~ Second more, bleak for support. ~

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Everything fell silent, and the aura dissipated along with this picture, and the silk suspended in the void fell in front of Xiao Chen.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and Xiao Chen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with sadness. He didn't know the reason for everything that happened in this picture, and the countless perishing monks had nothing to do with him, but for some reason, his whole person was extremely sad, and his heart was full of unyielding faith.

"My monks, we must never forget!"

With a low groan in his mouth, Xiao Chen's face showed firmness, although he didn't know what kind of secret was hidden in it, but he had a firm belief in his heart, even if he was crushed to pieces, even if he didn't enter reincarnation, even if he killed the sky, he had to figure it all out!

Why was there such a cataclysmic battle all the time ago?What is the existence of the so-called Shang Clan?Who is the Endless Monk who is entangled in blood vines?Where did the arms that appeared in the sky come from?

Xiao Chen felt as if he had touched a secret hidden for the ages, which was full of sorrow, calamity, and slaughter, but he had no fear in his heart. Because my generation of monks, we must never forget! What we can't forget, Xiao Chen doesn't know, but he believes that as his strength improves and he explores slowly, one day he will figure out all these things.

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In the depths of the continent, on the top of the mountain, the old man was chained and silent.

At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his head, and his dim eyes revealed excitement, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the space.

"The breath of His Holiness decree, countless years, could it be that His Holiness has forgiven the mistakes of one of my lineages and re-dispatched the people to take charge. ”

Turbid tears slid down the old cheeks, but under the hideous scars, there was a little more sadness.

"The old man waited for a long time, and finally met the people, everything was worth it, it was worth it. ”

The voice fluttered, like a wild ghost crying, and the grief broke people's intestines.

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Hooking away from the old road and riding on a donkey, holding a wine jug, taking a sip from time to time, even in this crisis-ridden continent, it is still difficult to hide that free and easy bearing.

The Venerable Master Bogu followed him in the light, his face cautious, but in the depths of his eyes, it was difficult to hide his joy. After a few days, the colorful glazed fruit on the top of the mountain finally arrived, if it weren't for being here, this old guy would have been unable to help refining it on the spot.

The little donkey walks happily, and from time to time turns back to ask for a sip of wine, which is very pleasant.

In this way, under the careless leadership of the little donkey, the party easily avoided one dangerous prohibition after another, far from the old way of relying on cultivation to go on a rampage.

When the two of them and a donkey crossed a small stream and avoided the ban, the little donkey's eyes lit up, the speed of the hoof falling accelerated, and the "dada" ran happily forward.

Hook away from the old way's squinting eyes instantly opened, and muttered in a low voice: "Finally, there are good things again?" I said brother, don't have such a high vision, some treasures are obviously excellent, but you don't instruct us to collect them, isn't it a waste." ”

Bogu was overjoyed, which was why he was willing to work with the old way, because his donkey was so extraordinary, or more appropriately called a treasure hunting donkey, any treasure could be found no matter how deep it was hidden, and he had a keen sense of danger, and he could easily avoid all obstacles if he followed. What's more, although this little donkey is colorful, Bogu has seen its power, and under the fury, he can not fall into the middle of the battle!

Bogu and Gou Li's old way are old acquaintances, and he once asked where he got this little donkey. But the old fellow, who had always been unserious, was extremely stern, not only kept silent about the matter, but also warned Bogu never to ask again. is because of what secrets this little donkey is hiding, I am afraid that in this world, only the old way and this donkey know in their hearts.

Bogu shook his head, suppressed the thought in his heart, walked forward for a moment, and stopped in front of a giant tree.

Call it a giant tree, but it deserves its name. I don't know how long the trees have grown in front of me, the lush canopy covers a radius of dozens of miles, the roots are thick and bare, and they are like a fierce dragon.

The main trunk is as thick as 100 zhang, hundreds of zhang high, and the canopy covers the sky, giving people a very strong visual impact.

At this moment, the donkey was standing under the tree, walking back and forth, and there was a bit of anxiety in the surprise.

Hook away from the old way's face changed slightly, he had never seen a donkey react like this for thousands of years, and the figure fell to the ground at the moment, and his eyes looked cautiously at the ancient tree.

Bogu was juxtaposed with him, and his eyes were also a little strange, such an ancient tree, I am afraid that only this kind of strange place can exist.

After a moment, the two of them withdrew their gazes, their brows furrowed slightly, but they didn't notice anything unusual.

Seeing this, the little donkey was so anxious that he screamed "hey, hey", and his eyes were shocked, and he said in a lost voice: "What, you said that there are things from your hometown here, how is it possible?"

The old guy suddenly changed color, his eyes widened, and he looked at the ancient tree in front of him, and his face was cloudy and uncertain for a while.

Bogu was silent, the origin of the little donkey was magical, he had already guessed this, and the things in his hometown must be very difficult.

"Fellow Daoist Bogu, you stand back and wait for me to find out what is hidden here. ”

Hook away from the old way and speak in a deep voice, his voice solemn.

Bogu nodded, the light flashed, and the figure withdrew from the distance.

Hook away from the old way's gaze was solemn, and at this moment, he opened his mouth and bit his fingertips, and the red blood flowed out instantly, condensing into a blood bead, flashing with a strange luster. The old man's fingers fell, and he quickly smeared on the trunk of the tree, drawing complex lines and gradually forming a strange rune.

After the last stroke of this rune was completed, he let out a low shout from the old Dao mouth: "Appearance!"

With a low drink, the crimson rune on the trunk suddenly erupted with endless blood, and quickly spread, densely covering the entire tree, making the entire ancient tree bathe in blood light. Suddenly, at a certain branch, there was a sudden emanation of some strange fluctuations, and the blood seemed to be attracted, and it quickly condensed towards the branch, forming a mass of blood chrysalis, shrinking one by one, as if giving birth to something.

Click.

After a few breaths, the blood chrysalis shattered, and a golden bell with a golden body and the size of an adult's fist hung on the branches, swaying with the breeze, emitting a crisp jingle bell. The sound of the bell seemed to contain some kind of magical power, spreading in the air, spreading far and wide, as if it was summoning some sleeping being.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the donkey screamed, but it contained endless fear.

Gou Li Lao Dao heard that the color behind him instantly became extremely ugly, his body flashed, and his mouth burst into shouting: "Go! Get out of here quickly!"

Although Bogu didn't know why, when he saw the appearance of Gou Li's old way, his heart was also fierce.

The two of them and a donkey roared away.

In the back, under the bell of the ancient tree, the leaves withered and fell off, the cyan branches withered and decayed, and the vitality was instantly transformed into a rich breath of death.

When the last leaf withered, the ancient tree completely decayed, like a hideous skeleton, exuding an endless ferocious aura.

The ground began to tremble violently. A shriveled and withered palm suddenly broke through the soil, followed by a hideous and terrifying head, dressed in tattered clothes that had long since rotted.

A dried corpse emerges from the ground, stands above the ground, and raises its head to let out a raging roar.

The surrounding land, between the tumbling, densely packed with countless figures shook and stood up.

The whole body was decayed, but inside this dry corpse, there were powerful energy fluctuations. This fluctuation is not an unlawful force, but a breath of death.

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