Yan Wudao nodded: "The Four Elephant Divine Martial Arts, as a traditional martial art that has been passed down from generation to generation in my War Palace, how could it not be? After you go to the Battle Spirit Spirit Tower, you can go to find an ancestor named 'Brahma Zhantian', his Four Elephant Divine Martial Decision is the strongest in the War Palace, and he has entered the Transformation Realm, if you find him, you can learn a lot of experience, greatly shorten the efficiency, and maybe you can also enter the Transformation Realm under his guidance, so that the Four Elephants Divine Martial Arts Technique can also reach the peak of perfection." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brahma Zhantian!?" Xiao Bai was shocked when he heard this name.

He still remembered that on the battlefield of humans and demons in the memory of the Ice Demon, the majestic man who killed all directions was called Brahma Zhantian.

At the beginning, the invincible pride and violent combat power left a deep impression on Xiao Bai, and it can be said that part of the reason why he chose the war palace in the Four Palaces will be influenced by Brahma Zhantian.

He ...... Have you already sacrificed?"

"I didn't expect you to be so young, but you still know this martyr...... He had indeed died on the battlefield. Yan Wudao said slowly.

"How could such a great figure as Brahma Zhantian die?" Xiao Bai still didn't want to believe it.

Yan Wudao couldn't help but smile and said: "People are inherently dead, especially after the war, human life is like a mustard, no matter how powerful a person is, death may be in a moment." On the battlefield of the human demons back then, it can indeed be said that it is the undefeated myth of the war palace, tens of thousands of people died in his demon clan, and the man who fought crazy was like the demon of all the demons, even if he was seriously injured, he could fight back frequently, and it was no longer a problem to cross the border to kill the enemy, but unfortunately when the war was about to end, the demons began a desperate counterattack, doing crazy evil on the Red Dust Continent, and wantonly killing civilians. ”

"At that time, Brahma Zhantian fled in order to protect the people of a village, as a warrior of the wilderness, he relied on his own strength to block more than a thousand ice demons, and finally died with a demon king, and died heroically, otherwise if Brahma Zhantian can live to this day, with his talent, he must have become a martial king, maybe he will become a martial king, maybe he will become a martial honor, to this day, Brahma Zhantian's death is a piece of the palace master's heart disease, you may not know, Brahma Zhantian is the son of the current Fanhao palace master. ”

Xiao Bai fell silent, secretly regretting that he didn't expect such a great character to die, it seems that the war is more cruel and dangerous than he imagined.

He remembered that the Brahma Zhantian he saw in the illusion of time was only a Heavenly Warrior, but he didn't expect to become a Flood Warrior later, he knew that the war had only been fought for three years, even if Xiao Bai had met Brahma Zhan Tian at the beginning of the war, it would be extremely terrifying to grow from a Heavenly Warrior to a Flood Warrior in three years, this person was extremely talented, and I am afraid that the entire continent was also considered to be the top.

Hearing the end of this hero, Xiao Bai couldn't help but sigh.

Yan Wudao said: "Of course, in addition to Brahma Zhantian, there are also many heroic spirits in it, and the martial kings and martial venerables who are stronger than Brahma Zhantian are also enshrined, so you must be worthy of this trip." ”

Later, Yan Wudao introduced a lot of information about the Battle Heroic Spirit Pagoda to Xiao Bai.

Xiao Bai decided to leave, took two steps, and then turned to look at Long Yangbo and Shangguan Hanshan, and said, "When they wake up, say hello to them for me." ”

With that, he left the hospital.

......

Located in the east of the God of War City, the War Spirit Hall was originally a place dedicated to the sacrificed ancestors of the War Palace.

However, in the history of large and small human and demon wars, countless leaders of the war palace died, along with their deaths, there was also a powerful cultivation, and later a certain palace master had a whim, so that every warrior in the war palace wore a special bracelet, called the soul lock ring.

The soul lock ring can retain a trace of the warrior's mind after the warrior's death, and then bring it back to the war palace ** Feng by his comrades, and the living person can communicate with the dead warrior's thoughts, and accept the deceased's teaching of martial arts and practice.

In fact, what the soul ring brings back is not a real soul, but just a trace of thought, but war is cruel, and every dead soldier is almost impossible to bring back, so for thousands of years, people have subconsciously regarded the soul ring as the return of the undead.

The Soul Ring brings back not only the knowledge of cultivation, but also a symbol of death, which will carry the condolences of the relatives and friends of the dead warriors.

There was once a mournful war song based on the soul lock ring to express sorrow.

It's just that more than 70 years have passed, and few people come to the spiritual pagoda to mourn anymore, and few people sing that ballad.

Xiao Bai came to the Battle Heroes Spirit Pagoda, the nine-story spirit tower was much more majestic than he imagined, like a heavenly pillar.

The ancient apricot yellow pagoda is covered with traces of time, but the whole stone pagoda does not give people a sense of depression at all, it is more like an arrogant giant sword that reaches into the sky, exuding infinite fierce battle intent.

Xiao Bai knew that the war palace was mainly about war.

The fierce spirit and the courage not to be afraid of death are the symbols of the war palace, and every martyr who sacrificed on the battlefield has a strong fighting spirit before death, and these fighting intentions are gathered together, so the entire spiritual tower is perennially warliked.

Xiao Bai walked into the Spirit Pagoda with awe in his arms.

The empty hall on the first floor was filled with tens of thousands of candles. The pagoda, which had no windows, was illuminated as bright as day.

Hundreds of rows of wooden shelves are neatly placed in the main hall, and on each row of wooden shelves, there are thousands of spiritual positions densely standing, full of people's names and their respective ages, most of the spiritual positions are actually teenagers, and the total number of spiritual positions in the entire hall is at least 100,000 spiritual positions.

From Yan Wudao, Xiao Bai had already learned that the reason why the Zhan Ying Ling Pagoda was set up with nine layers was to enshrine the undead of the nine realms of human cultivation.

The first layer is dedicated to all beginners.

Xiao Bai was shocked by the number of these dead martial artists and their age, but he quickly figured out that when the real demon army was pressing the realm and the human race was forced to a dead end, even these teenagers who had just begun to practice and became beginner martial artists had to go to the battlefield.

This is the cruelty of war.

Although the other party is only a beginner martial artist, Xiao Bai is still in awe, every martial artist who defends his homeland is a hero.

And on each spiritual seat, there is a string of inconspicuous old silver rings, some of which are faintly visible bloodstains.

Xiao Bai knew that these were soul locking rings, as long as Xiao Bai walked in front of these spirit positions and used the spirit crystal as a sacrifice, he could communicate with the thoughts left by the dead spirits - sacrifice, or study.

It's just that seventy years have passed, and people have come to pay their respects again, and no one in the war palace will learn from these beginners.

Every spiritual seat was covered with dust.

Except for Xiao Bai, the entire hall was empty.

Xiao Bai quickly walked to the second layer of the Xuanwu Cult.

But he didn't know that after he left, the spiritual positions of the 100,000 primordial martial artists in the entire hall all let out endless sighs, full of helplessness and sadness of being left out. (To be continued.) )