Airplanes!

The white light flashed, and Du Ming's eyes were slightly dark, and then he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The main hall is empty, and the bronze hall is huge, like a huge venue like the first floor.

However, this is not surprising, when Du Ming saw the situation in front of him, he was shocked in his heart.

Because in this empty hall, it is full of sounds and shadows at the moment.

I don't know how many, because there are many, thousands, like neat and orderly soldiers, showing a regular vertical and horizontal arrangement, just standing quietly in this empty hall.

The hall is empty, but there are tens of thousands of soldiers.

Du Ming approached, and the soldiers were all made of bronze, covered in cumbersome armor, and held huge spears in their hands, jumping on the ground.

And the soldiers are lifelike, as if they were real.

Tens of thousands of such characters stood in the main hall like this, and suddenly a desolate and simple atmosphere came across time and space.

It is as if these soldiers have stood in this tower of heaven and earth in ancient times, and it has been thousands of years.

Even the Great Emperor Martial God could not resist the erosion of time, annihilated in the long river of history, and withered and turned to ashes with time.

But why is there such a strange place in this Heaven and Earth Tower?

Ancient soldiers, are they buried here?

Du Ming was surprised in his heart, this Heaven and Earth Tower is probably not simple, if it is only used for assessment, it is obvious that he has underestimated this quaint Divine Tower.

Woohoo!

Ling'er and a few people also appeared in the main hall, and they were also surprised to see the situation in front of them, the kind of simple and desolate and heavy aura overwhelmed them, and their eyes were terrified inexplicably.

"Is such a place just the sixth level of assessment?"

"What is this!" Ling'er said, walking in front of a sculptural soldier, her slender white hands ready to caress it.

"Don't!" Du Ming hurriedly spoke.

Although he was dissuaded, for fear that something would change, it was too late, and Ling'er's little hand had already been attached to the soldier.

"What's wrong!" Ling'er looked back in confusion, and her hand continued to caress the soldier's body.

Seeing that nothing strange happened. Du Ming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Be careful, there's so much unpredictability here!" Du Ming said.

Ling'er nodded, ready to speak, but before she could say it, her expression changed slightly, as if she had discovered something, and her small hand kept running over the soldier's body.

From the armor, to the neck, face, nose, eyes, eyebrows, and lifelike hair.

"Oh my God!" Ling'er grew her mouth and was surprised, and then said with a little trembling in the puzzled eyes of Du Ming and several people: "This is like a real person, with a unique sense of brilliance of warm skin!"

If she hadn't known that this was a sculpture-like soldier, Ling'er would have left in fright, but even if it was a sculpture, she was still shocked in her heart, and even had an illusion, is this really a sculpture?

"What!"

Several people were startled, and then stepped forward to touch the sculpture-like soldier.

The hands kept adjusting the position of the soldier, and then several people looked at each other, each with a look of horror in their eyes.

"Why is this really like a real person, is it the skill of the master sculptor? Or is it willing! It's terrible!"

Du Ming was also shocked in his heart, and his hands caressed the soldier's armor and skin.

The armor's unique metallic feel is not as hard as the earthy feel of a sculpture.

And the skin, smooth and soft like human skin, the horror is that the skin, there is also a unique human temperature!

"This is a man?"

Du Ming looked up, and under the empty hall, the densely packed thousands of sculpture soldiers seemed to come to life, standing in the hall and watching them.

What kind of force is causing this situation?

"Huh!" Ling'er was surprised, suddenly raised her fingers tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "He is crying!"

Then he quickly retreated away from the sculptures with a frightened face.

Several people were shocked, looking at the sculpture in front of them, and sure enough, the lifelike sculpture, the closed eyes actually slowly flowed out of the tear-like liquid, flowing down the face.

In an instant, several people retreated, and a strange feeling in their hearts bred and spread in their hearts.

"The sculpture actually shed tears!"

Then, some fast and some slow, the eyes of the thousands of sculptures were full of tears, as if they were crying.

In an instant, the empty hall was filled with a sad and desolate atmosphere, a kind of ancient atmosphere that transcended time and space, with a vast and desolate atmosphere filled this hall.

These tens of millions of soldiers were weeping and crying as if they had come to life, and they were crying and complaining about the pain and sorrow, as if something earth-shattering had happened in that distant ancient period.

The gods fell, the heavens and the earth collapsed, and the breath was extremely thick and oppressed them.

As if to speak, Du Ming and several people were in a trance, looking at those tearful sculptures, their thoughts seemed to have traveled through thousands of years of time and space, returning to the desolate and vast ancient period, witnessing the battles and battles.

I have seen tens of millions of people and horses, all of whom are driving this huge and towering beast, a divine beast, holding a fairy treasure and fighting against each other.

The immortal god fell, bleeding thousands of miles, millions of corpses, under the vast earth, covered with a body, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the forest was white and boneless.

The sky was blood-red, and it was constantly pouring blood-red rain.

The divine beast screamed and wailed, and its huge body was slashed like a mountain, falling directly, shaking thousands of miles.

"Fight!"

The sound of constant fighting and roaring came, which made people's hearts tremble, their thoughts fluttered, and their hearts shook.

This bloodshed and fighting, terrifying and desolate.

In the end, one after another, the centaurs fell one after another, completely turning into fluorescent white bones.

On the ground with millions of corpses, a huge humanoid like a mountain was half-kneeling among thousands of corpses, and a huge golden spear in his hand supported his body to prevent himself from falling, but his eyes had already been closed, and his body was flowing with golden blood, which was particularly bright in the early morning sun.

A kind of sky-high evil spirit and heroic spirit are intertwined, constantly echoing in the sky, and endless unjust souls are trembling and screaming miserably.

Rumble!

Several people's brains shook and came to their senses, their eyes full of horror and inexplicable looks.

What was going on just now, was it the thousands of tearful sculptures in front of them that brought them into this tragic memory?

Several people looked at each other, looking at the sculptures in the hall that were constantly crying, a look of horror spread over their faces, and their hearts trembled, could it be that what they saw just now was all true.

And are these sculptures really human beings, turned into terracotta figurines after death?

Shrouded in great grievances, standing in this great hall?

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