The sky, blood-red, was crowded with layers of black clouds, cold and deep.

In the air, it was nothing, sprinkled with disturbing winds, sharp and sharp.

Here, there is no life, no living creatures, it is like the legendary Nine Hells, and everything makes people feel endless despair.

And it's in such a weird place.

There was a city, a ruin.

And this city.

Not only did it not weaken this desperate atmosphere in the slightest, but it deepened the strangeness of the ancient battlefield even more urgently!

Because.

There's a troop stationed here!

That's right, the troops.

Walk through the gate and into the ruins.

What caught my eye was an incomparably large army, facing each other from afar.

At a glance.

The spear is like a forest, the black armor is like a curtain, and the black pressure is overwhelming, and there is no end in sight.

The team was lined up neatly, with a wave of unspeakable evil aura and murderous intent, and pounced on it!

Such a strict and large team, without even the slightest sound, is like a stagnant water, which is more and more terrifying.

And with this dead silence.

The awe-inspiring aura that filled the air was even stronger, almost breathless.

Staring closely at this war department with no end in sight.

The first thought of the pastoral world is impossible!

In his first life, he entered the secret realm, and even took a supreme treasure from the secret realm. It is thanks to this that he was able to open the ninth reincarnation and become the supreme pastor of all races.

But.

Go through all the memories.

He also never remembered that there was such a battlefield, such a city, and such an army!

"Isn't this a secret place?"

The pastoral world couldn't help but murmur softly.

The cold wind blew on his cheeks, bringing a stiff ache that told him that it wasn't a dream.

And the black-pressed army in front of him continued to release bursts of boiling evil qi and murderous intent, pulling him into reality.

"Where the hell is this?"

The pastoral community was a little overwhelmed for a while.

He took a hard breath and stepped forward slowly.

The army in front of him is majestic, and at a glance, you can know that it is the elite of the elite.

The armor on their bodies is an unnatural black. When I got closer, I realized that it was not black, but a color made of endless blood, which had only dried up over time and became the black it is today.

"This is, War Department?"

"It turns out that there was already a war department before the endless years?"

"But whose war department is this, and why is it stationed here?"

"How could such an elite division die here?"

Mu Jie muttered softly, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke the nearest cultivator.

When you start it, it's cold, as if you're touching a solid rock.

This cultivator, no, this corpse has been completely petrified.

In the blink of an eye, all the cultivators who came into view were like this. The smell of antiquity pervades them, and the passage of time leaves indelible marks on them.

There are many corpses, all of which have been broken and are full of mottled cracks, as if they have come from a distant unknown era, mysterious and vicissitudes.

"Click!"

Suddenly.

A crisp explosion sound came, and in such a silent ruins, it was particularly harsh.

Mu Jie's heart trembled, and he turned his head to look.

It turned out to be the corpse he had just touched, and it suddenly shattered.

Pieces of armor cracked, revealing dense cracks like spider's webs. Almost in the blink of an eye, the corpse, which stood upright, completely shattered into a pile of fragments.

Followed by.

A gust of wind came from nowhere.

Sharp winds and waves swept through the shards, easily grinding them into powder and dissipating invisibly.

"Click!"

And almost at the same time.

Another explosion sounded.

It's like an agreed signal.

Bang bang.

Countless corpses began to shatter, one by one, collapsing and annihilating.

Tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of corpses all collapsed in front of their eyes, burning like sand, such a spectacular scene, the pastoral world was shocked speechless.

The sky is full of dust, obscuring the sun.

Strange places, strange scenes happen, really make people feel creepy.

Even if he is as calm as the pastoral world, he is a little confused about what is going on.

Until the dust slowly dissipates.

The ancient ruins, which had been tightly and neatly, suddenly became empty.

Looking at the city with nothing in front of him, the pastoral world didn't know why, and suddenly felt a little sad.

It's like.

In the send-off.

Say goodbye to a group of relatives who are inextricably linked with you.

“”

He shook his head vigorously and suppressed this somewhat nonsensical thought.

Look around.

His eyes tightened.

In the center of the ancient city, there was even a figure.

The straight body, with its head held high to the sky, looked extremely cold and lonely in the empty city.

"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!"

The pastoral world thought for a moment, and walked towards the figure.

This fossil is no different from the ones that have been broken.

The solidified face, the bloody black armor, the mottled spear, everything reflects the ancient Sangcang.

Keep an eye on the fossil.

There was no reason for a strong feeling in the pastoral world.

This fossil is very different from other fossils.

He seems

It seems to have life!

That's right.

It's life!

This fossil has a trace of life in its body.

Although it is extremely faint, it is still like a bright light in this incomparably dead space, extremely dazzling.

The pastoral world has a small eye.

Reach for the fossil.

Starting, it's still cold and cold.

Still, he felt a throbbing.

Fingers firmly, a little in the center of the fossil eyebrows.

"Click!"

A crack, centered on the center of the eyebrows, spreads rapidly.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

Dense cracks formed all over the fossil.

Mu Jie's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to take a few steps back.

Really!

