A 10,000-meter-high tombstone engraved with ancient characters.

Whose tomb is behind the tombstone?

Who is qualified and worthy of such a huge, towering tombstone?

He Wuxian was puzzled in his heart, so he flew over quickly to see what was going on.

When he crossed a distance of tens of thousands of miles and finally came to the front of the huge stone monument, he saw everything clearly.

The 10,000-meter-high stone monument stands up to the sky and the earth, and the whole body is pitch black, exuding a cold and solemn atmosphere.

It seems to have existed here for thousands of years since ancient times.

On the black stele of special material, there are traces of erosion of the wind and frost of the years, mottled and vicissitudes.

On the stele, there are six blood-red characters from top to bottom, vigorous and powerful, as if to break through the stele and fly to the sky.

Tomb of the Terran Heroes!

Other than that, no font exists anymore.

He Wuxian condensed the tombstone for a while, and then looked over the stone monument and looked at the back of the stone monument.

Not far away, there is a huge sinkhole, about a thousand miles in circumference.

In the low-lying sinkhole, there are piles of dark brown earth bags and tombstones.

It was dense, I don't know how many tens of thousands of dirt bags were all graves!

It is also a tomb that has survived for thousands of years and has been here since ancient times!

He Wuxie's pupils shrank, his eyes swept over this huge cemetery, and he finally understood.

This is the core area of the sixth layer of the world of the Tower of Babel, a cemetery where the heroes of the ancient people are buried!

He Wuxian was shocked in his heart, his eyes fell on the tombstones, and he looked at the rows of vague and mottled words with a solemn and solemn expression.

Tomb of the Snowy Sword King!

Tomb of the River King!

Tomb of the Nine Dragons War King!

Tomb of King Saint Hand!

The tomb of the king of the wonderful medicine, the king of the clear void charm......

One grave after another, one name after another, came into the eyes of He Wuxian.

He stared at the countless tombstones, his gaze gradually sinking into them.

His eyes seemed to travel through the years, seeing the scenes of ancient times thousands of years ago.

He could even see one after another Terran heroes, holding high their swords and weapons, full of unyielding fighting intent, rushing into the battlefield to fight.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, flesh and blood flying, gunsmoke everywhere.

They slay one powerful enemy after another, only to collapse in a pool of blood and die with reluctance and anger.

Gradually, He Wuxian's fists clenched, his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and a thick anger and unwillingness surged in his heart.

It wasn't until a long time later that his mind slowly calmed down.

He stood under the huge black stone tablet standing up to the sky, and bowed deeply to the cemetery of the heroes of the human race.

Those people are the predecessors of the human race, and the pioneers of unyielding resistance.

Because of his meritorious service, he was buried here after dying in the war, leaving his name in the annals of history.

With a respectful and pious mood, He Wuxian flew into the huge cemetery, walked through the tombs, and walked towards the center of the cemetery.

He wanted to know who was buried in the cemetery.

The graves in the cemetery are arranged accordingly, and the more the graves in the cemetery, the greater the fame and merit of its owner.

An hour later, He Wuxian came to the cemetery.

He finally saw that the terrain in the center of the cemetery was slightly higher than the surrounding ones, and there were many tombs.

He counted them carefully, and there were one hundred and eight graves, all in a circle.

Inside this circle, there are twelve larger tombs.

There is no doubt that these twelve tombs are the most important people in this Terran heroic cemetery.

Next are the one hundred and eight smaller tombs that surround the twelve tombs.

These 20 tombs are more elegantly built, and the specifications are larger and more grand.

He Wuxian understands that these characters must be the great heroes of the human race, or the right-hand men under the seat.

He took a closer look at the headstones on these graves, and the answer soon came out, verifying his guess.

Sure enough, the one hundred and eight tombs that surrounded the circle, among which the one buried were the one hundred and eight generals under the seat of Emperor Xuanyuan.

These 08 people were all strong men in the Fourth to Sixth Realms of the Heavenly King during their lifetimes, and they were the generals who commanded an army of 100,000.

As for the twelve tombs in the center of the cemetery, the twelve commanders under the command of Emperor Xuanyuan are buried!

Every commander commands thousands of soldiers and horses, and they are all the strongest men in the Heavenly King Realm!

Not only that, He Wuxian saw that there were tablets on those tombstones, which briefly described the life of the twelve commanders.

Only then did he know that the twelve coaches were all eloquent and strategic, and they were also great heroes and heroes who shocked the world.

He Wuxian could have imagined that in the ancient war, the twelve commanders must have rushed bravely and shined, making the enemy fearful.

His gaze swept over the twelve tombstones in turn, and wrote down the tablets on them.

Xiao Farewell, the commander of the Tianshan Mountains.

He stepped into the martial arts at the age of eight, advanced to the Heavenly King for two years, and was the youngest Heavenly King powerhouse in the Tiannan Realm. A parting sword is behind him, a green skin gourd hangs on his waist, free and uninhibited, swordsmanship is superb, drinking and killing, and he is laughing and talking.

Mo Qingchen, commander of Lingshan.

