Chapter 1951 Desolate Grave Ridge

"Whose imperial order??" Tang Fengye glared.

"In addition to the emperor above, which emperor can you?" Old man, are you flooding your head again?" Tang Wu, the marshal of the Western Frontier, reached out to touch Tang Fengye's head.

"Get up!!" Tang Fengye pulled his hand away.

"Yo ho, the little old man is still so irritable. I said a long time ago that I would let you find a mother-in-law, reconcile and reconcile, maybe you can give birth to a cub, lest you die. ”

Tang Wu looks heroic, as high as two meters five, like a falcon, majestic and majestic, imposing, you can feel the sharpness of his eyes from a distance, and the undisguised aggressiveness.

However, his face was pale and frightening, his eyes were as slender as an eagle, and the corners of his mouth were slanted all the year round, with a bit of wildness and a bit of evil.

For the Western Blood Demon Clan, this face ...... Let them be in awe and fear, like an invincible Optimus Pillar, stubbornly suppressing the gate of the Demon Spirit Clan's western frontier.

"Don't make a fuss. What's going on?'re all back?" Tang Xindian himself was a little strange.

His personality and posture are more calm, his lips are pursed, and his eyes are slightly narrowed, giving people a sense of security that is extremely strictly forbidden and calm, which is also related to his perennial guarding of southern Xinjiang and vigilance against the central forbidden area.

It's too important to be missed, and it takes someone of extreme rigor to keep it down. Merely...... The tragedy of the Demon Spirit Emperor back then became his eternal pain and the only stain on his life.

Tang Yu looked at Tang Chen and them, and then looked at Tang Yuanque and the others: "It's a rare event, everyone who should come is here." ”

"Did you have an accident in the Spirit Pool?" Tang Wuxiang has a good temperament, but his appearance is thin, giving people a gloomy feeling. He is extremely protective, and his protection of his generals and his own race is no less than his own children, but for foreign races such as the Star Clan, he can kill and never leave him alive, and he can fight and never let go.

It was his existence and 'skillful control' of the rules of conspiracy that suppressed the Star Clan, the Spirit Clan, and the Bone Clan, and suppressed the conspiracy-ridden Terran world.

The four marshals have their own characteristics and differences, the only thing they have in common is their supreme holy might, as well as their outstanding military exploits that have not faded for thousands of years, and they have a deterrent to the surrounding races.

All of them are well-known 'soldiers' in the entire abandoned war world.

"Prince Cang ordered you to come back?" Tang Fengye recalled his doubts three days ago.

Tang Chen also came over, could it be that my father summoned the four generalissimos??Why did you do this??

"Prince Cang's mind clone descended on the military camp and ordered me to leave in secret, without any entourage, and I must return to the first-line Tianhua Spirit Pool within two days. Tang Wu said.

Tang Wuxiang, Tang Yu, and Tang Xindian looked at each other, obviously the same situation.

"You have come back at the right time. ”

Tang Yiyuan was at the front of the team, with his back to them, staring at the Spirit Transformation Pool.

"The old dean has come out?" In the minds of Tang Wu and other marshals, the old dean has not asked about clan affairs for many years, let alone appeared lightly.

At this moment, the violent riot in the spirit pool suddenly stopped, and the earth that had been rioting before was trembling, and it stopped abruptly at this moment, and there was no movement, so that it made people feel inexplicably panicked.

All eyes were focused on the Spirit Pool again, but ......

I waited for a long, long time, but there was no movement.

It was quiet inside, like a dead place, as if there was nothing.

If it weren't for the dense cracks in the wilderness, people would think that nothing had happened before.

"Who can sue me, what is the situation?" Tang Wu spread his hands.

If it weren't for Prince Cang's illusory shadow personally descending on the Western Frontier camp, he would never have left the crisis-ridden Western Frontier in the current situation.

Before leaving, he told Tang Hong that no matter what happened, he would take a defensive posture and wait for him to return before counterattacking.

Fortunately, Tang Hong is often active in Western Xinjiang, is familiar with various affairs in Western Xinjiang, has a high prestige, and his defensive strength is trustworthy, otherwise Tang Wu would really not be at ease to come back.

"Go to Grave Ridge. "Prince Cang finally gave the first order in three days, as if something had rolled up from the Spirit Pool, the vast purple tide crossed the sky and walked towards the Desolate Tomb Ridge area in the northeast corner of the first line of heaven.

Tang Fengye, Tang Zhibai, Tang Yiyuan, Tang Chen brothers and sisters, Tang Yuanqi, Tang Shou, and the five generalissimos were all shrouded in purple light, and a force held them up and rushed towards the Deserted Tomb Ridge.

The crowd was strange, but did not resist, accepting the envelope of this force.

The rest, all stay here.

Millions of people looked at each other strangely, but they did not dare to resist too much. Except for the sparse discussions, no one dared to raise questions loudly and provoke a wave of trouble.

