"Tick!"

Teardrops fell on the stone slabs in the empty stone hall, and the echoes of the hollows were clearly audible.

Ning Ye closed his eyes, no longer able to bear to look at the poignant mural on the wall that seemed to have some kind of touching magic, and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face.

He also knew why he was crying, and he was so unbearable that he burst into tears on the spot, like a young child with a very bad psychological endurance.

But in fact, since this period of time, with the cultivation of swishing upwards like a rocket, his joy, anger and sorrow that normal human beings should have, correspondingly gradually seem to be frozen and solidified, and in the development of the development is estimated to reach the state of mind of the saint who does not like things and does not feel sorry for himself, to put it mildly, that is, the whole heart is gradually weathered into a stone, and everything that happens in the outside world will no longer have ups and downs.

It stands to reason that you will not be touched by the ancient past carved and recorded on the wall in front of you, and you will not be so out of shape and burst into tears at a glance.

But that feeling of being like a knife is so real.

It's like ...... The girl in the mural who sacrificed her life to forge a sword is like her own daughter Xiao Pian, an important person in her life who cannot give up her life.

"You...... Who exactly? Did I know you thousands of years ago? ”

Ning Ye, who had calmed down a little, opened his eyes again, stared at the martyred girl in the mural, and whispered dreamily.

Now he is no longer the one who didn't understand anything before, and stupidly regarded Xiao Pian, the daughter who recognized his father on the street, as someone else's child who was lost. It's not the high school student who stayed on campus every day, only thought about getting a good job with a good salary after graduating from college, and then lived an ordinary and happy life with the person he liked......

Sadness and responsibility, just one kind, can make a boy grow up quickly, let alone both.

What's more, Ning Ye also clearly knows that he is different from the beings in this world, because in essence, he is not a person, but a fruit that hides many secrets and various past life entanglements.

Since he was a thousand years ago, he was able to meet Long Liu, who was only an ignorant half-grown girl at the time, and involved this love debt that had been entangled for thousands of years.

So, did you also witness the great history of the rise of the human race in ancient times, and if so, what role did you play in it, was it eaten as a fruit, or what indispensable role did you play in it, and most importantly, what kind of past did you have with the martyred girl in the mural?

All kinds of chaotic thoughts came one after another, filling Ning Ye's mind.

He had thought about the possibility of being involved with the ancient saint of the glorious human race, but because he felt that it was too bizarre, this thought was only fleeting.

It is also true that with that ancient sage, who can even cut the heavens, how could he be so miserable as himself, if it weren't for the blessing of the two big guys, Long Liuxi and the sword master, I don't know who swallowed it into his stomach and ate it and digested it.

In Ning Ye's cognition, the ancient sage was an omnipotent existence, creating exercises suitable for the cultivation of the human race, leading the human race, which existed as food for domestic animals at that time, to rise step by step.

However, although the other party succeeded in having everything in the end, he paid the price of his dear sister's death, which should be the biggest regret in his life.

Ning Ye couldn't help but think of such a picture in his mind-

A young man dressed in black and ink, sitting on the supreme throne, countless Terran sages knelt on the ground in submission, and chanted their king feverishly.

In the earth-shattering noise, the young man sitting on the throne did not hear it, there was no trace of joy on his cold face, and his eyes did not fall on the people under his feet, and he did not see all living beings, but always lowered his head slightly, looking at the first sword in the world that had been forged with everything on his side, his eyes were as deep as water, full of untouchable sadness.

The kind of loneliness and loneliness that exists forever in the world, even though it is surrounded in the most noisy places in the world.

……

Ning Ye, who had calmed down a little, finally looked away from the mural with the presence of a girl and looked at the next one, which was also the seventh mural.

For the legendary existence of the ancient sage who changed the times by himself, Ning Ye is still full of curiosity, after all, in the existing classics, there are very few records about this saint, even the third brother who is the young master of the Nangong family and Long Liuxi, who is the true dragon of Shenzhou, and others, know very little about this saint, and that period of history seems to have broken out of thin air, and there has been a large period of blank period.

