Immortal King, I hope you can take these children. The old man said.

If it was a normal time, he would definitely not be like this, but there was an immortal king standing in front of him, and with him in charge, the Border Desolate Emperor Pass in the rear was the safest place.

He couldn't bear to wipe out all the descendants of the Seven Kings, after all, he knew the final fate of the city, and that was too cruel for those children.

"Mother, what about my father, when will I come back?" Not far away, a four- or five-year-old child dressed in a torn animal skin coat with holes in it asked.

"I'll be back when you're older." The woman had tears in the corners of her eyes, and she comforted her child like this.

"What about the eldest brother, the second brother, and the third brother, why don't they come back?" The little one asked.

The woman couldn't help it, she wanted to cry, she had lost her husband and three children, and her heart was like a knife when she was questioned like this.

And such things are very common in the city, because almost all the young men died in battle.

"Grandmother, when will I see my father, and my uncle, uncle, and brother have been gone for a long time, and they will never come." Not far away, in a corner, a very small girl timidly asked an old woman, "And grandfather, I have never seen him." ”

The old woman's body was dry and her face was wrinkled, and she did not speak, but stretched out a rough hand and gently rubbed the little girl's dirty cheeks.

"Why don't you go back with me?" Lingbao sighed and said.

"Immortal King, forgive me for not being like this." The old man shook his head numbly and said, "Let them go back, it is already against the ancestral teachings, and this city must be defended after all, if there is no one to guard it, and it is taken by the foreign land, even if you are in charge, it will be difficult to resist a dozen foreign ancient ancestors!" ”

When Lingbao heard this, he could only sigh helplessly again.

Maybe he can push this wilderness sideways, but it won't be long-term, because he will eventually leave this life.

Not long after, Lingbao set off again and walked towards the depths of the Primordial Imperial City.

The city is big, but it lacks life, and there are too few people.

The ancient city is majestic, although it is somewhat dilapidated, but it still has a majestic momentum.

It's a pity that only some women and children remain, and some sick and disabled people are guarding here.

The city is too big, and there are too few people.

"This is the king's dwelling place." The old man led Lingbao to a low mountain.

The foothills of this low mountain are overgrown with artemisia grass, as if it had been uninhabited for a long time, and it was quiet and silent.

On the mountain, there are dried up black blood stains, which are dry and lifeless.

Obviously, this is the last remaining king in the original imperial city.

But what is wrong with him now, whether he is still alive or not, even the people in the city do not know.

"See the king!" With reverence and reverence, the old man bowed here to the low mountain.

Suddenly, the low mountain glowed, very soft, and very quiet, spreading outward.

"You are very strong, standing but not standing, breaking the posture of a king." Clearly, this was the last remaining king who was speaking.

There is no coercion, no energy fluctuations, everything is so calm.

At the same time, he also said to the old man, "I know your intentions, take those children." ”

The old man's eyes immediately turned sour, muddy tears rolled down, he knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, Wang! ”

"It's useless for me to wait, and I'm suffering for the child." The last man who was left said this, sighing softly, very sluggish, like a withered yellow leaf falling.

"Maybe I can help you." Lingbao's eyes looked through the low mountain, saw the king, and said.

"I'm running out of time, and helping me is just a waste." The last man who was left said, "Armageddon is coming, this lonely city, this lifeless old land, may come to an end, and no longer exists, and you are in better shape than me, and you can play a greater role in leaving it for your own use." ”

"What do you perceive?" Lingbao asked.

"I've been restless these days, maybe just recently, I'm afraid there will be an immortal knock." The last man left reminded.

Lingbao nodded, he naturally knew about this, after all, he had personally experienced it, and knew that something big would happen in the next few days.

Then, the light of the low mountain was restrained, but the last word also came out, only two words - alive.

Obviously, the last remaining person was very depressed, even if he saw an immortal king in perfect condition, he was still not optimistic about Jiutian's side.

After leaving this low mountain for a long time, the old man didn't say anything, and he was alone, his eyes were a little glazed.

