The voice echoed in my ears again.

No one told me whether what I had just seen was illusory or real.

If it is illusory, are these graves, the souls of those soldiers, and the souls of generals also fake? Only the place where the battle has been fought here can explain this qiē!

If it is true, how can the truth of these histories be covered up without a trace?

However, is it really covered up without a trace? It doesn't seem to be, the ancient myths, some mysterious battles that have been handed down, if they are really all based on the imagination of the ancients.

That can only be said that people today are going backwards!

How can we still imagine such a complete 'one world', a grand chapter constructed by various systems, and various relationships between characters?

Isn't it ridiculous that today's imagination is always following the mythological foundations of the past?

My heart began to beat violently.

Start thinking, what is their will? It's all too clear that I want to continue to protect it, and the simplest thing is to really take on a greater responsibility than the demon hunter.

Protecting the world?

It feels like a blockbuster in the United States, and it's always the savior who comes to save the world, which is the real sense of unreality.

Looking at these graves, I suddenly understood that this should not be my responsibility alone, something that one person can do.

However, just as there is always a lion in a lion pack, and there is always a general on the battlefield, there is always a person who has to stand up and take on more things, and many times in this world is lacking only people who stand up.

This has nothing to do with glory, and that voice also sues me, and this qiē can only be nameless.

It's also just the responsibility of fate, and it's just a choice of the heart to escape and take it.

My fists clenched and released, and under the blankness of my brain, only a soft voice overflowed from my throat: "If the choice is really me, I will not run away, I carry this qiē not for any reason, nor because I was once Nie Yan." It's just my choice, Ye Zhengling's choice. ”

I didn't say a word, I didn't say a word.

I'm just saying to my heart.

It's not vigorous, it's like a life being buried namelessly, and a soft wind blows across my cheeks.

All of them became quiet.

I was still on one knee, the cry of the battlefield echoing in my head, but the only sound of the wind and the drifting of the fog was quiet in my ears.

Those graves seem to have regained the silence and loneliness of eternity.

I silently hugged the mercy and continued to move forward step by step, feeling that with each step forward, a trace of will was imprinted on my soul, and then disappeared into nothingness.

But someday, they will explode.

And that day is not far off.

The winding stone staircase above the lonely cliff was very long, and only my footsteps echoed alone.

The higher you go, the more scarce the number of graves becomes, and at the foot of the mountain, there are still dense graves in a row.

But when they reached the mountainside, the graves became more and more huge, and became dozens scattered around.

When we reached the top of the hill, there were only a few lonely tombs, which were huge but unadorned, and stood there like a mound of earth.

The only thing that is the same is that there is a stone tablet before these tombs, but there is no word on the stone tablet.

I don't understand what that means? But I could already hear the sound of the water and feel the wetness in the fog at the top of the mountain.

The underground river suddenly broke off at the top of the cliff, and then formed a waterfall, and I knew that I was about to reach the top of the cliff.

At this time, the body that had been quiet suddenly shook twice, as if it was about to wake up.

I couldn't help but whisper to the mercy twice, but I didn't get any response, but I saw him frowning and his fists clenched, as if he was in a hurry.

What are you worried about in the coma? I'm a little confused.

But he found himself at the edge of the mist, and beside the edge of the mist, there stood a small stone monument.

Different from the previous stele, this stele is engraved with a few lines of simple words, because the relationship between the years has been a little blurred, but the handwriting is very deep, so you can barely see what the words are.

The anxiety of pity affected me, and I wanted to rush into the fog.

But this stele still made me stop for a short time, and when I hurriedly read the handwriting on it, I began to have a nameless feeling surging in my heart, and this emotion rushed to my mind several times, making me want to cry.

In the end, I only had red eyes.

The words on the stele are actually very simple, here are the heroes who have been buried in thousands of years of struggle and have made outstanding contributions.

But this is destined to be only a nameless guardian, relying only on the firmest will of the human heart without regrets and desires.

I don't know how many soldiers died on the battlefield since ancient times, and only heroes are qualified to lie here, but this is already a different treatment.

Therefore, no hero lying here can leave his name, and being able to be here is just people's spontaneous respect, and leaving a name is to insult those unknown soldiers and generals who died in battle.

