The curling green flame is like a beacon that guides travelers in the night.

At least that's how Zao Wujiang feels now.

The appearance of this blue-gray flame burning is just like what he saw in the Zhaoling Tomb, on Li Chunfeng's bronze lamp.

Why do several of their clans have this grey flame? Zhao Wujiang walked step by step towards the people who were sluggish.

He was in Zhaoling, and he didn't feel the breath of this flame carefully, but now from these clan elders, he could feel that this flame gave him an extremely familiar feeling.

It's like this flame comes from him, like he is always wrapped in this flame, never separated.

"Zhao Wujiang... If you kill us, you will have a blood feud with several major clans! Never die! A patriarch of the Liu clan screamed, and he shook his body, trying to stand up.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at him, ignored it, and with a flick of his finger, the blue-gray flames rising from the clan elder's hand rushed towards him.

In the horrified gaze of the clan elder, the flames turned into a blue-gray fireball the size of a head in Zhao Wujiang's hands.

The strange green light reflected on everyone's faces, constantly distorting.

"This fire is from Zhaoling, right?" Zhao Wujiang spoke slowly, his eyes cold and compelling.

The clan elders quietly moved their bodies, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they found that Zhao Wujiang had not exuded killing intent towards them.

"Yes."

They stubbornly said, now that Zhao Wujiang is questioning, although the killing intent is gone, they don't want to provoke Zhao Wujiang.

Just now, Zhao Wujiang carried his hands behind his back, and the blow of Yun Dan Qi had already left an indelible impression in their minds.

"More than ten years ago, the various clans under the Zhaoling Xuangong competed, and our clans found a bronze everlasting lamp, and failed to take it, but captured the candle flame of the everlasting lamp."

Zhao Wujiang bowed his head: "What's so strange about the candle flame?" ”

"Burn your own life, scatter the power of the sky." The old man of the Zhou clan looked at the shrinking fireball in Zhao Wujiang's hand, and his old eyes were shocked.

The fireball continued to shrink in Zhao Wujiang's hand, and the flames drilled into his body along Zhao Wujiang's palm, as if cheering, turning into a boiling hot stream.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host forged with the Flame of Everlight, and the system is about to be upgraded. 】

A systematic voice suddenly appeared in Zhao Wujiang's mind.

Flame of Everlight? Is this the name of this flame? Can it upgrade the system? Zhao Wujiang's heart was surging, and this was the root of his familiarity?

Why is this flame related to the system?

"You still have a lot of these grey flames in your clan, right?" Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice, although there were a lot of flames flowing into his body, they were all basically only a trace of it.

It is also impossible for the clans to completely bestow the flames on these clan elders, and they should store more.

"That's natural, but I advise you to die of other thoughts, the depth of the clan's heritage is not at all what you can imagine!" The clan elders and others silently breathed, and their cultivation was recovering rapidly.

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Li Changfeng's figure flickered, appearing on the ruins.

The surrounding soldiers collided, and the city defense rushed to hear the news.

"Let's go." Li Changfeng sighed.

Zhao Wujiang didn't answer, his five fingers stretched, and the disappeared flame in his hand appeared in an instant, and the green flame curled.

He felt that his cultivation had become a little stronger, but he didn't feel that he was being devoured.

The closer the armor became, there were countless people around, Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and waved, and the blue-gray flames swam like a dragon, shooting towards the clan elder.

The next moment, a terrible and abnormal shout came out, and Li Changfeng frowned, but did not stop Zhao Wujiang.

"Let's go." Zhao Wujiang said with a cold face, the flames swam and returned to his hands.

Li Changfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, he knew very well the power of this flame, and he also knew that all races had this world-destroying flame.

But whether it was the Bronze Tripod or this flame, Zhao Wujiang could command him in an instant, as if Zhao Wujiang was originally the owner of the Bronze Tripod and the flame.

Zhaojia Village, Yucheng ...... Li Changfeng sighed, and with a light tap of his toes with Zhao Wujiang, he disappeared into the ruins, leaving only a dozen or so clan elders who were languishing.

......

The light faded.

Huguofang, everyone is sad.

Wang Yifang was placed in a wooden coffin, the coffin was dark brown, not big, but worthy of burial. (This chapter is not finished!) )

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His body.

"Wang Zun was preparing his coffin a year ago." Li Xiaozuo's tears overflowed his eyes, and he sobbed:

"He didn't use gold and jade, but wood, and he didn't choose big materials, he said, for fear that the person carrying the coffin would be affected."

As he spoke, Li Xiaozuo couldn't hold back any longer, and lay on top of the wooden coffin and cried loudly.

Zhao Wujiang was wearing a white cloth on his head and a hemp rope hanging at the end, he couldn't say what he felt, and he didn't feel too much sadness, as if he was born, old, sick and died, it was really like the normal feelings of people on weekdays.

His eyes were warm from time to time, and there was not much turmoil in his heart, just like Wang Yifang was not dead, but tired and fell asleep.

"The eldest brother has revered Duke Wei all his life, and I will bury him in Zhaoling and be in the same mausoleum as Duke Wei!"

Zhao Wujiang's tone was firm, and the paper money in the brazier was burned, curling into the air, and the black after the burn was glowing red, and it was blown down by the breeze.

"Ke Chun..." Li Changfeng threw down a piece of yellow paper, glanced at the crying Li Xiaozuo, and sighed:

But he wouldn't agree! He has been foolish and loyal all his life, and he will not be buried in Zhaoling with the same meaning. ”

"He'll agree." Zhao Wujiang's face was expressionless, and his tone was unquestionable:

"Definitely!"

......

Chang'an, which had not rained for a few days, also had a light rain.

The drizzle is silent, and only the fire candle in front of the spirit is quiet.

Li Xiaozuo knelt beside Zhao Wujiang, his eyes were red and swollen, and his beautiful face was full of pity.

Zhao Wujiang stared at the letterhead left by Wang Yifang in his hand, and he had already had a cup of tea.

Wang Yifang wrote two letters to him before his death, and I don't know what kind of secret he recorded.

"My brother is enlightened."

The four characters are full and lush, and there is affection between the horizontal skimming.

He pulled out the first letterhead, the yellow-white letter paper shining a little brighter in the light of the fire.

.....

The mountains stretch and there are a few lights.

Beneath the darkness is a sparkling light that flickers in the mountains. @精华\/Shuge*First update~~

The light is closer, and the ancient village in the mountains is in.

The dog barked and the child cried, and the woman cursed the man and laughed and roared.

In a small mud house, the firewood crackled and burned, and the yellow clay walls were licked and blackened by the tongues of fire that had been deep for years.

A big hand caress the mud wall, and when you reach out and touch it, your hands are full of black ash.

The big hand caressed his face, the black ash crossed, the original ordinary face was painted with a few black marks, he bared his teeth, and then slowly tightened the arrow feathers inserted into his abdominal cavity, and the big hand violently forced, and the arrow that pierced the flesh was pulled out, bringing out the red and some black flesh.

"It hurts... You actually put a piece of it... Ahh Hiss... After all, it's still me who wins the world!

I have the hope of immortality!

Hehehaha..."

This person is Yuan Tiangang, he fled all the way to this remote village, and at the moment he was seriously injured, but he did not worry about his life.

The last arrow was casually thrown aside, and his hands were covered with blood, and he lifted the pitch-black kettle on the side and began to wash away the blood.

Behind him, there are old women and children lying in a pool of blood, not far from the threshold, a sturdy middle-aged man holding a hoe, leaning limply against the door, his face is furrowed, his big eyes are angry, and the blood hole in his eyebrows is constantly flowing red and white.

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