Shaking the light walked around Fang Xiaotang a few times, and saw that there was no pain on her face, but a bright and dusty temperament floating all over her body, as if there was a bright moon on the sea. At the same time, the breath of the fairy road is faintly circulating, and it will not disperse for a long time.

Therefore, the shaking light still did not mess around, but waited by his side and waited patiently.

Suddenly, there was a strange movement in their ears, even if they were very indifferent, they almost couldn't hear it, but the people present, who was not a high-level monk, how could they pretend not to hear it?

The continuous breath reverberated and shook their hearts in an instant!

It was as if there were gongs and drums ringing from that desolate land, empty and filled with mourning, and then, a faint bell reverberate, circulating real sorrow, ethereal but vast.

"Where the hell is this commotion coming from?"

Many people were shocked and inexplicable, and their eyes quickly swept around, but they found nothing.

The sound of the drums and the sound of the bells filled with the breath of death, as if a grand sacrifice was being carried out, as if it had been isolated from an era, sounded from the underground, which could not help but make people feel a chill in the back.

"It's ....... It's a bit similar to the ancient saints of the pre-Qin Dynasty who worshiped the gods between heaven and earth? ”

Fiercely, the loud movement became more and more vast, as if the Hanhai was rippling, and the ancient sound of the sacrifice of heaven and earth was connected, cutting through the ancient years of the gods, and the seclusion and majesty came, and it has affected the current world.

It seems that hundreds of millions of people are worshipping and praying to an ancient god who will never fade, and in a trance, it is a grand and extremely grand dynasty to worship the former sages at the pinnacle, with three steps and nine kowtows.

At the same time, the continuous sound of nine passionate drums was like a dragon's roar, and suddenly spread throughout the heavens, shaking the sun and the moon, and shaking the desert, as if there were fragments of ancient memories constructed in the magma mouth of the earth........

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Not only Fang Xiaotang, at this time, they all had a burst of absurd experience, as if they were in such an era, witnessing the picture of the ancient sages and sages crisscrossing the vast desert and looking up to the splendid world, followed by a grand sacrifice on a large scale.

In my ears, it seems that I can clearly hear the ancient sound of sacrifice, endlessly!

However, in fact, they saw nothing, there was no real picture, and all this speculation depended entirely on the speculation that sounded in their ears like a dragon's groan, like a roar, like a vast crowd of people worshipping heaven and earth together.

Soon, they quickly woke up from their contemplation, but their ears were still ringing with the lingering aftermath of the swan song.

The words of mourning that seemed like desolation still lingered around them, sending chills down their spines.

"You see, the carved picture on the bridge is flowing with real brilliance, as if it is about to come to life......."

At this moment, the fairy glow in the sky was pervasive, and everyone could clearly see every carved picture of the bridge, like a light source, sprinkling a little star-like glittering light.

However, it doesn't look like he has recovered any divine power, but the loss of divinity like a terminal illness has become more quaint and broken, but the faint Qinghui on Fang Xiaotang's body is even more prosperous.

The simple strokes on the carved picture of the broken bridge are almost the same as the picture they associate in their minds, even if it is very blurry, they can still vaguely distinguish an ancient emperor praying to heaven and earth, and all the people behind him are bowing their heads.

It can be seen that

It seems that the source of all this mystery comes from the broken bridge.

It seemed that hundreds of millions of starlight were sprinkled on the sky, but it flowed out from the carved diagram of the Broken Bridge, and quickly rushed towards Fang Xiaotang's body, completely submerging into Fang Xiaotang's body.

The mottled carvings are lingering with rusty rust, but there is no way to eliminate the forbidden areas of the ancestors of the reckless period and the vast land, at this time, each picture is shining brightly, as if it may be revived at any time, and at the same time, the imprints of many ancient beasts and demon birds are becoming more and more real, as if these carvings alone contain all kinds of mysterious powers, and are about to come out of the wall.

"You see, the figures and artifacts above are spitting out ......."

At this moment, everyone realized the special nature of this place, an ancient sword with a dark body, with a blazing demonic flame on it, shining brightly. A fluttering girl with long sleeves, dressed in a cyan sacrificial ancient robe, seems to be likely to shatter the void and turn into an immortal at any time. There is also an old woman with her back to all beings, overlooking the mountains and rivers, and there seems to be a faint sense of mourning on her body.

On the contrary, the remnants of the broken bridge that become the background look ordinary, but they do not look ordinary. There is a sense of decay and magic, as if the snow-capped land of Sanchun is dotted with the greenery of the Ganges sand.

"You look at the carving on this, it just depicts a road map from west to east?"

They gathered around, staring at the carved figure above, and suddenly there was a lot of talking, and they were all panicked.