In the northeast corner of the first line of heaven, there is a barren grave ridge here.

Lonely and desolate, cold and bleak.

The dark, cold earth is full of weathered rubble and deserted graves everywhere.

A few bushes of wild grass are dotted, but they reflect the loneliness of the stone pile and the sadness of the desolate grave.

This is the 'ruins' of life, this is a place where no one is allowed to enter, and this is a place where the corpses of many sinners in the clan are 'dumped' after they are put to death.

Because the corpses were all sinners, the land was named sin and abandoned by the people.

The barren earth, the bitter cold wind, the cold stone piles, and the white bones of the forest can be seen everywhere, which forms a stark and extreme contrast with the vitality of the sky.

Occasionally, a few small beasts and wild insects will haunt the forest, snatching the bones and eating the flesh and skin, adding a bit of cruelty and blood to the desolation here.

For the people of the Heavens, this is a place of shame.

No one wants to throw his body into the wilderness in the name of a criminal minister, no one wants to be recognized by the people after he dies, no one wants to die desolately, die miserably, and bear the spit of all the people after death.

Because of this, this place is inaccessible, whether it is the tribe or the army, they will walk around this place on the way, and they don't even want to look twice, for fear of getting the evil spirit inside.

In this land soaked by sin and desolation, the desolate graves are mostly piled up with rubble, and after many years of wind and sun, they have become stone piles one after another, revealing the corpses inside and being eaten by small beasts, but between the desolate tombs, there are four relatively special desolate graves.

They are also piled up with cold gravel, simple, desolate and lonely, the only difference is that there are several simple wooden signs standing in front of them, because of the age, the wooden signs are rotten, and the handwriting on them can no longer be seen, and it is impossible to distinguish whose tomb is here.

In the wasteland of rubble, their existence is very different, out of place, and yet so sad.

But it is in this deserted grave ridge that 'no one should approach', in front of these four special deserted graves, there is a mighty man.

The tone of the Deserted Tomb Ridge is gray and desolate, but his existence is powerful and vivid.

He was majestic, tall and tall, with a bronze complexion, and his coarse linen clothes could not hide his exaggerated muscles, nor could he hide his steely body.

The long black hair was tough at the roots, scattered behind him, reaching his waist.

Looking from behind, I couldn't help but be oppressed by his strong and upright body, sighed by his steel body, and squeezed by his vast aura like mountains and rivers.

was even more attracted by the three-meter-huge iron sword behind him.

Man and sword, the same rudeness, the same simplicity, but the same fearful, I can't help but look at it a few more times, and I can't help but retreat in horror, suffocated by the atmosphere of the mountains and rivers that pervades them.

Looking at each other head-on, this person's facial features are clearly defined and deep, giving people a wild nature, and a little cold, but they are hazy and hazy, and they can't see the real appearance clearly. Or it can be seen clearly, but it will be forgotten when you think about it.

Seems...... He doesn't really exist in this world.

At this moment, he stood in front of the tomb, looking at the four lonely tombs in front of him in a distracted manner, surrounded by a cold breath. His cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus, and his dark eyes were full of calm,

That's it...... Cold ...... Quiet ...... Looking at the four desolate graves in front of him.

Until...... A purple tide of light enveloped the Deserted Tomb Ridge, and Prince Cang descended in front of the four Deserted Tombs.

When the tide of light dissipated, the crowd appeared in turn.

"This is Grave Ridge, and I've never been here. "Marshal Tang Wu looked around the wilderness, endless desolation and misery, endless loneliness and coldness.

But...... Their attention quickly fell to the front.

They noticed the four tombs and frowned.

Who is so bold as to dare to erect a tombstone on the Deserted Grave Ridge?!

But all the corpses that are thrown here are all sinful, and it is already a blessing to not throw the evolution spirit pool, and simply piling up a tomb is the only remaining respect for the deceased, and it is absolutely forbidden to erect a tombstone?

They noticed the mysterious man and were surprised.

They were frightened by the atmosphere of the mountains and rivers in front of them, and sighed at the strength of this person, but they were generally very unfamiliar.

But...... This sword......

"Qilufu? Why are you back? No...... Are you still alive?!" Tang Fengye was surprised and delighted, this iron sword, this body, this breath, isn't it the famous mountain and river iron sword Qilufu?!

Outsiders may not know his true identity, but Tang Fengye, the dean of the Military Affairs Academy, knows that he is a secret killing god directly under the former emperor, and he has been performing special tasks all year round.

"Qilufu!he's still alive?!" Tang Wu and the others secretly shook up, quietly exchanging strange glances, no wonder the aura was so atmospheric, it turned out to be him, he was still alive in this world?!

The five generalissimos naturally knew the 'big horseman' Qilufu, and knew that he had a special relationship with the former emperor and had contacts that outsiders could not imagine. It's just that even if they are marshals, they haven't really met Qilufu, let alone seen each other in person in the demon spirit clan.