This one will never be named! This is just a responsibility, just a guard, just the truest heart, throwing out the greed and evil of human nature, and throwing away a qiē self-purpose.

What is left can only be pure.

I can't describe this qiē with respect, and my red eyes can only represent a kind of affection for me, and it is only now that I understand what greatness is, true greatness!

And human nature will be shocked and moved by this true greatness, and I believe that it is not only me, but the vast majority of people, and a trace of kindness.

Thinking like this, I have carried my pity through the mist at the top of this cliff.

Still in the thick fog, I could already hear faint human voices.

Although it is not clear what these people are saying? But this familiar sound

My face sank, I thought I wouldn't meet it, but after all, I still met this pedestrian - Ren Xiaoji, Lord Bai and his party!

This made me hesitate a little, the previous outbreak was because of the inexplicable power on my body, I was able to force back the invincible Nine Infants.

But now that this power has been drained, although the wounds on my soul have recovered, I don't think I will be the opponent of this group of people, haven't I fought in a hurry in Beishi before?

Especially that little machine!

I don't even bother to wonder why this group of people are targeting me so much, and after thinking about it, except for the real hatred that Lord Bai has for me, other people?

'Hmm' At this time, the mercy convulsed again in my arms.

It made me a little anxious, before I fell into a coma, Pian Sheng had said that he wanted me to go to the top of this cliff, which must have a deep meaning, but I didn't dare to risk my life and that of Pitian at this time.

I took a few steps lightly towards the edge of the fog.

At this time, the sound of the water in the waterfall became louder and louder, but the voices of these people were also heard more clearly.

"No, only by passing through the barrier of this tomb can we move to its foundation. Ren Shao, our formation and our strength are not enough. It was the voice of Ren Xiaoji's men.

"Haven't tried it for long? It's already decided? There was some dissatisfaction in Ren Xiaoji's voice, but it was still very calm.

"Young master, you listen to the old man. This formation focuses on the power of breaking with one blow, and it is useless to grind down, and a trace of difference is a trace of difference after all. Even if you try here for a long time, it's useless. This is the voice of one of Ren Xiaoji's subordinates, but it sounds very old, and it looks like an old man.

His name is Ren Xiaoji? Could it be that Ren Xiaoji is the next master of the Snow Mountain?

I frowned, the top pillar of the snow mountain can be called the top pillar of the righteous path, choose such a person as the young master?

However, this should not be something I am worried about, I just hugged the pity life, lying on the edge of the fog, and listened carefully.

At the end of the day, I still can't give up on mercy, so to fight the weak against the strong, I can only wait for the opportunity to figure out what they are doing? Listening to what they say, maybe I can find the only opportunity.

After the old man spoke, the top of the cliff fell into a brief silence.

It was a moment before I heard footsteps coming towards the mist, and my heart beat faster.

Fortunately, a few meters away from the edge of the fog, the footsteps stopped, and a voice came from outside the fog again, which turned out to be Ren Xiaoji: "Lord Bai, you have followed us all the way to this point, and you have helped us a lot." I'm grateful. But Lord Bai, this qiē is also a sufficient price we have paid, and we have also respected Lord Bai enough along the way, almost responding"

Speaking of this, Ren Xiaoji paused, as if looking at the attitude of the white adult.

Outside the mist, there was the laughter of Lord Bai, and then he said, "If you have something to say, just say it!" I was a rough man when I was alive, and I only knew about fighting and the battlefield. After death, it's not the kind of scheming people, that's what only those weak strategists do. ”

"Okay, Lord Bai, since you say so. I might as well say that we have worked hard all the way to this destination, and even risked my life to investigate for Lord Bai, has your enemy caught up? If so, I have even promised Lord Bai to use the power I did not want to use to intercept your enemies for Lord Bai. This may lead to the consequences of how strict zhòng it is, and Lord Bai must also be clear. Ren Xiaoji was not angry, but just said word by word.

There was no voice from Lord Bai outside the mist.

But Ren Xiaoji continued: "Then Lord Bai, our group is so sincere to you. Why is it that after reaching the top of this mountain, in the face of this qiē, Lord Bai just stood by and refused to do anything at all? ”