Seeing the figure of the six skull elders disappear into the main hall, the other elders glanced at each other and did not speak again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Several people retracted their gazes, stood up and bowed to the Great Elder sitting at the top, and consciously retreated.

It wasn't until everyone had exited the main hall that the Great Elder, who had been silent all the time, opened his eyes.

"Buried one era after another, in the end, who will bury me? Alas! The old man's eyes seemed to have seen through the long river of time, looking at the times that were buried in the long river of time.

Reincarnation, the repetition of old things, in the end, who will bury them with their own hands?

It's him? Or is she?

He doesn't know!

Walking through the endless void and watching the back of the six elders leaving through the many prohibitions, the old man opened his mouth, and finally only let out a sigh!

"Alas!"

The voice is like crying and complaining, like grief and complaining.

It seems that endless reincarnation, blood and chaos of old things, are all contained in this sigh.

After a long time, the black-clothed Great Elder withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes again, and slowly, the vitality dissipated in his body, and finally became nothing.

It was as if sitting there was a corpse that had died millions of years ago, never woken up!

In the depths of the southern frontier, when the Great Elder's vitality had completely receded, the Skeleton Six Elders who had left the main hall had already penetrated the prohibitions and reached the periphery of the forbidden land.

Outside of the last prohibition, the 100,000 mountains were already in sight, and looking at the Skeleton Sixth Elder, his face was not only not excited, but full of solemnity.

Different from the previous prohibitions, the previous prohibitions were laid down by their ancestors to protect the ancestral shrine of the forbidden land and the secrets of darkness.

And this outermost prohibition is a seal, the culprit who has sealed their clan for millions of years, making it impossible for them to return to the world.

And the person who laid the seal, even if he may have already suffered a wound and died in the long river of history, this seal, after millions of years of consumption, is still a deadly poison for their clan.

Even with his strength, it is not easy to get through.

Looking back at the ancestral shrine that could no longer be seen, and looking at the 100,000 mountains outside the prohibition, the six elders of the skeleton did not hesitate any longer, gritted their teeth, and resolutely burrowed into this forbidden seal.

He couldn't back down, even if he knew he might die, because he had a reason why he couldn't back down!

Behind him, there are his people, and there is his beloved Great Elder!

His people longed for the baptism of blood and war, and they needed to erect an immortal monument to their people with a funeral song of destruction.

His beloved Great Elder's Divine Soul had run out of oil, and his immortal body had allowed him to live forever from that ancient era, but the million-year-old seal had not been replenished, and the Great Elder's Divine Soul had been carved with the scars of time.

Only the power of darkness can rekindle the vitality of the Great Elder.

With a firm belief in his heart, the six elders of the skeleton stepped into the heavy seal.

Stepping in, the surrounding scene changed instantly, and as far as the eye could see, there was no way forward, and looking back, it was a Jedi.

The Skeleton Six Elders seemed to be banished into nothingness.

It's just that he didn't fear, he didn't stagnate.

Under his feet, he moved forward slowly but surely.

Lift your feet, move forward, and land your feet.

Click!

A thunderclap sounded, and at the moment of the thunder, the six elders flashed to the side without hesitation, his body just flashed out, and before he could stabilize his footsteps, a purple lightning bolt struck the place where he had just been fighting.

There, the space shuddered and came to the brink of shattering.

The power of thunder is terrifying, if he hadn't dodged quickly, even with his immortal body, if he encountered this thunderous blow, he would have lost half his life.

Dodging the blow of thunder and lightning, the six elders of the skeleton did not stop in the slightest and continued to move forward under their feet.

Another step, and the next moment, the wind sounded.

The sixth chapter of the skeleton was prepared and quickly sideways, but even if he was prepared, after all, it was not the time of total victory, and this dodge was half a step slower after all.

The hurricane blew through his left arm, which he had not been able to dodge in time.

In the next moment, his left arm, starting from his shoulder-to-shoulder, turned into nothingness.

Wrapping the wounds with the power of the Dark Source and resisting the erosion of the power of the hurricane, the Skeleton Six Elders continued to move forward.

Another step, an invisible fluctuation in the space came.

This time, with the lesson of the last time, the six elders of the skeleton made an earlier dodge.

The moment he dodged, a spatial blade tore through the space and slashed behind him.

The invisible spatial power touched the corner of his clothes, and a piece of black cloth was cut off, swept into the spatial turbulence, and was instantly torn into invisible ions.

In this way, one step at a time, in the face of such a terrifying prohibition that can be called a lore, the six elders of the skeleton firmly and resolutely walked in the direction of the outside of the prohibition.

He didn't think about whether he could get out of this ban, he didn't think about what he would do if he died.

Even if he died, his intrusion weakened the power of the prohibition and increased the probability of future generations breaking through.

That way, one day, his people will be able to get out of this sealed land.

In that case, he will die a well-deserved death!

The Sixth Elder of the Skeleton walked slowly and firmly, killing one step at a time, and with every few steps, his body would be covered with scars, large or small.

