The rumbling sound was far away, and in the huge and empty valley, only Ling Xiao and Xiaolong were left.

It was an open valley with flat ground and a lot of plants growing on it, but they didn't grow too tall, as if there was an invisible force that was suppressing them, preventing them from growing as they wanted.

Almost as soon as he raised his eyes, Ling Xiao saw the huge stone statue standing at the end of the valley, the lower half of the stone statue was submerged in weeds, and he looked up along the stone statue, when he saw the eyes of the stone statue, he shook suddenly, and the world in his eyes seemed to explode in an instant.

Iron Horse Binghe, thunder rumbled, he instantly returned to the battlefield 10,000 years ago, shouting and killing, scolding, swords, axes, light and darkness. In the sky, endless gray clouds rolled, and one after another heroic and fearless figures desperately broke into the gray clouds, roaring, frightened, angry, one figure after another was ruthlessly torn apart, torn, bleeding, and falling down.

Being in such a ruthless and cruel battlefield, the blood in Ling Xiao's body instantly flowed backwards, rushing straight to his mind, and with a wave of the Bright Holy Sword, he couldn't wait to immediately rush into the evil clouds and slash all the demons.

However, he couldn't move, obviously in such a battlefield, but like an outsider, he could feel the heartache, the people who fell and died one by one, like friends intertwined with his life, everyone, seemed to be looking at him, no resentment, no hate, only endless regrets, in this life, can no longer fight side by side.

Click, click

He covered his heart as if it were torn apart, and the next moment, the scenery in front of him disappeared, and he returned to the empty valley, but before he knew it, he actually walked to the foot of the huge stone statue.

Subconsciously, Ling Xiao touched his cheek with his hand, which was wet and had a salty taste.

"Master, what's wrong with you, just now it's like you've fallen into an evil spirit, desperately walking towards this stone statue, if it weren't for seeing that you're okay, I would have wanted to knock you out."

"I, I'm fine."

Wiping away a handful of tears, Ling Xiao looked up at the stone statue again, this time, there was no such special scene.

As he expected, the stone statue was carved by Michael, who had seen him in a dream, as for the war scene he had just seen, if Ling Xiao's guess was correct, it should be Michael's personal experience back then, and the battle was too tragic and tragic.

The grass is long, the walls are ruined, Ling Xiao looked at this valley again, he could experience a different kind of emotion, it was a kind of desolation, a kind of helplessness, every brick and tile, every sand and gravel, it seemed to have been watered by tears and blood, what kind of desolation, tragic, and tragic, people couldn't help crying, couldn't help beating their chests and feet.

"Is this what you want to tell me?"

Ling Xiao muttered to himself, he slowly crouched down and picked up a broken long sword in the ruins.

The rusty sword body, after endless years of wind and rain, Ling Xiao gently flicked on the broken sword, there was still a crisp buzzing sound, through the sound, you can hear a strong man screaming and fighting, but in the end, he was powerless to return to the sky, the long sword broke, and he himself was also smashed into pieces by a huge claw.

Click,

The sword body in Ling Xiao's hand seemed to be unable to withstand the erosion of time any longer, and with a slight tremble, it turned into pieces of powder and slipped from between his fingers.

For a long time, Ling Xiao didn't move again, he quietly watched the short sword in his hand turn into dust, one by one, and fall.

It was a kind of unwillingness, resentment, and powerlessness, despair.

After a long time, Ling Xiao picked up another piece of iron from another ruin, like a fragment of some kind of shield, there was no doubt that it was also a product of the battle that had fallen into the world.

Like the broken sword, in this fragment of the shield, there is still a thick despair, a heart-rending cry, which wants to pull people down the abyss.

Eventually, the fragment of the shield shattered like the broken sword, turning to dust.

This time, Ling Xiao didn't look for the remnants left behind in the battlefield again, he stood in the middle of the many ruins.

A faint whimper suddenly sounded in the empty valley, the only moonlight disappeared, and in the darkness, countless cries, roars, struggles with despair and grief and indignation, and finally silently, turned into resentment, resentment, and ten thousand years of obsession, condensed but not dispersed.

The little dragon had already hid in a corner of the valley, and what was happening in the valley at this time was too demonic, clusters of ghost fires floated, turning into fierce ghosts, grinning and roaring, and rushed towards Ling Xiao, as if to completely submerge him and make him fall.

Xiaolong wanted to make a move, but he looked at Ling Xiao, but found that he did not feel the slightest discomfort, and the outstretched claws slowly retracted again, he believed that Ling Xiao, everything was under his control.

Above the ruins, ghosts and ghosts emerged from the cracks in the stone cracks, and they opened their mouths and ran towards Ling Xiao with their desperate emotions.

At this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp rays of light shot straight into the sky, illuminating the entire valley with brilliance.

The ghostly shadows in the air seemed to be frozen, embedded in the air, motionless.

"Is that the test you gave me?" He ignored the ghosts in the air, just raised his head and stared at the stone statue's eyes with fierce eyes.

"The power of light symbolizes hope and rebirth, protection and peace, and this ruin, full of destruction and despair, may be a true portrayal of the great war of the year, but it is not the result I wanted. I want to protect everyone around me! Don't let them get hurt in the slightest! I will not let them despair, I will use my own strength to pass on hope and let love last forever! ”

Rumble!

With Ling Xiao's roar, the Bright Holy Sword in his body instantly bloomed with the light of ten thousand paths, and a pillar of light that reached the sky shot straight into the sky, and then, the pitch-black sky curtain turned into color, and the light and rain of ten thousand paths sprinkled from the sky.

This is!?

Ling Xiao's face was surprised, he caught some light rain with his hand, it was not real water, nor was it life energy, but a kind of power of faith, a kind of pure light.

With the sprinkling of light and rain, the originally empty and barren valley changed in an instant, and one by one tiny shoots drilled out of the soil, and then grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, breaking out of the cocoon into a saucer, and beautiful butterflies flew in the air.

All this happened in an instant, the originally desolate valley has become a paradise, the stream is bubbling, the bluebird is circling, the faint streamer is wandering among the peach blossoms, and the rich fragrance of flowers is coming to the nose.

At the same time, the stone statue that had not moved for 10,000 years suddenly moved, and a beam of light shot out from the center of his eyebrows, right in the middle of the glowing Bright Holy Sword in Ling Xiao's body.

"In the era of ten thousand years, I have finally waited for you, welcome to you, son of the great inheritance!"