Zhang Qing looked at the old man for a long time, until the other party became sneering under his gaze.

"Official, you are knowledgeable, and you don't know the origin of this mask, but this exquisite shape must not come from ordinary people, and the price can't go down."

Zhang Qing looked at the mask on his hand, "How much." ”

"Chenghui, fifty wen."

"Fifty Wen?!" Before Zhang Qing could speak, a woman next to him had already shouted, "Why don't you grab it." ”

"Madame said with a smile, rob, how can this come quickly." The old man looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and said with a smile.

"I don't have any money." Zhang Qing said as he put down the mask in his hand.

The old man stopped him, "No, no, no, official, you have it!" ”

"What do you have~" The old man's voice suddenly turned into a charming chuckle at a certain moment, and before he finished speaking, a burning palm had already grabbed the opponent's neck, and the terrifying power instantly sealed the opponent's spirit, and then the Nine Madhi True Fire burned.

Almost instantly, the old man in front of him turned into ashes and scattered.

"Giggles~ You come to catch me, catch me, you can do whatever you want?"

The woman next to her suddenly twisted her body and leaned towards Zhang Qing, looking like she was picking up.

But this time Zhang Qing didn't make another move, but frowned and looked at the ashes floating in front of him, the ashes were gradually moving towards the dark red sky above his head, and slowly, submerged into those dark cracks.

Zhang Qing found that he seemed to have disappeared something, but he couldn't remember what it was.

When she came back to her senses, the woman beside her was already walking away with great disgust, and the expression on her face looked as disgusting as if she had stepped on dog shit.

In front of the stall, the old man was gone, replaced by a young man with a sad face.

"Where's the boss just now?"

"What boss? I'm the boss. The young man looked at Zhang Qing with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Qing didn't say anything anymore, but slowly put down the white fox mask in his hand.

At this time, the young man raised his hand to stop him.

"You have already bought it, and we will not return it here."

"Bought it?"

Zhang Qing looked at the young man, "I bought it from an old man. ”

"That should be my father, I didn't expect you to look so young, but you are not young."

"My dad has been dead for ten years."

As soon as the words fell, a certain immortal pattern in the depths of Zhang Qing's soul began to flicker wildly, and Zhang Qing finally remembered that he had forgotten something.

10-year lifespan......

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Zhang Baijian has been a little busy these days, and what happened to Zhang Bixiao is not the only one, which has also caused the other clansmen he needs to contact become more frequent.

His means are not unlimited, and the huge consumption is not just as simple as resources.

But today, he, who had been preparing for a long time, hesitated.

He felt an incomparably distant vein, and when he wanted to see what was going on, his hand stopped in mid-air.

His mind was very confused, and then after a long time, he looked at the blood-colored altar under his feet, and then he felt the distant blood again, and then he wanted to connect, and then ......

The repetition took a long time, until at a certain moment the space around him began to collapse, and scenes of world destruction appeared in Zhang Baijian's mind.

The crimson sky was falling, the boundless earth was turning into dust, everything in the void was torn apart by invisible forces, at the end of the distant horizon, he saw the figures frozen one by one, and also saw the earth and stones converging into the shadows of human beings, there were towering giant trees hanging human beings like fruits, and there were huge waves that were monstrous, drowning countless ships.

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He heard the roar and felt the anger in it, but eventually, everything became distant, as if illusory, and disappeared from his mind.

But...... However, Zhang Baijian was still extremely shocked and frightened, because in the mid-air in front of him, a human made of ceramics was emerging in front of him little by little.

The other party resembled a kind of chrysalis, and the earthy shell on the surface fell like shards, revealing one of the figures wearing armor.

The moment he touched the surrounding void, even before Zhang Baijian could see what that person looked like, the human beings within the armor turned into a beam of winding light and rushed straight into the sky, but because this was the secret space of the immortal fire, no one saw it.

Seeing that light gradually distorted, Zhang Baijian's perception of it gradually turned into smoke, green smoke curled up, and disappeared in an instant, and only a pair of fiery red armor was left in the air in front of him.

"Fire Celestial Soldiers." The moment Zhang Qing saw the armor, such a thought appeared in his mind.

"Fire Ministry Heavenly Soldiers, Gilded Fire Spirit Heavenly General's subordinates, Chiyan Chong Spirit God General, Yan Ling Department Heavenly Soldiers, the 70,000th Era of the Heavenly Emperor Calendar, with the gods will Chiyan Chong Spirit Immortal to fight ......"

"Conquest ......"

At this moment, the thought seemed to be stuck, and then it seemed to skip a certain process.

"Died in ...... At the end of the 70,000 and 1st era of the Heavenly Emperor's calendar, he died in ...... The realm of non-existent immortals. ”

This is a person who does not exist, a heavenly soldier who does not exist in the record, and this kind of record, even in the record of heaven and earth, is the so-called trace.

He, they, were forgotten in some strange world, and the moment they were forgotten, it meant that they were dead.

In the long river of time, there is no record of them, no space is boundless, there is no place for them, no sequence of cause and effect, there is no trace of them.

But they are the Heavenly Soldiers of the Immortal Court, and they are the subordinates of the Gilded Fire Spirit Heavenly General who is in charge of the Heavenly Soldiers of the Fire Department, but ...... No one knew they existed.

Heaven and earth gave Zhang Baijian such a cognition, and at the same time, Zhang Baijian also recalled so many years in his mind.

It seems like...... About the thirty-three days of brokenness, there are traces of immortals, there are rumors of immortals, but there is only - there is no trace of these heavenly soldiers who fought for the immortal Dao Dao unification.

Even the Zhang family, who has the inheritance of the Heavenly Soldier Immortal Law, seems to have never heard of the shadow of the Heavenly Soldier in the process of being broken for thirty-three days.

Is it because they are so weak that even the immortals disappear and fall in the catastrophe that has no meaning of measurement? But the four heavenly soldiers and generals have the largest number of immortals.

Those god generals, heavenly generals, are all supreme immortals.

But in the thirty-three days of broken records, there is no shadow of any heavenly soldiers and generals, as if they do not exist in them.

"So...... Is this a corner of the truth? A forgotten heavenly soldier has now truly appeared in front of my eyes? ”

Zhang Baijian looked at the quaint armor, there were many scars on it, it was the record of that heavenly soldier, he didn't even seem to have a name.

And what made Zhang Baijian even more magical was that this armor was very strange, it was between a third-order magic weapon and a spirit treasure.

It's okay to say that it's a third-order magic weapon, but that's because it can touch the void, and even merge into the void, saying that it's a spiritual treasure, but it lacks the most important spirituality of the spiritual treasure.

Even, it's like a tool forged by mortals.

The armor was suspended in front of Zhang Baijian, instinctively absorbing the aura of heaven and earth within this immortal fire secret realm, it was able to breathe and repair itself.

Coming back to his senses, Zhang Baijian mobilized the power of this secret realm to seal it in a small space, looking at the pool of blood under his feet, he did not forget what he was here for.

Sensing the traces of many clansmen, Zhang Baijian chose the direction of Zhang Bixiao and others.

"It's been so long, and I don't know if the clan brothers have figured out where they appeared."

He remembered the existence of a heavenly soldier, but at the same time, he also forgot the existence of a person.

Everything just went with the flow.