Unexpectedly, in the most strict forbidden place of the Oriental Family, there were detailed mural records about the saint's past, which is enough to prove that the Oriental Family has a lot of hidden information about the ancient period, which is really unusual.

Could it be...... In order to hide what?

However, that saint led the human race to the present light, and he is the greatest hero who deserves it, even if he receives the incense of eternity, what can be hidden about the saint's past?

Shouldn't it be made public so that more monks can remember this history?

Ning Ye, who couldn't figure out the reason, looked at the mural.

"The saint held high in his hand the first sword in the world that was forged with the life of his closest relatives as his soul, and stepped into the sky!" This is the content of the seventh mural, which should record the saint's feat of slaying the sky.

And the eighth mural is already after the slashing of the sky-

"When the saint returned from slashing the sky, all the people surrendered and bowed, but the sword that slashed the sky seemed to have suffered some huge injury and was completely broken into two."

This mural is enough to show the tragedy of the battle of slaying the sky, the sword is broken, and the ancient sage, who is the master, will naturally not be easy.

"On the throne of the highest, all beings fell to their knees and shouted feverishly for their king on the throne. And the young man on the throne never raised his head, looking at the sword in his hand with sad eyes, although it had already been connected, but the spirit of this sword that cut the sky was not there, and it was completely useless.

Around the fresco, it is shown that a massive human royal city is being built"

This is the content of the ninth mural, and as a bystander, Ning Ye, who saw this picture that he had imagined before, couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

Although through the fresco, he can still clearly feel the loneliness and loneliness in the heart of the saint who ascended the throne in the mural.

It's like having a powerful and incomparable power, but losing the person you wanted to protect in the first place.

Therefore, even if you have everything in this world, you still don't feel happy.

Ning Ye's gaze shifted slightly, looking at the tenth mural, which was also the last and the grandest one in the main hall—

"It seems like a long, long, long time has passed...... All kinds of human cities have sprung up to occupy the land, but the first human city built at the beginning, which is also the high platform of the royal city where the saint is located, is an extremely bloody and miserable scene.

The body of the ancient saint was pierced through the body by dozens of sharp swords, nailed to the ground, and the blood flowing out was like a blooming beautiful red lotus, blooming and covering the entire high platform.

In mid-air, nearly a hundred human races floating in the void looked at everything they were doing below with a smug smile on their faces, and they didn't seem to expect that this saint, who had been regarded as a king since ancient times, was just in vain, and his cultivation was so low that he was completely vulnerable.

The sword that had long since lost any spiritual charm and was broken at the touch of an ordinary mortal iron, was tightly held in the hand of the dead saint, and the sword was completely soaked in blood. Just like the saint who held this sword back then, he cut the sky for the human race and returned, and opened the peace of eternity!

In the hands of one of the Terrans, he was clutching a freshly cut off head that was still bleeding and was ...... It is the head of an ancient saint.

On the top of the saint's head, the eyes that had been splattered with blood were not closed until death, or rather...... It is for Ken closure.

In those eyes that were not closed until death, there was no anger betrayed by the Terrans, nor was there any kind of doubts that were unresolved until death, but a calm like a mirror lake without a trace of waves, that kind of peace like death, although as a saint, he had already been killed by the Terrans who led him out of the dark age......

This is the highest platform in the royal city, so high that it seems that you can reach out to the moon and pick up the stars, and the audience admires and worships on weekdays.

And at this moment, this head was held high as a trophy, and the eyes that had not been closed until death, as calm as death, were looking at the countless thriving human cities below, looking at the nearly 100 human races who had become so powerful through their own cultivation exercises, and looking at the heavenly path that had been beheaded at the cost of the life of his dear sister......

He looked at it all calmly, as if he were ......

Met the sentient beings! ”

The saint died?

He still died under the sword of the Terran race he led, and died in the hands of the exercises he created for the Terran race.

"The hosts! You have sacrificed so much, even the little princess has paid for her life, but in exchange for such a shameless betrayal of the human race! Let Bai Xuan accompany you, master, and destroy this filthy world together! ”

There was such a voice behind him, and his tone was full of bitter hatred and coldness.

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