Ding Xiaoyi only felt that his throat was dry, and the veteran actually knew that he was a reincarnation.

And he used to be a member of the Dayong Jiazi Battalion, but he couldn't remember anything, and his memory was blurry.

The candle flame in the low house was like the burning soul flame, Ding Xiaoyi looked at the faint candle flame, and he seemed to feel his soul trembling inexplicably.

The sensation was subtle, and the blood in his body seemed to boil again. Could it be that his background was in this low house, he couldn't help but secretly wonder.

The carriage walked slowly along the narrow street, which seemed to have no end in sight.

But Ding Xiaoyi was full of thoughts, and he already had a guess in his heart. The veteran brought himself to this place where the soul fire burned, not to evoke his memory.

There seems to be an obsession in the depths of his memory, but this obsession makes Ding Xiaoyi tremble, and he doesn't know if this obsession is real.

The extraterritorial enemy is mysterious, and he doesn't know what happened to the Dayong Jiazi Battalion a hundred years ago. I just feel that the obsession in the depths of my memory has not surfaced in his mind, and who is he and where does he come from?

Life has an end, and the narrow streets eventually come to an end. Ding Xiaoyi looked at the end of the narrow street, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Roaming the narrow streets, he felt a torment, an agony that exhausted him physically and mentally.

He didn't know if this suffering was a responsibility, he didn't know what kind of existence he had in his past life.

It's just that after seeing the old soldier with a gloomy back, he knew that he should believe the veteran. The veteran of the Dayong Jiazi Battalion, this is a kind of faith, the belief of the Dayong veteran.

"What do you feel?" The old soldier rode his horse, and the carriage slowly stopped at the end of the long street, and behind him were rows of low houses, each with a fragile and flickering candle.

Each candle flame is like a burning soul, strange and tragic.

"Enthusiasm boiling", Ding Xiaoyi replied to the veteran truthfully and frankly, but the veteran nodded and said, "It should be so."

All this seemed to be expected by the veteran, and it seemed to be unexpected. And Ding Xiaoyi's real feeling is like this, he feels that his blood is boiling, this feeling has not appeared for a long time.

The millions of heroes of the Dayong Jiazi Battalion fought in the void, burning his soul into the eternal calamity, how could he not let his blood boil.

"You have to find your own background, no one can help you", the veteran lifted the reins, and the carriage moved slowly.

The low houses behind him seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist, which became more and more blurry under Ding Xiaoyi's vision.

Eventually, the low house disappeared as if it had never existed.

"This is the soul mound, the soul mound of the million-robed robe of the A-shaped battalion, only the members of the A-shaped battalion can see it, and if you can see it, it means that you were once a member of the A-shaped battalion." The veteran's voice was very soft and low, but Ding Xiaoyi listened to it word for word.

"Burning with a million soul fires, the enemy outside the territory, the sky can learn from it, and you will die without regrets." The veteran said faintly, but Ding Xiaoyi trembled inexplicably in his heart, he felt that his soul was about to fly out of his body and fly towards the vast night, he was going to fly outside the void.

What is beyond the sky, what is above the void, Ding Xiaoyi doesn't understand, he only knows that there seems to be a kind of inheritance imprinted in his bones.

This is the inheritance of responsibility, and the veteran took himself through this narrow street, just to make his bones brand the inheritance of the A-shaped battalion.

"Senior, how high was the cultivation of the soldiers of the A-shaped battalion back then?" Ding Xiaoyi asked this question that had been pressed in his heart for a long time.

He felt that the cultivation of the soldiers of the Dayong Jiazi Battalion should not be very high, but he died outside the void, which made him very puzzled.

"They are all ordinary soldiers, without any cultivation. The cultivation of the top general of the Azi Battalion is just a super-grade Heavenly Destiny Realm", but the veteran's answer surprised Ding Xiaoyi.

The enemies outside the territory are fighting them above the void, but the cultivation of the soldiers of the Dayong Jiazi Battalion is pitifully low.

"They are a group of respectable people, and even though they are lowly in cultivation, none of them flinched. They burned their souls and came to the void, and they died, but they died as they deserved, but they also died worthlessly. The veteran's contradictory words made Ding Xiaoyi slightly stunned, but he immediately understood.