Cultivated martial arts at the age of six, entered the Tao at the age of sixty, advanced to the Heavenly King at the age of sixteen, the first person under Tianzun, and the first beauty in the Tiannan realm. His book ** asked the Tao, cited as a human race Taoist classics, and its creation of ** swordsmanship is a soft and flexible swordsmanship, which is unpredictable and unpredictable.

Zhai Dongliu, commander of Meishan......

Zhu Hao, the commander of the mountain......

Huo Rang, the commander of Yashan......

Don't snow, commander of the snowy mountains......

Mowu, the commander of the sea......

Guan Chen, commander of the tide river......

He Wuxian never forgot the names of these twelve coaches, as well as their life deeds, one by one.

Perhaps, this is useless, but at least, I can remember these predecessors in my heart.

After a long time, He Wuxian withdrew his gaze and stood in front of the twelve tombs, bowing deeply.

But the moment he lowered his head and bent over, a terrifying thing happened.

He found that there was a shadow beside him, stretched long by the hazy starlight.

"Shadow, there is someone in this cemetery?"

"Starlight? The sky is gloomy and dark, where does the starlight come from?"

He Wuxian was shocked in his heart, and subconsciously looked back, and was suddenly stunned in place.

His eyes widened suddenly, and a look of horror and disbelief appeared on his face.

Just because, just ten meters behind him, there was a figure, standing in the air just from the ground.

It was an old man in a black robe, with a rickety body and a hunched back.

He is none other than a servant of God!

The servant stood quietly in the air, hunched over, his hands folded in his sleeves, and looked fixedly at the twelve tombs.

High in the sky, there were shining stars all over the sky, scattering cold starlight, covering the body of the divine servant, dragging a long shadow on the ground.

He Wuxian was inexplicably surprised, and it took a while to come to his senses, and he bowed his hand to the divine servant with a face full of surprise.

"Divine servant, why are you here? Aren't you dead?"

He clearly remembered that after the original reforged Tongtian, it was the divine servant who blew himself up and opened the gap in the heavenly realm and sent him to the heavenly realm.

Why is the Servant of God now reappearing?

He Wuxian was both surprised and excited, but also puzzled, and hoped to get an answer from the divine servant.

However, the servant of the gods did not respond to his words, and still bent over and bowed his head, staring at the twelve tombs, his eyes blank.

He Wuxian frowned, and under the doubts in his heart, he looked at it carefully, and then suddenly realized.

It turned out that it was not a real divine servant, but a phantom condensed by some kind of formation means!

"Strange, is this the Xuanyuan Heavenly Emperor, or is it a means left by the Divine Servant, why do you want the Divine Servant to appear here?"

He Wuxi's face was full of doubts, and he muttered secretly in his heart.

At this moment, the Divine Servant Phantom suddenly spoke, his face smiling, his voice as low and hoarse as ever.

"Little, you're finally here, the old man has been waiting for a long time. ”

As soon as he heard this, He Wuxian hurriedly replied, "Lord Divine Servant, are you here......"

It's a pity that before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the divine servant.

Because, the servant of the god continued to take care of himself: "Stinky little, you don't have to answer, the old man can't hear it, you can come here, it means that the old man is already dead." This is just a small trick used by the old man to leave you a sound and shadow and give you a little hint. ”

He Wuxian's face was stunned, a burst of grief welled up in his heart, and his expression became more and more solemn.

He said no more, it was all in vain, he just stood with his hands down and listened quietly.

Still smiling, the servant stretched out his hand to the twelve tombs and said slowly.

"These twelve little guys are the twelve commanders under the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, the most brave and combative martial arts powerhouses of the human race. All of them are martial arts masters, with both ability and political integrity, and martial arts powerhouses who have the talents of heaven and earth, and they have all made great contributions to the human race. ”

"Although they have died in battle, they are forever lost in history. However, the Emperor of Heaven buried them here, and their souls will never be erased, and they will still swear to protect the human race and the inheritance of the Emperor of Heaven. ”

"Therefore, the Emperor of Heaven took great pains to make a battle soul platform and sealed the souls of the twelve commanders into it as the twelve battle souls. ”

At this point, there was a pause in the words of the servant.

He Wuxian sighed in his heart, and immediately guessed something, and couldn't help but have a more complicated expression.

At this time, the servant slowly raised his right hand and stretched out his hand.

Suddenly, behind the twelve graves, the ground shook with a bang.

A black stone platform with a radius of ten meters, like a gossip compass, "rumbled" out of the ground.

This huge black stone platform exudes the atmosphere of cold vicissitudes, and the surface is engraved with mysterious patterns and symbols.

The words of the divine servant continued to ring in He Wuxi's ears.

"Thousands of years have passed, and if the world still doesn't know what the situation is, it must be even more unpredictable. As a descendant of the Emperor of Heaven, it is extremely dangerous for you to act in the Heavenly Realm, and it is impossible for the old man to protect you. ”

"This battle soul platform is left by the Emperor of Heaven to the heirs, and it is given to you, hoping to keep you safe at a critical moment. ”r1148()

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