"In the next life, I wish to be a towering tree, which will protect you eternally, not blown by the cold wind and not beaten by the torrential rain. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"In the next life, I wish to turn a warm breeze into a gentle soothing of your sad soul."

"In the next life, I wish to be a spring grass to nourish the land where you once lived, our home."

"In the next life, I wish to turn into a ray of sunshine and warm your 。。。。。。"

A soft moan came from Dusty Wind's ears, as if it had passed through endless years, from the distant past to this life, immortal.

With a deep sense of sorrow and a strong unwillingness.

Dusty Wind closed his eyes, his hand gently touched the body of the towering tree, and countless pictures suddenly appeared in his mind: in a originally barren land, empty, unable to see the edge at a glance, not even a single grass, suddenly, one day, the earth and the sky, there was a strong vibration, the void became unstable, a huge void crack suddenly appeared in the sky, as if it was forcibly torn apart by a pair of giant hands, and then, a man walked out of the crack, that man, is a middle-aged man, He is majestic, majestic, like a mountain peak, he stands in the sky out of thin air, covering the sky, like a supreme invincible object, wisps of supreme qi from his body, he is a person who seems to be able to override the ancient and modern future, mighty, but there are wisps of blood hanging at the corners of his mouth, he is wearing a simple robe, but his robe is covered with red blood, and the robe is tattered, hanging on the body like strips of cloth.

Dusty Wind couldn't see his face clearly, but he could vaguely see that his face was extremely pale, and the middle-aged man was still coughing up blood, his eyes were dull, full of all kinds of emotions, some sadness, some desolation, but more anger and extreme unwillingness.

"Roar." The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and roared, letting out an unyielding roar, but it was full of endless helplessness and grievance.

The whole heaven and earth trembled in his roar, and cracks opened in the void one after another, as if they could not bear the power of his roar, and the sky and the earth were about to collapse.

"We lost, what if I am the supreme, I can't rewrite the facts, even the two supreme adults lost, and the body of the fall exploded, woo woo 。。。。。。"

The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and cried sadly, his voice choked, and he was crying.

"The last piece of pure land is 。。。。。。"

In the picture in Dusty Wind's mind, the middle-aged man has been saying something, but Dusty Wind can't hear it really, it is vague, and he can only hear a few words.

Finally, the middle-aged man landed on the barren land, and he stumbled and lost his soul.

"Rest here in peace." The middle-aged man whispered.

Then, with a wave of his hand, countless things appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground, but those things looked so bloody and terrifying, some of those things were a finger bone, some were a human head, some were a broken thigh, some were a tattered clothes, some were a big sword broken in two, some were a broken small ding, some were a wisp of black hair stained with blood, and some were a tattered intestine, fragmentary, dense, spilled from the sky, there were thousands, too many to count.

Those things fell on the ground and scattered, and then the middle-aged man waved his hand, and the soil on the ground surged, burying all the bones, hair, and broken weapons, and turning them into mounds, with no inscriptions, only small mounds like dirt bags.

Thousands of nameless graves were formed, densely packed, and filled the land.

The middle-aged man's face was sad, he walked to the center of the cemetery, the brilliance was shining, around his body, dozens of black cloth packages appeared, he personally dug up the soil with one hand, and then he carefully put a dozen black cloth packages under the soil and buried them.

Then, he stretched out his hands, his palms sliding, as if he was evolving the supreme mystery, his palms were glowing, shining and translucent, one rune after another appeared, dozens of stone tablets appeared out of thin air, and the middle-aged man used supreme mana to create a stone tablet synthesized with runes out of thin air.

The middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the ground, he picked up a rune stone tablet, carved something on the inscription with his fingers, and whispered softly while carving: "In the next life, I wish to be a towering tree, which will protect you forever。。。。。。 ”

When he finished carving all the stone tablets, Chenfeng suddenly found that the originally majestic middle-aged man seemed to have aged for endless years, his temples appeared white hair, and then, the whole hair was white, his face was gradually aging, his body was gradually withering, rickety, atrophiing, and suddenly became a dying old man.

