Chapter 53: The Cast Head

The humming sound of the dead echoed in the sky, and the sound spread to all the corners of the Funeral Fire Tribe at a rapid speed, and a heavy atmosphere slowly enveloped it.

The outside of the Funeral Fire Tribe was already full of people at this moment, and dense figures stood together, their expressions were strangely solemn, and their eyes looked deeply into the distance, and under their waiting, a black dot finally appeared in everyone's sight in the distant sky.

And as time passed, the black dot continued to expand, and the last mournful eagle cry resounded in the sky, and one after another figures stood up from the eagle's back, clasped their hands together, and knelt down to the cold stone box in the center, the gaze was extremely reverent and painful.

"They're back, the most elite troops. In the crowd, looking at the huge flying demonic beast in the sky, some children were looking at it with light, and there was a strong look of yearning in their clear eyes.

"This is the fifth-order dangerous Heaven-Swallowing Fire Eagle, and the heroes are back. ”

All the eyes of all the people looked at the demonic beast that covered the sky with a little horror, and the aura emanating from the demonic beast, everyone could feel an extreme sense of oppression, this was a real fierce beast.

However, compared to some children, those strong men and some elderly people, at this time, their eyes were slightly flickering looking at the demonic beasts that were constantly descending from the sky, and there was an unconcealable fluctuation in the depths of their pupils, and their bodies trembled slightly.

Strike!

The Sky Swallowing Fire Eagle slowly descended from the sky, its wings flapped slightly, and the terrifying hurricane swept away, and the earth even appeared an extremely terrifying fluctuation, and then it was slowly crawling on the ground under that momentum, and dozens of Sky Swallowing Fire Eagles even occupied that vast land.

The Sky Swallowing Fire Eagle was prostrate on the ground, the huge eagle's beak was lying on the ground slightly, and a low whimper came out gently, and the crimson eyes were also slightly humanized sadness at this moment.

In the crowd, Huo Lin's eyes quietly looked at the figure of about hundreds, and then his gaze slowly passed, and finally landed on the cold stone box in the center, and his cloudy gaze suddenly changed slightly.

And Jin Zhan, who was beside the old man, was slightly red in his eyes at this time, and there was a sad look on his elegant face at this time, his nose was slightly sour, and his chest couldn't stop rising and falling, looking at the stone box, Jin Zhen's pupils were full of sadness.

"Mourning!"

The old man sighed slightly, naturally he also felt the fluctuation of Jin Xuan's feelings on the side, and his eyes were also dark at the moment, and he comforted gently.

"It's okay, she's a hero of the tribe and I'm so proud that she's my daughter. Jin Xuan's body trembled, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the stone box, and everyone could feel the grief.

"Sacrifice to the fire witch, welcome the heroic spirit!"

Suddenly a shout sounded in the quiet square, and then everyone's eyes instantly became solemn, and the sound of kneeling sounded one after another, that is, some people with extremely respected and respected positions stood in two columns at this time, looking at the stone box and kneeling slowly.

At the same time, as the sound fell, flames burned out on the continuous corridor, forming two huge fire curtains, burning in the sky.

And as the fire curtain rose, the hundreds of strong men who came down from the back of the Sky Devouring Fire Eagle all fell with solemn faces, and in front of the hundreds, Peng Zu, who was facing the handsome, held a black stone box in his hand and walked slowly.

Peng Zu held the stone box, staring at it with painful eyes, and then slowly looked into the depths of the tribe, and a trace of pain flashed in his dark pupils.

"Yu'er, I'm home. ”

The murmuring voice came out gently, and Peng Zu's palm gently stroked the cold stone box, like stroking a girl's face, full of tenderness, and a thick look of remembrance flashed in the pupils, he could never forget the heroic girl in the depths of his memory, which made countless demons fearful.

Dada!

The footsteps were gently stepped, as if ringing the signpost to go home, giving a glimmer of light to the souls of the dead who were wandering in the distance, so that they could return home safely.

Hundreds of people lined up, these people all had terrible wounds on their bodies, some of them were even missing arms and legs, and the tragic state was full of desolation, and at this moment they were all with heavy faces, slowly walking towards the depths of the tribe.

Yes, they returned home with tens of thousands of souls from the war zone, a family that belonged to them, warm and without a fight.

The fire curtain slowly rose, and the group slowly walked to the Funeral Fire Tribe Divine Kitchen under the solemn eyes of everyone, which was a response to people from afar, and they were also calling for the souls of the dead to go home.

Jin Xuan's gaze always moved with the movement of the stone box, and the dark pupils were full of pain that could not be concealed, and a faint tear slowly flowed down from the side of his eyes.

The most bloody person of the Burial Fire tribe also left tears at this moment, for the dead soul and his beloved daughter.