He knew that the last king, deep in his heart, was endless tiredness and sadness, and the battle was eternal, and the war spirit was exhausted, and the blood and soul would eventually return to the loess.

In the city, the children are very dull, they don't like to talk, they are quiet, even if it is the first time they see Lingbao, they are just silently watching.

This is caused by the depression caused by the great war, there is no laughter and laughter in the city on weekdays, they have no childhood, no immaturity, no happiness, some are just struggling to survive and defend the city.

Most of these children have lost their parents, lack the warmth they deserve, and are faced with cold earth, cold weapons, and blood and bones.

"When—"

The bell rang suddenly, and the eyes of everyone in the city suddenly widened, including the children, and they rushed to all parts of the city wall.

In their hands, they hold all kinds of magic weapons, all of which are mysterious and powerful.

"There is an enemy attacking, be on guard!" As the old man shouted, he also rushed in one direction, crossed the void, and came to a city wall, looking down.

As early as the first moment, a layer of light curtain had already been raised, guarding the entire Primordial Imperial City.

Beneath the city, there was a beast of great size, with the head of a lion and the tail of a crocodile.

Obviously, this was an extremely powerful beast, and when the old man saw it, his expression immediately froze.

"Fortunately, it's just a corpse, someone used his body to weigh the Imperial City again." The old man let out a sigh of relief, then waved his hand and asked the children to do it.

The communication between them was simple and almost without words.

A group of children were silent, but they were all resolute, and they were already standing in some special areas of the city wall, holding magic weapons, urging the divine power.

Rumble!

The wall seemed to come to life, emitting a glimmer of light, and then a huge sword slashed forward, slashing at the beast.

However, their little faces were all snow-white and lacked blood, and soon some people sat down cross-legged, silently reciting the sacrificial texts, and communicating with some of the "fires" in the city.

Those fires are very special, they are all skeletons, and there is immortal power permeating, and they are borrowing a trace of divine light, a wisp of divine light, and transmitting it through the magic weapon.

However, this seems simple, but it contains a big crisis.

Although the skeleton of that immortal-level creature was locked by the magic circle, it lent a little bit of power every time, but if a small cloud of immortal fire exploded, it would be enough for them to die ten thousand times.

In addition, if there is an accident in the process of conducting the Dharma instrument, it will be a great calamity.

"Is this how you have been fighting for so long?" Lingbao also came to the city wall at this moment and asked.

"What can I do if I was born here?" The old man said, although it was only a simple sentence, but it said everything.

Burst!

Some children have pale faces, although their strength is far superior to their peers, but after all, they are too young, and they spit out a mouthful of blood and fall to the ground.

Seeing this, someone immediately stepped forward and carried him away, taking care of him carefully.

"It's too bitter." Lingbao couldn't bear it, and then shook his fingers, and directly cut off the corpse of the fierce beast, and at the same time wiped out the wisp of will that was lodged in it.

It was at this moment that he discovered that there was some ominous substance in the carcass of the beast.

"Ominous...... Lingbao whispered, it was strange because he hadn't felt this substance in that realm before, at least not in the races he had seen.

At the same time, the old man also descended the city wall and dragged the beast into the city.

Soon after, there was a fire in the city, and it was the bones of the beast that were burning, forming a bonfire.

Lingbao stood aside, looked at the children who were sitting quietly, waiting for food without saying a word, and asked the old man, "For so many years, the rations you have insisted on are this kind of fierce beast meat?" ”

"Yes, but it's not good to eat too much of this kind of fierce beast meat, there are ominous substances, and it will cause strange diseases, otherwise, the divine power contained in some of the fierce beast corpses left by the ancient war in the warehouse is more abundant and more amazing." The old man replied.

At the same time, the old man also told Lingbao that the creatures in the foreign land were not only one or two fierce beasts, but also other races had more or less a trace, but it was just a matter of more and less.

"Didn't that realm notice it, or did it happen a long time ago, but let it go?" Lingbao pondered, and at this moment he felt that the so-called darkness and ominous origin were becoming more and more confusing.