"In the next life, I wish to be a towering tree, which will protect you forever, not blown by the cold wind and 。。。。。。 by the torrential rain."

"Died in battle until the last moment, the indomitable spirit of war, in order to protect our homeland。。。。。。"

"You are all heroes of heaven and earth。。。。。。"

The middle-aged man made a sound of vicissitudes, the sound gradually changed from large to small, until it became nothing, and then, his body gradually melted, turned into a seed, and gently fell on this barren land, the years changed, this small seed took root and sprouted, became a small tree, and then passed endless years, as if there was an era as long, the small tree slowly became larger, until it became a towering tree.

The picture is gone.

Dusty Wind opened his eyes, and at this moment, his heart was full of sorrow, as if he was infected by the picture.

"The indomitable spirit of war, who died in battle until the last moment, in order to protect our homeland。。。。。。"

"The Last Pure Land 。。。。。。"

Paragraphs of vague words lingered in Chenfeng's heart.

"Endless years ago, what happened, there were so many supreme people who died in battle, even the Supreme was helpless, and the battle ran out of oil." The dust wind muttered to himself, and there was an indescribable depression in his heart.

"Why do you say that this is the last pure land, do you mean here, or the entire outside world, the five continents and seven seas." At this moment, Dustwind has countless questions.

Dustwind stood up, and he walked among the graves, and then, with his hands, he dug up a small dirt bag.

Soon, a finger bone appeared in front of his eyes, the mutilated finger bone, only three fingers, the other two fingers are missing, the mutilated finger bone, emitting a glowing white light, wisps of breath emitted.

Dusty Wind was surprised, he picked up the finger bone, but what surprised him was that this small finger bone was very heavy, enough to weigh 10,000 catties, and the white light emitted was amazing, like a fairy breath.

"Is this the finger of an immortal?" Dustwind was puzzled, but he was quite sure that this was the immortal's finger bone.

"Could it be that these countless graves are buried with the things of immortals? That's incredible. Dusty Wind didn't dare to think about it, he couldn't believe it, but it was so, he dug up several graves in a row, and the things that came out of them all exuded an amazing aura, as amazing and heavy as a fairy aura, and countless years have passed, and they have not decayed, and they are still intact.

These things that exude immortal aura are all exuding wisps of soft brilliance, as if they recognize the touch of the dust wind, otherwise, if ordinary monks touch them, they will inevitably be dispersed by the immortal aura at the first time, and their bodies will die.

"The immortal immortal tomb, the immortal god tomb, all the immortals buried here are immortal beings, it's too incredible to imagine." Dustwind was surprised, he now believed the words of the gluttonous demonic beast before he died.

"In the distant past, there must have been an unimaginably tragic battle, there were thousands of immortal beings participating in the war, and even the Supreme Immortal King fell, and the Supreme couldn't rewrite the battle situation, and also, the supreme beings who were born into the big tree, the cry before death, even the two supreme beings were shattered, and what kind of cultivation could be called an adult by the Supreme? Could it really be a transcendent figure? ”

"But, how is it possible, above and above the Supreme, transcendent, a real legendary figure, invincible, even able to play with fate, immortal and immortal, the heavens are trampled under their feet, how can that kind of character have his body shattered and die?"

Dustwind stood in the middle of the graveyard, his brow furrowed in disbelief.

In the end, Dusty Wind buried all the things of the immortal creatures that he had dug up one by one, and then he walked under the big tree.

"No matter what happened in the past, I am now, I am not qualified, I don't have the strength to understand, maybe it really has something to do with me, I can witness this scene, maybe it's just a coincidence, let me meet, or, these are all illusory, unreal, but, in any case, when one day I am qualified to know the truth, I will explore." Dusty Wind sat cross-legged under the big tree and said firmly.

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