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Zhenxi Shenhou died a disgraceful death that year. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Coincidentally, most of the thirteen gods of the Great Wei Dynasty died like him.

Therefore, most of their graves are also very simple.

Like the gods of Zhenxi, there are also the Yuan family to bury them, build temples, and even send people to repair them every year, which can be regarded as a better ending. After all, most of the remaining gods do not even know where the graves are, and there are no longer a few who have no place to bury.

Of course, what the Yuan family did was limited to that.

The temple is not large, although some people repair it regularly, but after all, it has been a long time and looks a little dilapidated. The incense burner in front of the statue was swaying with some incense that had long been burned, and it looked like no one had come to worship for a long time.

Mo Qingling didn't know the history of this temple, she turned her head to look at the black-robed man on the side suspiciously, as if asking what was here.

The black-robed man only responded lightly: "Demolish." ”

Mo Qingling nodded, and gestured slightly to the man behind him, the man understood, and several burly barbarians came out behind him and walked to the statue that had already crawled with some green moss.

There was only a muffled sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, and the statue, along with the things placed on the desk, was haphazardly knocked to the ground by the brutes, revealing a high platform made of stone under it.

The barbarians glanced at Mo Qingling with some hesitation, and after getting her affirmative look, several people took out the giant axe behind their backs, glanced at each other, and then began to smash at the stone platform with their blunt heads.

The stone cast into the platform was only some very ordinary stone, so in a few moments the stone broke open, revealing what it was hiding - a coffin.

When several barbarians carried the coffin out, Mo Qingling's face changed.

It's not because there is anything wonderful about this coffin, on the contrary, because this coffin is too ordinary, whether it is the material used, or some of the carvings on the outside, it is very ordinary, even the cheeks. She couldn't help but wonder if there was really something in this coffin that could save her father's life.

But the black-robed man's eyes lit up at that moment, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile. And Yuan Xingsong, who was wrinkled beside him, had even more red eyes, and his tongue licked his lips imperceptibly, like a refugee who had been hungry for a long time, suddenly saw the most delicious food in the world, and his face was almost unquenchable greed. But soon this greed was suppressed by him again.

Because the coffin looked very ordinary, several barbarians slammed it open with a little less force, fearing that they would destroy what might be very valuable inside.

But when their axes struck the coffin, the surface of the coffin suddenly had a golden glow, and the bodies of the brutes shook, as if they had been hit by some terrible impact, and in the next moment, they all let out a muffled snort, and their bodies flew out in all directions like kites with broken strings. The already dilapidated walls of this temple were all overturned under the impact of the huge bodies of the barbarians, and the entire temple collapsed at that time.

A spiritual power poured out from the body of the black-robed man at that time, enveloping everyone, including Mo Qingling, and the building wood above his head still collapsed, but it couldn't hurt them in the slightest.

It wasn't until dozens of breaths passed that the dust from the collapse of the temple gradually dissipated, revealing several figures shrouded in the spiritual power of the black-robed man. And the black-robed man also put away his spiritual power at that time, he stepped forward, his body trembling a little and walked to the coffin, the red light in his eyes was great.

Mo Qingling's face also changed, and she realized the extraordinary nature of this coffin at this time, and she couldn't help but look forward to it a little more.

The black-robed man stretched out his hand at this moment, and he began to gently caress the coffin, as if he was caressing his long-lost lover.

"Of the eight drops of divine blood that were lost back then, there really is one drop hidden here. He murmured softly in a voice that only he could hear.

Then, without further speech, his hands were sealed, and as they shifted, some very jerky syllables began to pop out of his mouth.

At the same time, blood-colored light began to emerge from his body, constantly surging towards the coffin.

The golden light on the coffin was so great that it was entangled with the blood-colored mist, like fire and water meeting each other, and began to melt each other and extinguish themselves.

Mo Qingling and the others looked at the scene in front of them nervously, they knew that the moment the coffin was opened, the things that could save their father's life in the black-robed mouth should be placed in it. But no one noticed that at this time, Yuan Xingsong, who had always been submissive, was full of greed again.

After about half an hour passed, the black-robed man's breathing gradually began to be a little disordered, and a little sweat began to appear on his forehead.

But fortunately, the golden light on the coffin began to dim, and it seemed that it was finally unable to resist the blood-colored mist emitted by the black-robed man, and after a few breaths, it completely dissipated.

At that moment, the ordinary coffin began to shake violently, as if something was about to break out of its cocoon.

