Mengjun had to keep nodding his head, without words, he felt that he who had always been knowledgeable couldn't even insert a word in front of Nangong Fan, after all, he only had a one-sided understanding of the history of the human race when he accepted the inheritance.

is like Nangong Fan, there is a witness of modern history as a teacher, and he is accompanied by a blood demon who can be called a "living history book".

Mengjun had a strong interest in his eyes, after all, according to his own thinking, he was going to embark on a path that no one in this galaxy had ever walked on, and some of the deeds of the sages might bring him great inspiration.

He can afford to lose, but the Terrans in the Orc Star Sea can no longer afford to lose, and he does not allow himself to talk about the Terrans dragged into the Sea by himself. Even if it only adds a little chance of success, he will pay the full price for it.

"I'll take you to a good place, how about you tell me all the deeds of the sages you know?"

Nangong Fan was stunned for a moment, looking at the twelve Chen Ming who didn't take his words to heart at all, he helplessly held his head and nodded at Mengjun, even if there was no benefit, as long as Mengjun was interested in listening, he was willing to tell him everything he knew.

The splendid history of civilization evolution of the human race is also a kind of inheritance, which inherits the fire of wages and salaries, and inherits the spirit of perseverance and courage of the human race.

Every forerunner hopes that there will be latecomers who will follow in their footsteps and push the entire human race into a more brilliant world. Now Mengjun has a tendency to become a latecomer, and all Nangong can do is to complete, agree, and encourage.

Mengjun smiled slightly, and slowly walked towards the huge tree trunk next to the avenue.

On this ancient avenue, more than a dozen people walked on it, even if they walked side by side, but it was only like a dozen ants crawling.

"The brilliance fluttering in the sky is actually formed by the condensation of rich aura, and the aura is already spiritual, so they fly in the sky like birds. Mengjun dutifully recounted the information he knew, "Such a ray of brilliance contains more aura than the entire spiritual vein that countless forces in the Nether Realm are vying for. It's a pity that we are inferior to the mortals in the lower realm in this realm, and we don't have the ability to capture even a trace of brilliance. ”

Nangong Fan's divine thoughts surged, and he really felt a faint barrier, the aura that could be easily absorbed in the lower realm was blocked by heaven and earth to absorb him, and it was half the effort.

In places where there is abundant spiritual energy, cultivation is slower? What is the reason? Could it be the influence of the general environment on cultivators?

The aura here is so rich that it can be seen with the naked eye, but it is all visible and intangible. can only pass the addiction, but the more I look at it, the more restless I become.

He is greedy! Swallowing these spiritual energy, refining it a little, and soaring in the day is not a dream.

No cultivator in the world could endure this temptation.

"It turns out that the ethereal aura can be so beautiful. Xiao Yanyi looked at the beautiful sky with a shiny eye, and no girl could refuse this beauty.

"Little rabbit, your shining eyes are more like a dragon than me!" Chen Long, who was a little arrogant, looked at Mao Rabbit with a gentle face.

The exercises left by Huang Taiyi seem to have transformed their bodies and temperaments. The rat is cautious and timid, and the ugly cow is honest and honest...... Pigs are lazy and gluttonous.

"It looks delicious. Zhu Ziyou's eyes narrowed into a slit, caressing his round belly, he was hungry again!

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth couldn't help twitching.

Mengjun smiled slightly, "This kind of aura is actually not something we can absorb today, it only takes a wisp to burst our body." This space seems to exist in another dimension, everything is a picture of countless years ago, without the disturbance of the outside world, time seems to have been frozen in the moment when this space is divided. There's really no life here, and that's my judgment now. ”

Mengjun spoke slowly, but only a few people listened to his heart.

Nangong Fan looked at the huge dead wood in front of him, which was not a little green, like a sharp sword piercing the sky more like a steep mountain peak.

With Mengjun's voice, they finally crossed the avenue, and just walking from one side of the road to the other made them sweat profusely.

Mengjun walked straight to the shade of the tree.

Nangong Fan followed Mengjun's route and looked straight ahead, and under the thick roots of a person, an ordinary stone tablet leaned against a tree trunk like a mountain.

In front of the stele there is a small earthen bag that is slightly raised.

The small dirt bag was covered with tattered black bloodstained clothing, and next to it was a broken wooden sword.

Sadness rose from his heart, looking at the torn clothes, Nangong Fan couldn't help but have a crystal teardrop in the corner of his eyes, and his mood gradually became heavy.

There is no glorious hall, there is no sacredness that even the body of life and death will remain in the world for a long time, it is just a small mound, a mound of clothes piled up at random!

The sages are gone, but the dream remains.

Nangong Fan Zhihai only grew a few flowers and bones, and the smoke swayed gently.

Nangong Fan seemed to see that in that gray era, an old man with gray hair and fairy wind bones stood on top of the bunker, holding a peachwood sword and scolding Fang Xuan.

Even when the black torrent came rushing in, he never took a step back.

He was like a beacon that lit the way for the Terrans.

He is like a breath of fresh wind, turning into a dream to bring immortal enlightenment to the human race.

"Young master, why are you crying?" Xiao Yanyi, as a girl, was still more meticulous than the other eleven big bosses, and her face instantly became very anxious.

Nangong Fan shook his head and did not answer.

He can't say that he saw his ancestors and was deeply touched by this, right? Those who were there might have thought he was crazy. stepped forward and walked side by side with Mengjun, and his expression became solemn and solemn.

