I can't describe how it felt along the way.

The dense soul of soldiers surrounded me and Pisheng, leaving only a path for me and Pisheng in the middle.

With every step I took, I could feel their powerful aura, with a sad blood-colored artistic conception, and a kind of expectation that seemed to have a thousand words but could not say anything.

I don't know if it's been wandering here for a thousand or two thousand years.

They've forgotten too many things, just like those ghosts in North City, all that's left is some instinct!

No, it shouldn't be instinct, it's obsession!

What this obsession is, I can't find out.

But with each step I took, an inexplicable panic exploded in my heart.

The broken armor of these soldier souls was inadvertently seen by me a few symbols that looked like formation patterns but not formation patterns, like runes but not runes!

Fundamentally speaking, the dead soul should not have any clothing or armor, because the essence of the soul is will! If there is, it is just a refraction of the memories of life.

And people's memory is sometimes wrong, it can deceive people, I don't dare to use guò to affirm anything.

But my heart is already beating violently! I didn't know any of these symbols, and I wasn't even sure if they were runes or formations, but I did see one or two very familiar symbols, maybe just slightly different, but they were also very revealing.

These two symbols are very similar to the symbols that can only be found on the weapons unique to demon hunters!

I remembered what the poor man had said, and he said that these soldiers had a similar aura to me!

I wanted to look back at the city behind me, and all I saw was still a billowing black fog.

But this discovery made me start to subconsciously pay attention to the broken armor on these soldiers' souls, and sure enough, this is not an accidental event at all, these armors have that kind of special symbol on them.

It's just that compared to the weapons of the demon hunters in the present world, the combination of symbols on these armors is much simpler, and I don't know what the effect is?

I looked at it, and I noticed that the weapons inserted into the red soil under my feet naturally did not exist, and they were still an illusion 'created' by the soldiers and souls here, but I was really even more shocked and excited, because these weapons were densely covered with this special symbol.

It's much more complicated than the armor, and although it's not as good as the weapons of the demon hunters in the world, it's closer to the weapons of the demon hunters than the armor!

And ordinary people may think that this is a decorative pattern.

I was a little stunned, and even walking became a subconscious behavior, and I remembered an idea I once had, I don't know which genius invented the weapon of the demon hunter, but I don't want this to be stored so early, even if the symbol has changed, but

I also know that the saying that the difference is a thousand miles, maybe my judgment is wrong.

However, I believe in the words of the poor man, this mysterious and poor child, who will not say without purpose that these soldiers have the same breath as me.

Thinking about this, thinking about the sense of summoning in the outer city before, I suddenly realized that I seemed to have touched a real secret, a secret that seemed to be the source of a qiē puzzle

I looked up at these soldiers again, and my eyes became hot and moved!

These are my predecessors, the real predecessors, who have been wandering here for thousands of years, but their flesh and blood, the weapons in their hands are a real Great Wall, and they are really guarding people, not pointing at their own people, falling into endless infighting.

By this time, I had already walked more than half of the plains.

Suddenly the corners of my clothes fluttered in my eyes, and I looked up in a state of agitation, only to find a different kind of geist standing in front of me.

Instead of torn armor, they're wearing sorcerers' robes! On the robe, the familiar innate gossip pattern is so kind in my eyes at this moment.

These should not be soldier souls, they are the souls of cultivators, because there is no symbol unique to demon hunters on the robes.

But their existence is a big problem.

Once, right here, on this land, cultivators and demon hunters once guarded the city! Facing a common enemy.

My heart was numb with shock.

Secrets about the city are already being revealed, but they seem to be hiding a deeper fog.

I had to move forward, and my heart overflowed with some indescribable intensity, and I saw broken armor, broken weapons, and even blood-stained magic robes

And what finally buried this city that was supposed to belong to heroes?

I frowned and thought, my heart swelled with the same feeling of wanting to cry as Pisheng, I even forgot where I was, but I walked numbly until Pisheng suddenly took my hand and stopped, I reacted and stopped.

We've come to the end of the road!

