"Kill, sons and daughters who have left home, come with me to kill this formation, kill this starry sky, kill this heaven and earth, and kill back to your homeland!"

Heaven and earth were filled with roars, screams, and the sound of magic weapons colliding. One of them was particularly harsh.

"Go home, let us go back to our homeland. ”

"If I ever return to my homeland in my lifetime, I will die without regrets. ”

"The old man hasn't been home for too long, I don't know if everything is still the same? Is the family still thriving? Is the little grandchild still alive? I'm afraid after the catastrophe...... Alas!"

"Go home, how many years has the old man not been home, so long that the old man himself has forgotten his age, and the old man also wants to go home, but now he can't help it, alas!"

There were two people standing at the top of a city gate that was tens of thousands of feet high, and it was an old man in a white robe who was on the right who spoke.

This city is so vast that you can't see the edge at a glance, and from a distance, it looks like a dormant desolate beast, and when you get close to it, there is an extremely strong bloody aura rushing to your face, and there is also a sense of killing and coldness that makes people who face it tremble without a fight.

The entire body of the city wall is purple and black, as if the thickest blood has been spilled on it all year round.

The city gate is as high as it is geometric, and it is not a few miles wide and like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, and the sharp and shining spikes grow densely on the bloody mouth, making anyone who wants to break through this gate seem humble and insignificant.

The two people on the top of the city gate, on the right is an old man in a white robe, his hair is white, and the skin on his face is smooth and moist like a baby, but his eyes are as deep as a pool, and if you look closely, you can find that the space around the old man is faintly distorted, as if he can't escape the sucking of the old man's eyes.

On the right is a shadow of blood, sometimes as if it were a substance, sometimes as distorted and transparent as an image, and the blood shadow could not see the face clearly, and even the clothes were blurred.

"Home? Where is home! This seat has fought all his life in the eight wildernesses of heaven and earth, and no place can stop the footsteps of this seat, and no place can stop the iron horse of this seat, and now I don't know where my home is!"

The blood shadow sighed faintly and spoke, the voice seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Shadows, low and magnetic, but there was a bloody aura permeating the surroundings, as if with the opening of this blood shadow, a terrible scene of corpses and a sea of blood and countless people wailing appeared behind his figure.

"Daoyou has fought countless battles in his life, killed the enemy without knowing how to go, opened up a boundless territory for the lord, and now he has guarded this pass for tens of thousands of years with his body, which is really indispensable and admirable!"

The white-robed old man said with emotion after listening to the blood shadow.

The Blood Shadow shook his head, sighed, stopped talking, and looked at the sky.

The war is raging in the sky, there are human figures everywhere in the sky and the earth, and there is the light of magic weapons everywhere, the miserable screams, the angry rebukes, the regretful sighs, and the mournful roars, making people dare not imagine what kind of human tragedy this is, and the roar of going home still keeps ringing.

"They desperately tried to break through this world and want to go home, but we tried our best to prevent them from going home but could not go home, but they did not know that the road was broken, the people were gone, and their homes were destroyed! Sad! Sad! Pitiful!"

The white-robed old man sighed and slowly spoke, his face revealing a sad color, and he didn't know whether to feel sorry for the monk who died in front of him without knowing it or for himself.

"I don't know if it's a kind of happiness, I have the idea of going home in my heart, and I naturally have the courage to fight and live. Pity the soldiers who defend the city, knowing that they have no home and continue to fight here endlessly, hateful!"

After listening to the words of the white-robed old man, Blood Shadow also said something after feeling his sorrow, and at the end his voice was fierce and silent.

The white-robed old man knew that the blood shadow was hating himself for being injured and not being able to fight side by side with the soldiers, so he shook his head and didn't say anything, diverted his attention to this war that he didn't know how many years it should last, and pondered.