Suddenly a strong wind blew around the sacred tree. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Divine Tree was unaffected, and a burst of blue light flickered, and a skeleton jumped out of that brilliance. The flexibility of the skeleton is no different from that of the Xuantian people, the difference is that the body of the dry bones like white jade is more dazzling than the skeleton monster, like artificially carved jade, which is as emotional. There is no coercion of terror, only endless affinity.

The dry bones really raised their waists and looked around, let out a long breath, and sighed: "I'm back! I'm home! The old man didn't lie to us, we will come back one day! Old guys, come out and see, this is the real Xuantian City!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" ......

Dry bones turned around suddenly, and saw the young man with a bloody face under the sacred tree, and was stunned for a moment. Then suddenly, he looked into the distance, but he didn't see anyone. The wind raged throughout Xuantian Square, and the dry bones raised their heads to look into the void, where there was a high lookout. With the strength of his dry feet, he jumped straight to the top of the platform, and his heavy body smashed the pillars of the observatory to shake. He was bathed in the wind, and he raised his eyes to look out of the city, and gradually, a blue fire burned in his blue pupils.

"Grandpa! The skeleton monster is in town!"

A child's voice attracted the attention of the angry dry bone, he turned his head to look at the main hall not far behind him, and said lightly: "Don't be afraid, child, see how Grandpa chases away the skeleton monster!"

Shui Er was stunned, in her eyes, this was a skeleton monster, at most a talking skeleton monster. When did she have an extra skeleton monster grandfather? Shui Er shrank into the door of the hall and flashed behind Xuan Zhongxing.

Xuan Zhongxing tried to bow his hand to the dry bone and said with a look of shame: "The Xuantian clan has been weak for a long time, thank you to the immortals for helping! Xuantian patriarch Xuan Zhongxing has seen the immortals!"

The dry bone turned around and returned the salute. didn't speak, just waved his hand, looked at Xuan Zhongxing's old body and shook his head: "I've suffered you for 10,000 years." You have endured in reality for thousands of years, and we have pondered in our dreams for countless years. But a dream is a dream after all, and the pain is still pain when you wake up from a dream. Remember, the Xuantian people will never die, and the realm of life cannot tolerate us, so we will enter the realm of dreams, and it is comforting to look at each other from afar.

Without waiting for Xuan Zhongxing to respond, the dry bones turned sideways and pointed to the divine tree: "Look at it, all the dead clansmen, they are all waking up from their dreams at the call of the clan blood, these are the immortal Xuantian clan soul......s! What we are waiting for is this day! This day, we don't want to have any more! However, who can control it? All we can control is the victory of a war, and the real rise of the Xuantian Clan depends on you!"

Dry bones turned around and looked a little lonely and said: "Let all the clansmen come to see, with us, you can be fearless and brave in the future!"

Xuan Zhongxing said in a deep voice, turned around and arranged.

Dry Bones seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, and with a gesture of his hand, one of the raging winds came to his side and enveloped him.

Some people came out of the courtyards around the square one after another, and they all looked at the lookout platform, and for a time they were shocked, panicked, relieved, joyful, hopeful, and all kinds of emotions surrounded the square.

Chongtu was completely hallucinating, his body was still hitting the sacred tree, but he didn't realize it. Between Biyi Yingying, an old man smiled kindly, stroked his head gently, and said lightly: "Child, you are tired, go to sleep, go to sleep." When you wake up, Master will give you a good city......" At that moment, Chongtu suddenly felt fatigue hit him, and with a tilt of his head, he fell asleep against the sacred tree.

There was a loud rumble between the voids, and in a short time, a dry bone that was taller than the previous one jumped out of it, and smashed the bluestone ground with dust and stones. The dry bones on the high platform shook their heads helplessly and said, "It's all light! This is the city of the clansmen, and it's yours!"

The tall dry bones that landed first hurriedly hugged the young dry bones behind him in his arms, and hurriedly said in a deep voice: "It's all light, light!"

"I'm home, why should I be light?" the young dry skeleton in the back was unknown.

The tall dry bone said impatiently: "Who knows, let you be light, you will be light, where is so much nonsense!"

The older dry bones in the back said: "This doesn't need to be asked, Xuantian City is at night, if you don't take it lightly, you will wake everyone up!"

The young dry bones suddenly said: "Old bones are old bones, what the military advisor said is true!

The old dry bone analyzed matter-of-factly: "It's just dawn, and the people in the city are still asleep. ”

The young dry bones walked out of the center of the wind and looked at the bright sky above their heads, and said, "Strategist, I finally know why people call you a dog-headed strategist." Look, it's noon!"

The old dry bone said angrily: "I said, your kid's bones are itchy, aren't they? When I go back, I will break your bones, so that you will never grow up!"