The old man's gaze was also extremely dim, there was a deep sad look in the dark pupils, and the withered body slowly stood up, and a crack cracked on the folded skin.

The old man looked at the chapped skin quietly, his lips squirmed slightly, and there was a hint of helplessness, and the sound of muttering came out gently. "Peace, fighting, what is the real end!"

The distant voice spread softly, and the funeral fire tribe was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere, and everyone looked at the slowly moving team in a daze, looking at the cold stone box in their eyes, with a painful, indescribable pain.

Shout!

In the realm on the edge of the Funeral Fire Tribe, the two figures flew across the sky like a hurricane, and the air vibrated with a slight twisting sound.

These two people are the two people who rushed back from the tomb, Ye Ming and Lei Qian, at this time, the eyes of these two people are slightly solemn, and their eyes occasionally look up into the distance, and a trace of worry slowly climbs into their hearts.

"What the hell is going on, this uneasiness?"

Night Darkness's body leaped quickly in the space, and the slightly mature face was full of but some looks at this time, just on the way they were on the way before, suddenly a trace of uneasiness climbed into their hearts for no reason, and that feeling of depression was a pain in the heart.

"Night Hades, what happened, the sound of the sacrifice sounded before, something big must have happened in the tribe, otherwise this sound would not have sounded. Behind, the golden crow roared, and the fat face was also stern, and there was also a strong uneasiness in his words.

The sound of sacrifice is a strange ritual of the funeral fire tribe, whenever the ceremony sounds, no matter where you are, as long as you are the blood of the fire witch, you can feel the sound of sacrifice, the most noble sound of death.

And now that the sound of sacrifice and death has sounded, it is obvious that what happened in the tribe is definitely not a trivial matter, and Jin Wu also feels that the sound of sacrifice and death before is stronger than before, and the surging back love is infected to them thousands of miles away, and you can imagine how important this person is to the tribe.

"Could it be Ah Gong. ”

During the flight, Ye Ming's body trembled slightly, and his eyes showed a thick look of fear, I don't know why the old man with white hair suddenly appeared in his mind, thinking of this, the uneasiness in Ye Ming's heart became more and more intense.

"No, it's impossible, Ah Gong's illness has obviously been suppressed, and he must be wrong. ”

A murmuring and panicked voice rang out, and the expression of the night was constantly changing, and its figure was rapidly skyrocketing, looking at the funeral fire tribe in the distance, and a hint of prayer flashed in the pupils of his eyes.

"Grandpa, you must be fine!"

Behind, not far away, Jin Wu's face also showed a panicked look at this time, his eyes looked into the distance, I don't know why, as he approached the tribe, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, as if something fearful was waiting for him.

"Sister?"

"No, how is this possible, who is Sister A's opponent, even if it is Daddy, he can't resist Sister Shang, how can this absurd thing be possible, it must be too hearty. ”

A beautiful figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and Jin Wu's pupils suddenly shrank slightly, but for a moment, he shook his head with a wry smile, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Secretly suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Jin Crow threw out the uneasiness in his mind, and then gritted his teeth tightly, his heart moved, and the speed of terror suddenly skyrocketed.

In the vast sky, the two figures flashed away like streamers, leaving behind long arcs, and the speed was amazing, and the terrifying whistling sound resounded.

On a huge altar in the depths of the Funeral Fire Tribe, the cold stone box slowly stood in the center of the platform, and around the altar, there were dozens of stone pillars, and on the stone pillars, flames rose one after another.

And on the periphery of the altar, seven or eight old men dressed in strange costumes, their faces painted with horrors, and their hands were holding a long wicker, on which were wrapped with terrifying flames.

The seven men waved the wicker of the flames, and their bodies walked slowly around the altar, and there were strange sounds coming from their mouths from time to time.

Around the altar, there are countless figures, the whole tribe is gathered here, children snuggled in the embrace of their parents, the small black eyes are stunned to look at the stone box on the altar, the little nose is also slightly sniffing, the eye sockets are extremely red, and the suppressed choking sound comes out gently.

Not only the inhabitants of the tribe, but also some old people with respectful status, and even the four great witch envoys who never came forward were standing in front of the altar at this moment, their eyes were all looking at the stone box with a deep sadness in their eyes.

Directly in front of the stone box, Jin Xuan was lying on the ground, and a choked voice came from a big man, looking at the cold stone box, Jin Zhen's pupils were full of tears.

On the altar, seven people walked slowly, and the wicker continued to pass through the stone box mountain, and it seemed that after dozens of breaths, one of them slowly stepped forward and gently lifted the imprisoned stone box.

And Peng Zu, who was not far away, saw this, but his pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a strong look of remorse in his eyes, and he turned his head slightly, he couldn't look at the thing in it, the thing that made him extremely sad.

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