"Menggong is actually an academic, but he still stood up without hesitation at that time. Pain welled up in Mengjun's eyes, "I actually knew the method of founding the academy for a long time, and even the effect, but I was still too inflated at that time when I got the inheritance. I always feel that if it is not my race, its heart will be different. Always trying to make a big difference. I killed tens of millions of Terrans in the Snake Star. ”

Nangong Fan patted Mengjun on the shoulder, "Revolutions always have to shed blood, and they always have to explore the right path." Until there is real success, no one dares to say which way is right. Even if you start an academy, you must have power in your hands, so that you don't become a vassal. ”

Mengjun chewed on what Nangong Fan said slightly, and he didn't know where so many profound words came from this kid's head?

Nangong Fan's eyes stared at the tattered clothes stained with blood stains, and there were golden flashes where there were fractures, but most of the places were still polluted by the blood stains on them, and his spirituality was lost.

On the broken wooden sword, black paw prints are clearly depicted, and black mist slowly rises from the paw prints, and whenever they want to escape, a light net emerges, and strange lines light up around the mound, binding and wiping out all the breath.

There's a big array guarding here!

After at least two or three billion years, the devil's claws are still extremely aggressive, and the big array is still intact.

The fierceness of the battle at that time can be imagined.

Mengjun stopped in front of the big array, and knelt down on the ground in front of him, he had never said a soft word to Karl, who had tormented him for ten years, this kneeling was natural and happy.

"Bang bang bang", three rings, the hard ground has no impact in the slightest, but Mengjun is bleeding from his head, and he is getting harder and harder every time.

He was reborn by this old man who had long since passed away, and even if he had never met him, he still regarded him as a teacher in his heart.

A teacher for one day, a father for life.

What's more, Menggong is still a sage with great merits, no matter what aspect is worthy of his worship.

Nangong Fan did not kneel, but he also joined his hands and bowed again and again.

Today, the human race is still proud of the Three Realms, and these departed sages have made indelible contributions.

Mengjun sat on the ground regardless of his image, muttering to himself, as if he wanted to get comfort from Menggong and ask Menggong to guide him in the direction of the road ahead.

Nangong Fan's gaze crossed Mengjun and put it on the stone tablet.

"Meng Huayin, born before the Three Realms, died in the War of the Three Realms. Before his death, he was the master of the Great Dream Academy, with peach and plum all over the world, and he had countless merits in his life and was very famous. During the Three Realms period, he held the front line for hundreds of millions of years with his old body, bringing precious time for the growth of the human race. But there are no bones left, the human race is sad, and the emperor is pitied.

Emperor Zhou Ming left a name for it with the list of gods - Killing Menggong!

After that, the human race, if you see this monument, disrespectful and disrespectful, kill!

If there is a killing intent within a radius of a hundred miles, kill!

The last general, 'Oriental Enemy', was ordered to personally kill the dream of the public here. ”

The two words "kill" cut off the mountains and rivers, traversing the long river of time from that distant era, and unfolding in front of Nangong Fan's eyes.

Nangong Fan seemed to see a tall body standing with a gun in front of him, wielding a spear in his hand, piercing the mountains and rivers with a spear, painting out of thin air on the strange divine stone.

This is an eternal mark, each word is condensed with different marksmanship, and even those who are destined can peek into it to comprehend the supreme way of the spear.

This stele is a sacred book of gunslingers.

It is similar to the sword tablet that Nangong Fan has not seen before on the Shushan Sword School.

The sword is a gentleman, and the gun is a general.

The generals who are active on the battlefield are most fond of spears, and most of them practice gunkelonging.

The spear is like a dragon, galloping on the battlefield. How many boys' dreams are hot-blooded?

Even if Nangong Fan has the influence of Kurosawa, he doesn't have the same good impression of guns as the military family.

What he likes is the chic fairy style of stepping on a flying sword across the sky.

The immortal is carefree, the immortal is free, the immortal is happy and hateful, what he wants is to be happy for a lifetime.

So Nangong Fan only glanced at it a few times and then let go of the idea of enlightenment, but his eyes still stayed on the stone tablet.

"Fengshen Bang! Emperor Zhou Ming!" Nangong Fan's eyes were deep, and the characters who had listened to stories were presented in front of him in this manner.

"Did the big dream seniors also go?" The figure of the blood demon appeared on Nangong Fan's shoulder, with sadness in his eyes.

Nangong Fan tilted his head slightly to look at the Blood Demon Son, it was the first time he had seen the Blood Demon Son so sentimental.

"After the people of Baizi Academy become gods, they will go to the battlefield for 10,000 years. At that time, I went to the 'Dream Killing Fortress' guarded by the predecessors of Dameng. Before the War of the Three Realms, the Great Dream Academy was the third largest college in the entire human world, and the War of the Three Realms suddenly happened, and after 10,000 years, the Great Dream Academy in Middle-earth proposed the plan of the Hundred Sons Academy, donating its own school, and the old dean went out of the mountain to the forward fortress to sit in the town. The Blood Demon Son sighed slowly, his eyes looked at the huge fortress that connected the heavens and the earth, and his eyes were full of nostalgia, "It is this fortress, I have spent a whole ten thousand years here, at that time, I was one of the most dazzling Tianjiao of the entire human race, and I was full of spirit, except for the other sons, there was no one cultivator in the same realm who was my one general." Then I went into a big rage and slaughtered to the depths of the battlefield in one fell swoop, just like you were in the Brute Bull Star, but even more desperate than you were at the time. It was the big dream senior who personally killed me out of the fortress and rescued me, and I was seriously injured for this. But he never blamed me......"

"When I was alive, I was still standing on the frontier, but I didn't expect the old-timers to die in the war. The Blood Demon Son was saddened, "I didn't expect to see this fortress again, and it no longer has the original taste." ”

"The remnants of the old-timed heroic spirits are on the god list, maybe it's an alternative immortality, right?" Nangong Fan sighed softly.