The cemetery is not big, much smaller than Nantian City, it is not prosperous, but there is a kind of chic tranquility. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Even if the eyes of all the domains are now focused on the Southern Regions, the Tomb City is still a Tomb City.

Here, you can see the Tomb of the Heroic Soul everywhere!

The Southern Regions, a corner of the Ten Thousand Domains, and the three cities of the human race have been guarding here since ancient times, in order to prevent the demon clan from making chaos.

All the generals and soldiers, they are not from the various sects, but the native monks of the Southern Regions, and most of them are children of ordinary families.

They were born with training, and they were born through bloodshed.

For countless years, from ancient times to the present, the human race has been glorious, and finally pressed the demon race in the southern region.

The three cities are like mountains, traversing here, and it is a forbidden place for the demon clan!

This is the exchange of the sages and warriors who fought in blood, spilled countless blood, and shed the tears of many relatives.

Their tombstones are not all concentrated, but they go home, back to where they are supposed to be.

Under the eaves of the surrounding houses, by the door, you can see the tombstones, obviously, this is the home of the deceased, fought before death, and returned after death, which makes people very speechless, only sighing and mourning.

Mo Ran stood in front of a house, this is an anonymous monument, the monument is full of flowers, but it has long withered, even this monument is covered with dust, as if no one has come for a long time.

But this monument touched him.

The moment his soul touched, he saw a corner of the scene.

The mountains were in ambush, and there was a man with a halberd fighting among all the beasts, he was bleeding and bruised, and no one would think that such a man could escape.

Because there were too many beasts in the Quartet, Mo Ran saw the Golden Horn Roar and Tianhuo Luan in the past.

This is the real depths of the Disgusting Ridge!

But if you look closely, this man has no intention of running away at all, his expression is calm, and there is a kind of persistence, as if his life is made for this.

Kill, kill, kill, kill all the monsters.

Suddenly, the man looked up to the sky and burst into tears.

He did his best, slaughtering among thousands of beasts, fighting until the last drop of blood was shed.

He turned his head and looked at the distant side, and at this moment, he finally had regrets in his heart.

For many years, he has been crusading against demon beasts outside, and his duties have been exhausted, and he has no more energy to spare, and now, the only thing he can do is to miss.

In this life, you can't go back, and in the next life, you can continue.

"An empty house, an unnamed monument"

Mo Ran sighed lightly, more or less he learned something and guessed something.

Most of what this man is waiting for is his lover, spring goes to autumn, and he will live forever, so now, there is no one here.

Perhaps, no one even knows who this man is.

This monument was not erected by his wife, and no one would want her husband to die, and even if she waited, it was better than standing alone at the grave and crying for the rest of her life.

"Every tablet is like this, the soul of the deceased has regrets, will return home, and be engraved in their own place, is this a kind of reincarnation, destined in the dark"

The cemetery, the home of the war dead, they will return, like a kind of reincarnation, a little scary to think about, the things involved are too mysterious, and people have a tingling feeling.

"Remembrance"

Next door, someone walked out.

This is a middle-aged man, with dark skin, strong skin, and full of strength.

The soldiers of the Tomb City, trained in blood, are different from other foreign monks.

"War is cruel, and there are too many nameless monuments," said the man, returning to the house and taking out a jar of wine.

"Iron Blood, Need Spirits"

This seems to be said to Mo Ran, because the middle-aged man inadvertently handed over a bowl.

"Is it war?" Mo Ran took it, not pretentious, and drank it directly.

But then, the corners of his mouth turned bitter.

What kind of wine is this? It's so strong!

"Haha, not bad" the man laughed, very free and casual, "war is bloodshed, horse leather shroud, goodbye forever"

When he said this, even the iron-blooded warriors couldn't help but be bitter, looking back, it was all blood and corpses, this kind of scene, not immersive, it was really hard to say.

"Why do you have to fight, the demon race, is it really difficult for the human race to be peaceful?" Mo Ran asked.

The middle-aged man's expression froze, his eyes stared at the person in front of him for a long time, and then sighed lightly: "You don't understand, it's too young, I haven't seen that kind of scene."

"A village disappeared, and there were no corpses left, there were some old and weak women and children, but as a result, the whole village was slaughtered, and there was no living mouth!"

The black evil aura rose out, as if solidified, this was substantial, and even Mo Ran was shocked.

It is as solid as substance, and it is black, who is this middle-aged man in front of him?

How many beasts have you slain, how many battles have you fought to have such a vicious effect!