"Someone in the Star Tower has made a move, right", Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were solemn, and then he asked the veteran. The old soldier's rickety back trembled slightly, he groaned for a moment, and finally sighed without answering.

Regarding the veteran's actions, Ding Xiaoyi was also inexplicably gloomy in his heart. Millions of soul fires burned out, just to defend against foreign enemies.

And they are just a group of ordinary soldiers, but it is these millions of ordinary soldiers who rush into the void without hesitation.

They are the most honorable people, and the fire of their military soul will not be extinguished. It doesn't matter what the truth is, Ding Xiaoyi knows that Emperor Yonghuang will not let the veteran take him to this remote street without a purpose.

It didn't matter who he was anymore, he knew what he was supposed to do. The night was vast and the stars were shining, but Ding Xiaoyi's mood was unusually heavy.

What kind of role Xinglou is playing, this makes him very puzzled and puzzled.

With a "swish", a slight sound of stepping into the air came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears. His face froze, and the carriage came to a halt.

The old soldier's stiff back straightened slightly, and there was a bit of murder in his cloudy eyes.

The carriage was surrounded by several men in black, who had a cold glow in their hands. The bodies of this group of black-clothed people were not too tall, and they were a head shorter than ordinary people.

Ding Xiaoyi knew the identities of these men in black, but he didn't expect that these men in black would be so bold.

At the feet of the emperor of heaven, there are always some people who will do something impulsive. Ding Xiaoyi slowly stepped out of the carriage, the veteran's back was rickety, but his face was extremely calm, and he did not have any fear.

This is not because of his advanced cultivation, but because of the pride of a veteran.

"Kill him", a cold voice sounded, and several black-clothed people turned into several afterimages and rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi.

I saw the cold light tearing through the night, and the killing machine suddenly appeared. Several black-clothed men rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi with lightning speed, and every cold light was condensed with a cold killing intent.

"Zheng ......", a high-pitched sword groan resounded through the night sky, and Ding Xiaoyi moved,...... Even though his spiritual sea is completely destroyed, he is not a lamb to be slaughtered.

His body flickered, and the long sword in his hand rushed away like a god and a pen, and a blood-colored light like a sunset rushed to the sky.

A sword rolled up a bloody light that shot into the sky, and a man in black fell silently. The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand was like returning to its roots, without any brilliant sword rays coming out, only the layers of sword shadows unfolding like an overwhelming spread.

One after another, the sword shadows harvested the lives of a man in black, and after counting the time, Ding Xiaoyi collected his sword and stood.

Next to the carriage, several black-clothed people had fallen down. In just a few breaths, this group of powerful black-clothed people were all killed by Ding Xiaoyi.

The old soldier had no expression on his face, as if he had all this under his control. The veteran didn't make a move, he just sat firmly on the wheel, and the reins in his hand didn't let go.

His expression was calm, his gaze was as cloudy as ever, and he didn't even look at the men in black who had fallen to the ground and died.

The carriage continued to move forward, and the direction was the Liehou Mansion in the north of the inner city. Ding Xiaoyi didn't say a word, he felt that he came to Yinning, the imperial capital, as if he was in a storm.

His arrival has attracted the surveillance of various forces, is he so popular? Late at night, the carriage appeared in front of the gate of the Beiliehou Mansion, and at this moment, there was a young man wearing a Confucian robe standing in front of the gate of the Beiliehou Mansion.

When Ding Xiaoyi saw the man, a bright smile appeared on his face. The man looked at Ding Xiaoyi, and a clear and clean smile also appeared on his face.

"Senior Brother Ding, don't come unharmed", the man said to Ding Xiaoyi kindly,

"Senior Brother Ziyu", Ding Xiaoyi jumped out of the carriage, and then patted the young man in the Confucian robe on the shoulder. The person who came was Ziyu from Shushan, and Ding Xiaoyi was also surprised and happy about Ziyu's arrival.

In Liangzhou, they fought side by side against the Northern Demon Army, and they joined hands to fight against the master of the first hall of the Heavenly Demon Temple, and this kind of friendship made him feel warm in his heart.