A red light that was even more dazzling than the black-robed man's body burst out from the crack in the coffin, and the corners of the black-robed man's mouth who were a little out of breath showed a smile at that time. He stretched out his hand and shook it in the direction of the coffin. The stone slabs that covered the coffin turned into powder.

Then a man was revealed lying quietly in a coffin.

He was born very ordinary, but even with his eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep that could not tell whether it was death or a coma, his expression was still so serious. If Su Changan was here, he would definitely be surprised that the man in front of him and the Zhenxi Guan Divine General looked seven or eight points similar.

Of course, at this moment, no one cared about the man's face, and he wouldn't even sigh why he was still the way he was in front of him after decades of time.

Everyone's eyes were looking at the drop that slowly surfaced as the coffin was opened, and the blood was wrapped in golden blood.

Mo Qingling and Mo Haiya looked excited, although they didn't know what this drop of blood was, but just from the faint spiritual power fluctuations emanating from its body, everyone could perceive the extraordinaryness of that blood, and this thing should be the purpose of their trip.

The red glow in the eyes of the black-robed man, who had always been indifferent, was also rolling at this moment, and he was a little excited and stretched out his hand to grab the drop of divine blood floating in front of him.

At that moment, a voice burst out.

The black-robed people were horrified, and the black qi around him surged, and he shouted loudly: "Yuan Xingsong, you dare!"

But just breaking the golden seal on the surface of the coffin had already consumed a huge amount of spiritual power, and the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from Yuan Xingsong's body were also stronger than he imagined. Therefore, no matter how angry he was, Yuan Xingsong's old figure rushed in front of him and snatched the drop of divine blood alive.

Such a change was unexpected by everyone present.

By the time they came back to their senses, Yuan Xingsong had already held the divine blood in his hand. He looked at the object in his hand excitedly, the blood-colored light reflecting on his greedy and wrinkled face, making his appearance look a little distorted.

"Yuan Xingsong, you're looking for death!" Before Mo Qingling could say anything, the black-robed man turned his head to look at Yuan Xingsong and said through gritted teeth.

"Looking for death?" Yuan Xingsong's face was a little crazy. "You and I don't know, you have to take this thing to save the life of the barbarian king of Raush. I have turned my back on my people, my ancestors, for your sake. I gave up everything, I can't die, and as long as I get him, I can not die, I can even get stronger!"

"You don't know it! it's—" The black-robed man was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"I don't understand! It's medicine! It's just stronger than the medicine you gave me. As long as I devour it, I will become stronger, and I will be able to live forever!" As he spoke, the madness on Yuan Xingsong's face became even worse, and he opened his mouth suddenly, swallowing the drop of divine blood into his mouth amid the exclamations of everyone.

Su Changan's body suddenly sped up after feeling the breath from the divine blood, and he moved there.

But soon, he stopped himself.

He came to the clearing where their army had been stationed.

Then he saw the dense corpses, as if they had rotted.

It was difficult for him to distinguish their appearances, but from their clothes, he could know that some of them were former soldiers under Zhenxiguan, and more importantly, the people who used to live in this Laiyun City.

But now, they're all dead.

Their bodies were laid out like abandoned garbage, their faces withered, but it was not difficult to see in their wide-open eyes the fear and despair of their deaths.

Su Changan stood in the middle of this mountain of corpses, looking at the white bones under his feet, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He used to hear people talk about how his uncles and ancestors sacrificed their lives to save the common people, although he liked such stories, and he also revered those uncles and ancestors he had never met.

But, the common people. What exactly. It was too broad a concept, so broad that it seemed like a castle in the air.

But now, looking at the tens of thousands of corpses under his feet, he began to understand a little.

The anger that had been contained in his body began to surge wildly at that time, and he knew that this was not right, and that it would only lead to worse results. But it is like a fire burning in his heart, and if he does not vent it, he will be burned by it.

But at this moment, an exclamation came, and Su Changan's eyes that gradually became blood-red flickered, and the red light receded.

He looked in the direction from which the voice came, but saw a girl in a white dress running in his direction in a daze, and behind her, there were hundreds of blood-red men.

Those men were tall, with their breasts exposed, and they didn't look like the clothes of the Great Wei people. And what surprised Su Changan even more was that there was a dark aura around them, and that breath was the breath of the Protoss.

Su Changan didn't know how this girl had escaped until now, and he didn't know why these soldiers dressed as barbarians had the aura of the gods.

But he was absolutely unwilling to watch this survivor, who was probably the only survivor of Laiyun City, suffer in front of his eyes.

Therefore, his figure moved, took out the long knife called Xiahou Blood from his back, and swept it in the direction of the girl.