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Embark on the road to heaven, only fight all the way, how many people wither like dead leaves, fall in a pool of blood, and bury their bones in other places!

A gust of wind blows, and the withered yellow leaves wither, making people feel the bleakness of autumn, which is a poignant scene.

In this ancient city full of autumn, the trialists are silently recuperating their bodies, for the next battle, in order to be able to survive.

In the evening, the sunset climbed up to the sky like blood, and the outlined sky seemed to be covered with thousands of blood, seeing this scene, people stopped silently, looked up, and gave birth to an inexplicable desolation in their hearts.

"Hey!"

Some of the monks would come to their senses, their eyes became a little dim, and they sighed helplessly, dragging their heavy steps in the cold autumn wind, the trees on both sides of the street had long since withered and yellowed, and the leaves were flying, and there was a kind of twilight and desolation.

Lin Qingfan went out and witnessed all this, but his eyes were blazing, his heart was like iron, every step was firm and powerful, his confidence was unwavering, and he walked on the mottled ancient road.

"What happened, why do I feel an inexplicable desolation? I'm so sad!" Lan Youyue, who originally ran out with Lin Qingfan, was infected by a heavy breath as soon as she entered the street, she raised her head, tears flashed in her eyes!

Lin Qingfan raised his hand and rubbed Lan Youyue's little head with a smile, and did not speak, but took the initiative to hold her little hand for the first time in the world and walked all the way!

He knew very well that after the baptism of the bloody battlefield, some monks were very tired, and although they survived in the sea of corpses and blood, they lost the heart to win.

Lan Youyue didn't resist or struggle, letting Lin Qingfan's big hand pull her, and suddenly, there was an inexplicable sense of security in her heart, and it seemed that the desolation disappeared with Lin Qingfan's big hand.

The two sneaked silently and came to a magnificent wine house, hesitated for a moment, and Lin Qingfan finally walked in.

Lan Youyue had no objection, she followed behind Lin Qingfan, her little face was a little red, and as soon as she entered the wine squirrel, she seemed to have encountered something new, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked everywhere.

As soon as the two of them ascended the stairs, they heard some lonely words.

"I decided to quit and return to my hometown without looking back, never to do any more delusions. ”

The person who said this sentence is an ascetic, his strength is not weak, and the cultivation in the middle of Jindan has become extremely vicissitudes of life in just a few months, his eyes are no longer sharp, he is a little dim, and he drank a glass of wine with great sadness.

"Really...... Did you quit voluntarily?" asked someone next to him, with the same bitterness, obviously with the same feeling in his heart.

"Gone, there's no point in staying, the people from the same place as me are dead, and I'm the only one left. I don't see a little hope, even my brother is dead......" The ascetic shook his head, and a drop of crystal tears slid down his face, expounding the incomparably desolate!

Many people are silent, a kind of sourness wells up in their hearts, this is the unwillingness and sadness in their hearts, once a domain of people, after stepping on this road, there is no longer the aura of the past.

Once upon a time, they each stood at the top of a domain, young and ambitious. But the conceited people have tasted defeat here and become a stepping stone in the eyes of another group of strong people.

A decadent young man, when he was drunk, suddenly hugged his head and cried, his emotions were out of control, he could not help himself, with unwilling tears on his face, and said: "What are the former pride, the former glory, what are we here?"

The cry of this young man touched the hearts of everyone present, the road to heaven, this is a battlefield that belongs to a few people, it is too cruel for others, they are just a group of pathetic passers-by and dead people.

Many people are silent, recalling the past years, and they have also been conceited, roaring the world, swallowing thousands of miles, but on this road, many people taste bitterness.

"The person I like, died in front of me, she was so sad, but I was powerless to save her, I could only tremble and pick her up from the pool of blood, watching her eyes dim, her body cold, and losing the last trace of brilliance. Another whispered, full of pain, drank the last glass of wine, and resolutely stood up: "There is only hurt and pain here, I don't want to remember it again, so I'll leave tonight." ”

More than a dozen people stood up at once, staggered downstairs, and went to find the general of the city, who wanted to embark on the return journey and never look back.

On this night, one after another, with unwillingness and pain, with a kind of depression, silently passed through the teleportation array, leaving the road to heaven and leaving the place they once dreamed of.

When the autumn wind rises, there are women singing in a low voice.

The song is like crying, faint swallowing, with the autumn wind, accompanied by falling leaves, sprinkled on the ancient city.

A pile of bones on the road to heaven, this is the destination of most people, it is a cruel reality, and it has no effect to be confused and unwilling.

As soon as they arrived at the Second Heaven, there was no hope, because some monks clearly realized that dozens of people in this group alone were better than themselves, and they were still talking about competing for power.

Some of the remaining people, some of whom chose to stay in this city, believed in their own potential, thinking that they could only grow slowly and eventually become truly strong in the future.

There are also people who just want to sharpen their strength, stay strong enough, and then return to their hometown.

People have different aspirations and aspirations.

Some people are lost, some people show their edges, their personalities are different, and their fates are different. On this night, some of the monks left behind played their swords and sang, and the swords shook the heavens and the earth, and the blood and fighting spirit were high.

Lin Qingfan is very calm, has the experience of two lives, is used to seeing life and death, since he embarked on the path of cultivator, bloody battles to the present, what confusion is there for him?

Only a heart as strong as iron.

In the early morning, the rays of sunlight are sprinkled, golden and vigorous, and the sky is full of brilliance and vitality.

On this glorious morning, everyone felt a great power and became extremely confident.

This is a kind of tempering of the state of mind, and the remaining strong are always strong.

The Triple Heaven will be a resolutely different path, therefore, the Triple Heaven Ancient City will not forcibly require monks to step in, and they can stay for a long time again to cultivate their own strength.

Bathed in the early morning sunshine, Lin Qingfan felt a vigorous force, as if the road ahead was bright, and the feeling at this moment was in great contrast with the night!

"Sure enough, it's a weird ancient city, presumably, this city is to hone the state of mind of cultivators!" Lin Qingfan smiled slightly and muttered to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Lan Youyue took Lin Qingfan's big hand and asked suspiciously.

"Let's go, go find the general!" Lin Qingfan smiled slightly, did not answer Lan Youyue's question, but walked forward.

As the sun rose, many people were suspicious of a commotion on the street, followed by a loud noise.

"What happened?"

All the people were astonished, and they went out into the street and asked passers-by, but they found that most of them were young people, and they were rushing in a certain direction.

"What's the matter with this sensation?"

"The killing god is gone, exiting the road to heaven, and taking a young girl to embark on the return road together!"

"What?"

The entire ancient city was boiling in an instant, and one by one they were speculating, why did the killing god withdraw at this time, were they afraid of being targeted by the peerless powerhouse in the road ahead?

No, the God of Killing will never retreat because of a strong enemy.

Is it because of that girl?

Everyone speculated, but no one knew the real reason.

The killing god left, and everyone only saw a vague figure disappearing into the light of the teleportation array, why he withdrew became an unsolvable mystery!