Chapter 837: Memories in the Ruins

(Girls' Literature) The three-eyed thunderbird was suppressed, grabbing the cultivators who were exhausted and losing their resistance, and flew towards the distance into the sky.

King's Landing also rose into the air with his arms in his arms, Qin Jue frowned and glanced at each other, who gave him a calm look back.

Qin Jue nodded and followed. Followed by Zhong Tao, whose face was black and blue, led several surviving elders and elite disciples of the Zhong family forward.

After being frightened again and again, those old guys looked very panicked. Their robes looked like they had been baptized by a storm, and they were all riddled with holes like beggars.

The appearance of Zhong Tao is tantamount to a shot in the arm in the hearts of the few remaining disciples of the old and younger generations of the Zhong family, which boosts their spirits.

Zhong Tao's eyes swept away, and his eyes fell on Jiang Baiyang and Du Hong on the side. These two righteous sons that he cultivated single-handedly did not disappoint him, under the overall situation of so many deaths and injuries in the Zhong family, the two of them were still neatly dressed and were not hurt too much.

This is also due to the fact that before leaving, Zhong Tao gave the two righteous sons the necessary defensive energy stones to defend themselves, so during the terrifying period of the elemental rice grain blasting, the two of them dragged several elders and disciples to escape.

Compared with her sister Zhong Yaohua on the side, who was unkempt and disheveled, they were much more refreshing.

How did Zhong Tao know how unlucky his sister Zhong Yaohua was. Originally, when she saw that the situation was not good, with Zhong Yaohua's ability and the defensive stone, she could completely dodge and not be so embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the unconscious girl hugged her thighs violently, hung on her legs and refused to let go, causing her to almost fall into the abyss with the unfilial girl.

If she hadn't thrown out a few defensive stones to resist in a hurry, she would have followed the other juniors of the Zhong family to disappear by now.

Qin Shuntian, a ruthless man, is really not a vegetarian. She is not happy, how can she allow others to be better than half a point. At this time, Zhong Yaohua's thigh was cut by countless air currents, and she was already injured on her left arm, so she could stop the bleeding but the wound collapsed in the pulling, and her whole person was suddenly very bad.

When he glared at Dongfang Yaoyao, who was trembling on the side, his eyes were ruthless, and he couldn't wait to slap this unfilial girl off the eagle's back.

The Zhong family and his entourage, all gathered on a giant eagle at this moment, and the total number of people added up was thirteen, when the Zhong family Qiushui family united into the secret realm, there were more than one person, and where are the Qiushui people now?

The only remaining Zhong family is so sad that there are only thirteen people left. In addition to Zhong Tao's two sons, Dongfang Bei Dongfang Yaoyao, there were four elders and four elite disciples left, including Zhong Yaohua and Elder Ma.

Zhong Taomei stood gloomily in front of the eagle, squinting at the sky. Deep in his heart, he was still haunted by what he had just said, and the meaning revealed by the words of the little demon star seemed to mean that he had strangled his wife and children with his own hands.

The child in the belly of the Mo Fei Yi people is really his Zhong Tao's? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but regret it slightly, but now that the person has been killed by him, it is useless to regret it.

The Zhong family and Zhong Tao had a total of fourteen people, each standing on the back of the eagle with their own hearts, and followed the three-eyed thunderbird flock in front of them in one direction.

After about a stick of incense, the front was gradually shrouded in a faint mist. In the mist, everyone tried to keep their eyes open and look around, and they could see that there were broken ruins and cliffs everywhere, and a huge ancient ruin city appeared in front of them.

Piercing through the fog, you can see black boulders, scattered crookedly in all corners, the whole hue is pitch black, and from time to time some rusty blades lie messily under the boulders.

This place should have been after an extremely harsh war, after many years, although the bloodstains have been washed away by the passing years, but the faint solemn killing intent left behind still lingers in everyone's hearts.

Passing through this place, everyone's hearts felt heavy. Only against the sky, a pair of eyes are bone-turned, constantly looking at the surrounding environment.

King's Landing reached out and patted her gently on the back to soothe her, reaching out to secure her little head into his arms, but the latter still poked half of it out restlessly, looking condescendingly at the ruined ancient ruins of the city.

"Where is this?" The jack-of-all-trades poked out half of her head from behind, and when she saw her own king's frozen gaze attack, she hurriedly retracted her head again.

"Little master, according to records, this should be the oldest gathering place of the Nine Gods in the early days." There is no need to ask against the sky, the know-it-all immediately said, "It is equivalent to the place where the nine relict tribes meet and gather." ”

"There should be a Nine Divine Palace in front of it, a long, long time ago, this place should have been a very prosperous place. Each of the nine remnant tribes chooses an elder to guard this palace, and whenever there is something to discuss, the leaders of each tribe will lead their personal retinue to come here in an endless stream. The know-it-all opened his eyes and looked up at the sky dreaming, speculating on this prosperous scene.

However, with the description of the know-it-all, the eyes of the anti-sky gradually became hazy, and after a long time, I really saw an endless stream of chariots and horses gathered at the gate of this ancient ruin.

The centaur group who landed with their wings flapped and talked with their friends, and the half-human co-workers swept through the layers of dirt with their snake tails, and their cold eyes swept past the city gates.

And such a prosperous area has always been destroyed by a bloody war. Her gaze gradually withdrew from this misty memory, and forcibly reversed herself.

His brow furrowed slightly. She actually doesn't like this feeling of being out of control and forcibly taking her through time, this kind of situation of not being able to control her own power makes her feel a little unhappy.

"Doesn't anyone know that in the depths of the East China Sea Phantom Clouds, there is such a place of ancient ruins?" The jack-of-all-trades straightened his chest, and immediately patted his thin chest with his dry hand, "Little master, not everyone is like me, well-read and well-versed in the world. These old things from thousands of years ago have long disappeared from the crowd with the passage of time, and no one will remember these inconsequential things. Against the sky with a little emotion, the thought suddenly flashed through his heart again.

She thought of the wanton killing in the finale of the talent competition, and thought of the major families who had suffered heavy losses in the East China Sea Phantom Cloud this time.

These disciples of the family may cause a phenomenon of distraction in the next ten years, and the elite disciples in the sect have all died young, and the apprentices of the younger generation have not yet grown up.

Could all of this be man-made? A cold light swept through the depths of the sky's eyes. The Three-Eyed Thunderbird opened the way, huhula, and dragged the remaining disciples of the family to fly to the front of a completely dark palace.

Before he could get closer, a strong and ancient force swept over his face.