The ancestor of the soldiers shouted angrily, forced to look at the little turtle, his eyes were pressing, and there was a great majesty!

"What else can I do if I don't escape, how amazing Brother Qinglong was back then, and he was only one step away from the earth immortal, but no matter how powerful he was in the world, he was still torn apart by the dragon's body, and what can I do. The little turtle roared, and tears flickered.

Obviously, the feelings of the four divine beasts are extremely deep, and the catastrophe of the year was a hurdle in the little turtle's heart.

"Death is heavier than Mount Tai, or as light as a feather, if even the heavenly beast has given up, then what is the future. Sun Tzu retorted, drank with Dao, and was full of righteousness.

The little turtle was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and said in a low voice: "I really don't want to go anymore, it's a life-filling pit, and the immortals can't push it down, so they can only go and die as much as they want." ”

On the side, Mu Chen and the others were silent, their eyes wandered between the two, and at the same time, the curiosity in their hearts was also completely aroused.

Both the grandson and the little turtle have experienced a great horror unknown to the world, and at this time, what they are talking about must be the great secret of the world.

"So you gave up?" the grandson looked directly at the little turtle.

"I..."

"I ask you, have you given up!" he shouted angrily, a fire beating violently in his eyes.

The little turtle did not answer, it was very decadent, and it was silent with its head bowed.

Seeing this, Sun Tzu's expression gradually softened, he looked at the little turtle, revealing a look of reminiscence, and said softly: "I was fortunate to meet the remnant soul of the first generation of the green dragon, and was given a heavy task by the first generation, and obtained the green dragon holy art in the Nantian Four Elephant Method. ”

Sure enough, Mu Chen's heart whispered, he also happened to meet the first generation of Qinglong before, it seems that the ancestor of the soldiers sealed his soul in the carving of the secret room, and by chance, he also became the person chosen by the first generation.

This is the hope of the first generation of Qinglong for him.

"The future needs divine beasts, and the heavens will be entrusted to you, and you will not be allowed to leave this world, don't you understand? I hope that you can be like the ancestors of previous generations, with heaven and earth in mind, and keep one side peaceful. Sun Tzu said.

"I know my responsibility, besides, am I still running? As long as I'm still in this world, sooner or later they'll find me again. The little turtle whispered, angry and helpless.

"It's good to know, a few of them are good seedlings, maybe the future catastrophe will still rely on their strength, you have to protect the hope of the future. The grandson smiled and looked at Mu Chen and the others.

The little turtle nodded, and in reply, the grandson stopped talking when he saw this, and he walked to the front with his back to everyone.

Suddenly, countless rays of light descended from the sky, surrounding him, and the sound of the Great Dao Tianyin also played, and the figure of the soldier ancestor began to glow, and there was an aura leakage, which was a manifestation of the imminent transformation of the spirit.

"It's almost time, where are you going?" the little turtle couldn't help but ask.

"Although this is not my time anymore, there are still some things that I can't let go of, and I want to see them again. He replied, his eyes flashing with tenderness, and his back was very majestic, which made people feel in a trance.

The little turtle was stunned for a moment, then turned away, very depressed, and said in a low voice: "Go all the way." ”

The grandson nodded, with a sad breath, his body began to become more and more blurred, the breeze came, he turned into a rain of light, bright and crystalline, and drifted into the distance with the wind.

"Congratulations to the ancestors!" Mu Chen and the others saluted at the same time, saluting and shouting at the light and rain, with sadness in their hearts, and the curtain came to an end for a generation of bears, which made people feel desolate.

......

Bell, bell, bell!

At the same time, in the secret realm, the heavenly bell rang, mighty, like thousands of horses galloping, and even collapsed clouds, echoing in the sky above the five major regions of east, west, north, south, and middle, and the sudden bell instantly alarmed everyone.

"The time is up, the Holy Sepulchre is sinking. "In the Eastern District, someone looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

"It's been a few months, and it's finally here, and the once-in-a-century gathering of all races has finally come to an end. ”

The sound of the bell is like thunder, rolling high in the sky, this is the sound of the end of the curtain, which means that the Holy Sepulchre is about to sink, warning the creatures in the secret realm to retreat quickly.

Later, there was another rainbow bridge in the secret realm, colorful and colorful, leading straight to the sky, where a black hole was spinning, even distorting the surrounding light.

This is the entrance to the tunnel of the world and the exit to the outside world.

Subsequently, people began to retreat, stepping on the rainbow bridge from all over the country and disappearing into the black hole.

......

How can there be no parting in troubled times!

It's a small world, with a few monuments, and the dead leaves are falling, and the ground is yellow, which is the color that makes people feel sad.

The years have passed, after thousands of years, the words on the tombstone are a little unclear, the surroundings are silent, the picture seems to be only a moment, and it is like an eternity.

And today, a vague figure appeared in front of the tombstone, he was staring, with sadness, his gaze lingering on several monuments.

The wind rises, the shadow of the blowing is desolate, the yellow leaves are all over the sky, and they are raised, reminding many of the past, the wind stops, and the splendid life is also an unforgettable friendship.

"My comrades-in-arms, I have come to see you. He stroked the cold monument and walked through it one by one, this short few steps, spanning thousands of years of friendship.

"I really want to get drunk with you again. ”

......

This is the love she has never spoken in her life!

In the center of the eastern district, there is an ancient cave, and today a rain of light drifted in.

There is a row of carved pictures in the cave, and in one picture, the scene of the wedding day of the grandson and Bao Jiang is depicted, and the whole country celebrates, but no one finds a woman hiding in the crowd and staring at him affectionately.

Tears and laughter.

There is a Taoist platform here, where there were love and Taoist double flowers blooming, and there is an affectionate woman who does not know the world to leave a trace of obsession here, singing alone every day.

"I've been chasing your footsteps all my life, why haven't you stopped for me?

I hope that you are heroic and magnificent, and I think of you as a gentle and whispering night best man.

Love is hard to break, love is unforgettable.

Take pity on me for being lonely for half my life. ”

The voice is melodious, bleak and desolate, revealing sadness.

The vague figure came to the cave, and the woman's singing sounded in his ears, and he stared at the platform blankly, as if he was petrified, and did not move for a long time.

"I know, actually, I know—" He wept softly, tears rolling down his face, but they scattered into spiritual light.

......

This is what they used to be!

Three souls turned into rain and flew to three places, with his last reluctance and tenderness.

The tomb of his beloved wife Bao Jiang.

A tomb, a person, a past, a melodious song played a wind and snow.

The bamboo forest rustled, planted with a few poplars, and the white petals fell, sprinkled with heartache.

He stood in front of the grave, his eyes were full of tenderness, and at this moment he turned into a young man, his face was like a crown of jade, and his aura was extraordinary, just like when the two first met thousands of years ago.

"I'm back. He cried, blurring his vision. Who said that men don't cry, but they haven't reached the sad place.

"I'm sorry. ”

This is something that he has always been unable to let go of in his heart, thousands of years ago, he fought on the battlefield all year round, stained the blood-stained frontier, and spent almost negligible time with his wife Bao Jiang, and even finally let her go to the disaster alone, and when he returned, he was greeted with a cold corpse.

"This time, I'm not going to go again. ”

He whispered, raised his hands, and brought the white petals to fly, the picture was beautiful, and in the next second, he turned into a rain of light, fell into the grave, and melted into the soil.

A word to readers: The Holy Tomb is finally finished, and the following will return to the outside world, and it will be more exciting! In addition, the original text is on the Zongheng Chinese network, if you can, I hope that the brothers and sisters of this book can come to the genuine version to support Xiaobai.