On the black line, each monument is the tomb of the Great Emperor, where a supreme existence who was buried in his lifetime, and where they rested.

The end of the black line is very vague, looming in the chaos, and it is impossible to know how many monuments are hidden in it, and how many emperors are buried. There was a terrifying and abnormal aura there, there was the sound of the avenue sighing, there were ancient songs singing softly, and from time to time there was an angry rebuke from the monument, shocking the heavens and the earth, representing the immortality of their heroic souls.

"Could it be that this is the place where the legendary Emperor was buried?" asked Wu Jiu.

"Not bad. Yan Qing nodded.

At this time, the two shadows on the black line stopped, put the bronze ancient coffin on the black line, and even glanced back at Yan Qing and Wu Jiu in the military tomb.

Yan Qing immediately felt that there seemed to be two powerful ghosts staring at her in the dark, and a terrifying sense of death arose in her heart.

This feeling, he had experienced before, and now it was chilling to feel again.

"What does it mean?" Mai Jiu asked, taking a step back.

"It is rumored that anyone who sees the burial place of the Great Emperor dies for no reason. Yan Qing said.

"Why?"

Mai Jiu asked.

"Naturally, I don't want people to know about the place where the emperor is buried, and everyone who knows will ......have to die," Yan Qing said with a frown.

At this time, Wu Jiu took another step back, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Do you know why those two shadows are looking back at you? Yan Qing said suddenly.

Wu Jiu frowned, his eyes fixed on the black line.

"Boom-"

A melodious ancient bell suddenly sounded from heaven and earth, and there was a faint sadness in the lowness, like the cry of heaven and earth, and the whole world suddenly became solemn and solemn.

"Burial—"

An ancient and vicissitudes of voice sounded from the end of the black line.

On the black line, the bronze coffin was sinking little by little.

In the sky, it suddenly rained.

It was red, and it was not rain that fell, but blood.

Heaven and earth are compassionate!

At the end of the black line, there was a roar from the monuments, which shook the whole world, as if unwilling. Because they saw another companion falling......

Yan Qing felt that her vision was a little blurred, on the black line, a monument was slowly rising, and countless monuments were roaring, unwilling to ......

"Long years, long songs;

A drop of bitter wine is a book of history;

A drop of blood is a monument;

Look at the smoke and waves of the ages, and listen to the people sing softly......"

At the end of the black line, the ancient and vicissitudes of life are singing softly, as if to soothe the existence of the monuments.

In addition to that one voice, countless voices appeared on the black line, as if they were singing, as if calling, as if crying......

That is the voice of all the people.

"Why?"

Yan Qing burst into tears suddenly, quietly looking at everything on the black line, with incomparably sadness in her heart, this is the sorrow of her soul.

"Bury me in the north of the earth, guard my hometown......"

Above the black line, there is another monument, which means that another person who exists like the Great is buried.

At the end, that ancient and vicissitudes of life voice sounded again.

"The sky is vast, the wilderness is vast, and above the earth, the country is in mourning—"

The rain of blood fell even more.

At the end of the black line, there were bursts of roars from countless monuments, which shocked the world, but in the end, it still fell silent little by little, as if it was very unwilling......

The black line was blurring little by little, and the monuments were also blurring little by little, and finally they all disappeared, disappeared into the chaos, and seemed to have never existed.

The whole world is silent, and there is a lot of sorrow.

Yan Qing's vision was blurred, quietly watching all this, and those few ancient songs that could never be forgotten were always lingering in his mind, because he had heard them more than once or twice.

"Long years, long songs, a drop of bitter wine, is a history book, a drop of blood, is a monument...... Look at the smoke and waves of the ages, and listen to the people sing softly......"

This is an ancient and distant funeral song, which carries the hope of dreams and the entrustment of dreams in sorrow.

"Bury me in the north of the earth, guard my hometown......"

Whose voice is this?

"The sky is vast, the wilderness is vast, and under the earth, the country is in ruins—"

This is the death of the country and the death of the emperor.

Yan Qing was watching, thinking, and crying......

Whose dream is this, and whose hope and entrustment is it carrying?

After the death of the Emperor, why did he still guard the north of the earth?

How many emperors were buried here?

Yan Qing had seen these pictures once, and now she saw them again. He found that he saw more and more secrets, but the more he looked, the more confused he became......

"Let's go!"

At this time, Yan Qing suddenly came to his senses.

"What's wrong?" Mai Jiu asked.

"Those two shadows are coming. Yan Qing said, continuing to retreat, but he retreated very slowly.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of him.

But that figure was not a shadow, but a person.

"Wu Zhen?" Wu Jiu seemed to recognize the figure.

The figure was retreating frantically, covered in bruises, dragging a river of blood.

"Sure enough, it's Wu Zhen, could it be that the aurora was really opened by him?" Wu Jiu said suspiciously, and at this time he was also retreating frantically.

She didn't know what was going on, but she felt terrifying.

Ahh

Wu Zhen in front of him suddenly heard a miserable scream.

"Get out of here!"

Wu Zhen was struggling frantically, his voice full of fear.

Yan Qing and Wu Jiu both glared, and the speed of retreat was very fast, and the bones in their bodies made a crackling sound, as if they were constantly breaking.

The smell of the earth is heavy, like tens of millions of catties.

"Get out of here, get out of ......"

Wu Zhen kept roaring, but his roar became smaller and smaller, as if he was entangled in something, and he couldn't break free at all.

"What is he entangled in?" Mai Jiu asked.

"Shadows, they should be shadows. Yan Qing said, at this time, he regretted breaking into the north of the earth and watching the emperor's funeral.

"He's probably not going to live, but it's a pity, it's another masterpiece......," Wujiu sighed.

"It's not just him, it's probably not for us to live. Yan Qing said calmly.

"There is an ancient god ...... in the depths of the earth" At this time, Wu Zhen's words were suddenly cut off.

"What's there?" Mai Jiu asked a little unwillingly.

"Ancient ......"

At this time, Wu Zhen died completely.

"What are the ancient gods?" Wu Jiu asked Yan Qing.

"I don't know, could it be the Ancient Divine Palace?" Yan Qing said suspiciously, and then her face changed suddenly, "Something is chasing us." ”

"Hurry back!"

Wu Jiu roared.

Even Wu Zhen couldn't stop that thing, which showed how terrifying it had reached, and at this time, Yan Qing and Wu Jiu retreated frantically.

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