"Do you want to join the army?" the man asked, he was a little surprised in his heart, the young man in front of him, who was not at the age of a weak crown, was really too young on the path of spiritual cultivation.

But the evil aura he inadvertently revealed did not affect the young man.

Black evil, the evil qi that can only be possessed after slaughtering, ordinary people don't even dare to think about it, even monks, when they encounter this kind of evil qi, they will be frightened and their hearts and galls will be broken, and it is difficult to bear it at all.

But this young man is different, it is the first time that he is here, and he can meet someone who can still be unfazed.

"Now that all the sects in the Southern Regions are here, this is to trigger a war?" Mo Ran frowned, faintly feeling that things were not simple.

"If yes, then better," the man laughed, then reached for the jar beside him.

It's just that at this time, the wine jar has long been empty.

"The Tomb City needs a remembrance like you," he left a sentence and returned to the house, not lingering long.

After Mo Ran heard this, he bowed in front of the door, and the last bowl of wine he left for the owner of the tombstone.

Iron Blood, Spirits Needed!

This is the highest respect, the deceased never needs the mercy of others, if you have a heart, a bowl of wine, everything is enough!

He walked all the way, and everywhere he went, he saw the tombstone in front of the house.

This is a respect from the heart, not for anything else, but for these soldiers, who have protected the city all their lives without regrets.

"What is he doing, learning from the past alone, getting the Heroic Spiritual Intention from the tombstone" Someone spoke nearby.

They noticed the young man, who had come all the way, and with respect, would bow every time he came to the tombstone, and then raise his wine and drink for a long time.

This practice was indeed prevalent many years ago, with the manifestation of the Heroic Spirit.

But after all, this is only a minority, until now, the Heroic Spirit is sleeping, and there are no Heroic Spirits will.

"Look, the Ye family sisters of the Frost Moon Sect!" In the tomb city, the quiet atmosphere was broken by people coming from afar.

Many young people looked sideways and saw two beauties from afar.

The ice-blue dress flutters, the green silk shawl, like a lotus out of the water, quiet and charming.

The two girls were born beautiful, and they were exactly the same, their muscles were like snow, white as ivory, and dotted with divine radiance.

"Zihuan had a chance, I heard that the two ladies of the Frost Moon Sect went to the end and witnessed the miracle"

There is humanity, and the heart is full of turmoil.

Many people are like this, but they never thought that these two ladies did not return to the sect, but stayed.

"Two fairies, are all the races really so strong?" asked a young man.

Although the news of Zihuan Mountain came out, it seemed to be a bit exaggerated, just one of the ten thousand clans, the Bone Clan, just a few people set off a bloody disaster in the boundless plain, destroying several major sects.

It's incredible, at least they don't believe it.

"It's really strong, I can't wait," the two women said, without any concealment.

Some of the races in ancient times were really stronger than many of the great sects in the world, and even the younger generation was rarely comparable to them in the same rank.

"However, the top few people are not inferior to them"

Overlord Yang Fan, the god of war of the Qiu family, the mythical son of the Dongfang family and Cang, these characters are not weaker than the kings of all races.

On this trip, even the holy woman of the three palaces came out!

This is like a real world, the collision of heroes, too exciting.

"That's right, it's a pity" Everyone sighed lightly, listening to the description of the two fairies of the Ye family, they really wanted to see it with their own eyes.

Even if they don't get any chance and creation, just watching the battle of kings will benefit them a lot.

"The two fairies of the Frost Moon Sect, did they come to the tomb city for the legendary Heroic Spirit?" a young man spoke.

"Yes, before I enter the sect, there are ancestors of the Ye family here," the two girls said with a smile, and their teeth opened lightly.

This is a thing of the past, and many years have passed, and if they hadn't come to the Southern Regions, even they probably wouldn't have known about it.

But now that it has been learned, it is indeed necessary to take the bones of the ancestors home on this trip.

As for Ying Lingyi, this has disappeared for an era, and I don't know how many characters have come here to feel during this period, but what is the result?

Like the one in front of them, they had noticed it when they came here.

In the distance, the young man was very strange, no matter what the monument or the tomb, and returned it with the highest salute.

Iron & Spirit.

"I seem to have seen it somewhere" One of the two girls flashed with bright eyes and red lips murmured softly.

Vaguely, she seemed to be a little familiar with this figure, but when she looked at it again, it was different.

"I feel this way too, could it be a monk who has been to Zihuan Mountain?"