I heard the sound of the waterfall, and when I got closer, it was really deafening, and I saw the Broken Soul Bridge!

At such a close distance, I found that it was even more dangerous!

Layers of reddish mist floated across the bridge, and the bridge deck was so wide and narrow that it was actually an unbroken stone connected to it.

The cliff was a little high, and from time to time there were one or two terrifying roars from below, as if some ancient beast was hidden below, and countless calls were mixed with the deafening sound of water.

It makes people feel that this is the Yellow Spring, and there are countless ghosts and ghosts tumbling in it.

This qiē is actually not a problem, because I will eventually set foot on this Broken Soul Bridge, and the real problem is that there is a huge figure standing in front of the Broken Soul Bridge.

It's not right to say it's huge, it's just that the aura it exudes makes people feel that it's an incomparably huge being.

It was a general standing at the head of the bridge.

It shouldn't be wrong, its complete armor is the standard general helmet of the ancient Qin period!

This armor is more complete than the broken armor on any soldier's soul, but it is full of a bloody smell The general wearing the armor is about two meters tall, which is already a real giant in ancient times, not to mention that his armor makes him even taller?!

In addition to the aura, this general's soul is also a standing being.

At this time, it was holding a densely textured giant sword in both hands, and the giant sword was inserted into the ground, just in front of me and Pisheng!

'Boom' A uniform sound sounded behind me, and I couldn't help but turn around, I don't know when those gathered soldiers and souls were actually arranged into a neat phalanx, and the sound of 'boom' was the sound of them stepping on their feet at the same time.

I knew that this qiē was all an illusion, and it could only be an illusion, but I had to be shocked by this scene.

'Whoosh' was another neat sound, and the soldier souls and warlock souls behind me all knelt down towards this general's soul at the same time, and the whole sky suddenly resounded with a neat 'throat' sound, like a call from the eternals, and finally broke through this layer of blue sky.

Sadly, it's just a dark underground.

"How many years, my sons?" Suddenly, a mournful voice came from the bridge.

It echoed in my mind as thick as a battlefield drum, and I could feel how the voice would come out of my chest if its owner was still alive.

And now, I only feel a sadness that has been suppressed for thousands of years, and an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes and loneliness.

'Woo' The continuous echo of this whining sound in the sky is the meaning of the response of at least a thousand soldier souls behind me to this general's soul.

"We've been buried for too long, and now you can't even remember how to speak." The deep voice continued, more and more calm, but it felt like it was actually crying bitterly.

I suddenly wanted to cry, and behind me, the whining voice turned into a rolling cry, and thousands of men cried bitterly!

Sheng, is a hot-blooded man.

Death is also a ghost.

Why the sorrow? What a depressing and sad past?

The general's soul was silent, and it seemed to be frozen in this atmosphere of eternal sorrow.

I took the hand of the poor and stood in the middle of a wind that seemed to be miserable.

The general's gaze was under the helmet, and I couldn't see it clearly, but I saw it suddenly stretch out its big hand towards me, swinging it gently, calling me over.

I could feel the strength of this general as a ghost, but there was no fear in my heart.

Instead, I subconsciously took the hand of the poor and walked towards the general step by step, stopping my footsteps five meters in front of him.

I couldn't see its face clearly, as if it was shrouded in a layer of fog, but I could see that there was sadness in its gaze.

"I've been asleep for a long time, and it's your breath that wakes me up." It's talking to me.

I was silent, not knowing exactly what it was meant to say to me.

It didn't seem to care about my response, but glanced back at the Broken Soul Bridge, then turned to me and said, "There are countless sons and daughters who have died in this land behind me, and even more adults who have revered all my life have died in this land behind me. I led my sons to the edge of this last city. ”

"Hmm." My voice trembled a little, and it was involuntarily.

I seemed to see the horror of that battle.

"In the last despair, we are all buried! Now, are you going behind me? Its voice suddenly became louder.

And in the black canyon behind it, suddenly an overwhelming red suddenly rose, just like the red that suddenly rose when I fought with Bai Gu!