As the cracks mounted, pieces of stone began to peel off the fossil. But different, this time, where the peeling is peeling, revealing a strange sheen.

There's something inside!

The spirit of the pastoral community was shocked.

"Bang Bang!"

The fragments rained down, the original black armor slowly fell off, and the faint light became brighter and brighter.

Sure enough, there's something in there!

As the last piece of debris fell, a brand-new body appeared in front of him.

It's a middle-aged body.

He was wearing a delicate suit of armor, and if he looked closely, he was covered with dense tadpole-like lines, which was mysterious and unpredictable.

"People?"

The pastoral world carefully looked at the guy in front of him.

His facial features are upright, and the lines on his face are extraordinarily rigorous, so rigorous that they seem to be carved with a blade. The armor on his body was extraordinarily close-fitting, and not even a trace of skin was exposed except for his head.

It looks like it's grown!

Grown?

Mu Jie was slightly stunned, and a familiar taste rose in his heart.

Vaguely, it seems that I have seen the same scene somewhere.

"That's right!"

"Fu Bing!"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

I still remember that the talisman he repaired for Qingge was like this!

Is this guy an ancient talisman soldier?

With a certain determination in my heart, I looked at the figure again, and the more I felt similar.

"The rune soldiers of the ancient times are said to be the incarnation of the gods worshiped by the tribe, and they have inexplicable power!"

"So, I found a god?"

"Hmm, that's interesting, I wonder if I can dismantle him for research?"

For the so-called gods, there is not the slightest reverence in the pastoral world.

In his opinion, whether it is a legendary god or an immortal, they are just the products of cultivation after reaching a certain level. To put it bluntly, they are the same living beings, and they are also intelligent beings, but the realm of 'their' is a little higher.

Take the cultivators, for example.

Cultivators who have reached the Divine Fetal Realm have already been able to fly into the sky, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they are also legendary immortals!

And the cultivators of the Divine Fetal Realm, in the eyes of the cultivators of the Peepping Dao Realm, are no different from ants.

That's it.

"Huh!"

Suddenly.

Mu Jie felt that his eyes lit up, and when he looked up again, he didn't know when, a layer of brilliant light lit up on this talisman soldier.

It was a blood-red glow, like a pool of flowing blood.

They flow along the inexplicable lines of the runes' bodies, lighting them up little by little.

When all the lines are lit up.

A dazzling brilliance suddenly bloomed on the whole talisman soldier, like a rising red sun, which made people dare not look at it directly.

Eccentric!

Just when the pastoral world was puzzled, the talisman soldier in front of him suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes are facing each other.

Rumble!

The pastoral world only felt that his brain was struck, as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

A coercive, domineering, arrogant and arrogant aura spread violently, centered on Fu Bing.

Dizziness and dizziness.

The pastoral world heard an ancient voice in his ears: blood as a sacrifice, soul as a sacrifice!

Sacrifice!

"Sacrifice?"

Mu Jie was slightly stunned, and came back to his senses.

It's okay not to come back to his senses, but when he came to his senses, he looked frightened.

His body was uncontrollable.

The right hand, which hangs down to one side, is quickly lifted as if it is being pulled by something. The five fingers were opened, and the fingertips were lightly raised, gently probing towards the eyebrows of the Fu soldier in front of him.

And almost at the same time.

The blood in his body suddenly boiled, like blazing magma, flowing down his arm to his fingers.

And then.

Use your fingers as a breakthrough.

A cloud of essence blood shot out and burrowed into the center of the Fu soldier's eyebrows.

The talisman soldier who devoured the essence of blood, and the violent aura quickly converged.

The light on him shines even brighter.

The blood-red armor seemed to be alive at the moment, blooming with even more brilliant light.

The dense lines, constantly swimming, followed a mysterious and mysterious trajectory, and finally converged on the eyebrows of the Fu soldiers.

In the blink of an eye.

An ancient symbol, formed by intersection, is tightly inlaid at the center of the talisman soldier's eyebrows.

"What the hell is going on?"

Finally retracting his fingers, Mu Jie only felt dizzy in his head.

Everything I have encountered in the past few days is so weird, and every thing is so uncontrollable.

This made him repulsed in his heart!

"Boom!"

And right now.

The talisman suddenly moved.

The eyes were opened again.

The expressionless face before is becoming more and more cold now. With those empty eyes, it's like a god of death who has woken up!

"Master!"

Fu Bing faced the pastoral world, knelt on one knee, and his voice was wooden.

"Master?"

"Who are you?"

"Do you have intelligence?"

The pastoral world was taken aback.

A thinking rune? a talking rune?

This is the first time I've seen it, right?

Hey.

Wrong.

This is the second one, and the soldier of Qingge can also speak.

"I'm Long Wei!"

"Tianlongwei!"

Fu Bing's voice did not have the slightest expression, full of and a touch of long-term vicissitudes, and suddenly pulled the pastoral world back to reality.

"Tianlongwei?"

"Why do you call me master?"

The pastoral world was full of doubts.

"Because!

The owner has the blood of the master in his veins!"