The young dry bone said unexpectedly: "No, why wait until you go back?"

"I don't understand, your bones are broken outside of sorrow, and you are dead. To go back is to be reborn!"

The young dry bones immediately flashed behind the big man's dry bones, and no longer spoke.

"Boom......" Those dry bones appeared next, obviously very careful, and nearly a thousand dry bones appeared in a short time. The sacred tree swayed gently, and the words of the wind drifted in all directions.

“...... Okay, what should come out must come out......" The green light faded, and the sacred tree said again: "...... Grief causes you to fall into dreams, and you don't rest on your laurels. The heavens of Xuantian City have not changed, only your hearts have changed, don't let fear swallow you, you have to learn to devour fear...... Children go, Moliu will sing a hymn for you, and the Yingji Fairy will also light up your soul again, the Xuantian clan will never die, what will really die is your faith......"

Xuan Zhongxing listened to the mysterious words of the wind, and his eyes observed the dry bones. He understood that these dry bones were all clansmen who had been devoured by the sacred tree, and he couldn't recognize any of them, maybe they had died too long ago, but the red gold breath that loomed on the shiny dry bones told him that they were the real Xuantian people. The Xuantian people who had lost their skin began to become extremely strange in his eyes, and he didn't know that the souls of these people were still not the real people. If it's true, then he has a good place to go.

Perhaps on a moonlit and starry night, he quietly lay down under the sacred tree, and his people were less needless sad, in fact he hated grief very much. Perhaps, because of this, many of his children have died, and he doesn't want to see them for the last time. Perhaps, the sadness is already there, but he doesn't want to face it. Speaking of which, sadness is also a very wonderful thing, some strong contagion, maybe lying under the sacred tree, being discovered by a certain clan, will cause even greater sadness, thinking about it, he has a trace of fear of sadness. Perhaps, is it because you are afraid of death?

Suddenly, the branches of the sacred tree flew up, enveloping all the dry bones beneath it. The dry bones on the high platform also jumped and came to the bottom of the sacred tree, and a light was like a blue glow, brushing all the dry bones......

Everyone outside the square held their breath, and when the green light dissipated, the dry bones turned green. The bright green color does not make the dry bones look friendly, but more terrifying. For a while, there were the cries of children, the exclamations of women, and the consolation of old people on the side of the square......

The branches of the divine tree finally wrapped Chongtu's body, and said lightly: "...... All right...... People always have dreams, and your dreams are not in the place of sorrow, but in endless reality...... Silly boy, who can tell if all this is true?Go on......" The branches stretched, and Chongtu fell out of them. He subconsciously looked at his wrist and found that it was intact, and suddenly, he stroked his forehead and found that there was no trace of blood. He was about to be angry, but he saw a big hand with dry bones reaching out to him.

"Are you—the long road?" Chongtu said in astonishment.

The dry bone didn't show any expression, just nodded.

The young dry bone ran over and said, "I am far away!"

The dry bones, known as the dog-headed military master, shook his head and said, "It's all your broken name!"

"You must be Wucheng!"

The kobold military advisor came to him with a bear hug.

The dog-headed military advisor patted him on the back, and then pushed him away and said, "Go and see Ye Man, he is the one who misses you the most!"

The old dry bones who appeared first stood there, motionless, just looking at Chongtu and their little friends from a distance. There was a blue in his eyes, but there was not a tear. In the land of sorrow, tears only serve to nourish the endless earth, to make the dream more real. Choose a sad life, but only die without sorrow for this moment. The old dry bone finally couldn't help but open his arms to Chongtu, Chongtu rushed into the old dry bone's arms in three or two steps, but cried loudly: "Sangma-"

"Silly child, we know about you, every footprint you have made in the world, we remember you in the land of sorrow. It is your failure, we are all engraved on a cornerstone for you. There are all your mistakes on it, and when you dare to enter your dreams one day, the cornerstone will remind you that in the future, you must not repeat the mistakes of the past! ”

The sacred tree swayed softly, and the breeze whispered.

“...... There are always times when we get together, and the clan difficulties still need to be solved, so go and drive out the people who don't belong to this time and space...... I...... Annoyed ......"

Chongtu turned around abruptly and said, "No! I want them all to die here!"

“...... Give up, kid. To adhere to the Tao, we should seek to be right, not obsessed with partiality...... It's time for you to be quiet in your dreams......"

"Okay!" Chongtu took a step back and immediately said, "I promise you, but you still bless them to run faster!" After saying that, he returned to the tree, picked up the bloody spear and headed for the south gate.

"Slow!" Ye Mang shouted, "Old Man Tree told me to keep an eye on you, lest you make another mistake!"