Halfway through the ban, he had already lost an arm and half a soles of his feet, and the right side of his body was also stabbed by a flaming spear because he couldn't dodge, leaving a transparent hole in front and back!

Halfway through, the Sixth Elder of the Skeleton was already faltering, his body shaking, and he looked like he might fall to the ground at any moment.

It stands to reason that in such a situation, he can't get through the last half of the ban.

However, what makes life wonderful is that it is full of accidents.

After half of the ban was passed and most of his life was lost, the luck of the six elders of the skeleton became surprisingly good.

On the next road, he can always predict the danger in advance, and even if he can't predict it, he can avoid the fatal crisis when the danger is imminent.

Until they reached the outskirts of the prohibition, the six elders of the skeleton did not encounter any more danger and did not suffer the slightest scar.

It's just that at this point, he still hasn't taken it lightly.

He knew that with that fat man's means, in this outermost place, there would definitely be the deadliest prohibition, and in his current state, whether he could break through or not could only be resigned to fate.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth, and the six elders of the skeleton still took one step at a time, walking towards the place outside the forbidden area.

He was ready to be killed, and even thought that even if he died, he would be able to consume this outermost deadly prohibition.

It's just that when he took a step, standing on the land outside the forbidden area, the six elders of the skeleton were dumbfounded.

Without any attack, without any danger, he passed the last hurdle so easily, and stepped into the outside world alive!

At this moment, the Sixth Elder of the Skeleton had the urge to cry!

Nima, dead fat man, don't take you to be such a fool!

Your six grandfathers are all ready to die, but you didn't leave anything behind, so you let your grandfather walk out alive.

Glancing back at the prohibition whose power had been weakened a lot, the Skeleton Six Elders felt a strong urge to scold their mother.

If he has experienced the influence of earth culture, he will definitely jump out and say, Nima, fairy tales are really deceitful!

Not to mention that the six elders of the skeleton were secretly happy that they had walked out of the prohibition alive, but they said that at the same time that the six elders of the skeleton stepped out of the ban, in Qufu Academy, an old man in white robes who was sitting under a tree lecturing seemed to have something in his heart, and suddenly stopped half-talking.

Ignoring the student's suspicious gaze, the old man turned his head with a solemn face, and a pair of eyes passed through the heavy space, looking straight in the direction of southern Xinjiang.

The next moment, in the stunned gaze of the disciples, the white-robed old man took a step, and his figure had disappeared into the Qufu Academy, leaving only the books that he had just held in his hands and a group of inexplicable students.

At the same time, the State of Qi and the Jixia School Palace.

When the six elders of the skeleton stepped out of the ban, they were taking the sage sister, Xun Sheng's little brother and his own little apprentice to visit his "Summer Palace", and he also turned his head to look in the direction of southern Xinjiang.

His eyes shattered into the void, and his eyes saw the situation around the Skeleton Six Elders and him directly.

Feeling the disgusting dark aura on the other party's body, Mu Feng's lips opened slightly, and the laws of heaven and earth quickly converged, and the word "Zhu" was about to take shape in the void.

It's just that, the next moment, as if sensing something, he shook his head and chuckled, wielding the power of the law that was called around him.

"Interesting, since that's the case, it's better to keep it and ...... later. Make toys for the little ones! Muttering a few words in a low voice, Mu Feng withdrew his gaze in the direction of southern Xinjiang.

"What...... What the? Hearing Mu Feng's whispered to himself, the sage sister and Xun Sheng's little brother beside him all looked at him with a confused expression, not understanding what his words meant.

"Huh? Sorry, forgot you existed! Embarrassed to express his apologies, Mu Feng said casually, "It's nothing, it's just some small things." ”

Hearing Mu Feng's answer, the faces of Sister Sage and Xun Jing froze.

Nima!

Forget that we exist, what the hell is this answer?

Do you mean that because you have forgotten our existence, you talk to yourself?

However, Pastoral Sage, please explain that in your worldview, is it really polite to forget the existence of people around you?

Also, what kind of answer is your perfunctory sentence "nothing, some trivial things"?

We're asking seriously, okay? You just give such a perfunctory answer, is it really okay?

Just when the two half-saint sisters and brothers were slandered because of Mu Feng's perfunctory and inappropriate words, their teacher, the first saint between heaven and earth, Kong Sheng, had already penetrated the endless space and reached the southern boundary of the territory, the depths of the 100,000 mountains.

Standing in the depths of the 100,000 mountains, looking at the secret marks left by the touched himself, Kong Sheng's face was full of complexity.

This is not the first time he has come to this place.

Last time, the newly sanctified man explored the 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, and the final place he arrived at was the periphery of this prohibition.

It was also at that time that he deeply experienced the horror in the depths of southern Xinjiang.

He knew that within this prohibition was the great terror of blood and chaos, the source of evil.

He remembered the images he had seen on the periphery of the forbidden area.

Even in the realm of his saint, he still felt a sense of inner horror when he witnessed the remnants of the images from an unknown number of epochs ago through the power of prohibition.

At that time, a saint like him was like a mustard!