Fixing the dragon vein, covering the sky, covering the sun, moon and stars, the blood river passing through the ground, and paving the road for white bones, is to bury the dragon bureau for thousands of ancient times, and the bureau can kill the immortals, which is an extremely terrifying murderous place.

In such a killing situation that exterminates a qiē vitality, there is only a wisp of vitality left, but the killing situation is dangerous and terrifying, almost incomprehensible, and Lu Xia's appearance is the only variable here, it seems that there is a pair of invisible hands in the dark that have pushed him step by step to the point where he is now.

Although he didn't know who was manipulating his fate, with his cleverness, he naturally knew that if Yiqiē was really as he thought in his heart, then that almost unsearchable wisp of vitality would definitely be found by him.

"After all, I can't get rid of the control in the dark, is it still too weak......" Lu Xia's eyes were full of brilliance, and the world he saw in his eyes at this time was something that no one could see or know.

He was silent for a moment, then no longer hesitated, raised his feet and cautiously walked towards the top of the majestic ruins, this place was too strange, I don't know what the dark shadow encountered before was, but there must be a sleeping protector here.

Ancient books have recorded that the death and resentment in the ancient burial dragon bureau are too heavy, and it is bound to condense evil spirits, and the evil spirits will be given the important task of guarding this place by the burial dragon bureau.

Lu Xia thought that he was still 108,000 miles away from the sage, so he had to be cautious again and again, his strength was not enough to support him to run rampant in such a terrifying eternal killing situation, perhaps, only the ancient emperor had this kind of supreme cultivation that pushed the eternals across.

I don't know if the aftermath of the black shadow monster in the previous battle shocked other unknown murderous creatures, but Lu Xia walked through this time, but he didn't encounter the slightest obstacle.

But just as he stepped into the towering ruins like a mountain, there was an earth-shattering roar in his ears, as if there were countless earth-shattering battles going on in the heavens and the earth, the crazy fighting cries, the earth-shaking attack explosions, as if the killing that shook the sky countless years ago was repeated.

Lu Xia's heart was awe-inspiring, the ups and downs of the killing machine and the fighting spirit between heaven and earth were actually like layers of mountains smashing down, and like a monstrous wave washing sand, although he could not see the tragedy of the first war of the year, but in the tube, in this earth-shattering killing sound, the tragedy and grandeur of the battle can be seen.

He walked dozens of kilometers away, and walked according to the dry bones of the shrouded corpses that he had seen in his previous memory, and soon he saw a dry bone in the ruins, the dry bones were already broken, and the bones on his body exuded a solemn meaning, as if with a killing intent that could kill the sky, but at this time, most of the bones on his body were full of cracks, as if they would be weathered at any time.

"How strong was this person in his life? A dry bone has such an earth-shattering coercion, if it weren't for the erosion of time, it must have been difficult for me to even get close at this time. Lu Xia was very shocked in his heart, this place was worthy of being the center of the palace, and he didn't know how many cultivators had gathered here back then.

There was a faint light at the heart of the dry bones that suddenly flickered, and there seemed to be an inexplicable power of law in the surrounding space rippling like a light wind, causing countless ripples.

"The power of the law!" the sage ......" Lu Xia was dumbfounded.

With his intelligence, how can he not see that this is the corpse of a saint at this time, under the erosion of endless years, the law cultivated by this saint is slowly dissipating, but this person must have been able to protect a wisp of law power and Dao heart, accompanied by the infinite battle intent that seems to want to conquer the Quartet.

This is the first time Lu Xia has seen the corpse of a saint, and it is the first time to observe the bones of a saint so closely, he was fascinated for a while, this ancient burial dragon bureau is really fierce, it is worthy of being able to hide the heavens, but the eternal killing game that can kill the immortals can actually disobey the will of heaven to keep the bones of the saint.

On the side of the bones, there is also a line of blood characters, the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and the spirit is lofty, and the supreme demeanor of the person who left the words that day can be vaguely seen.

"You can still fight, and swear to stain the sky with holy blood!"

What a tragic and tragic declaration this is, and he is still willing to dye the sky with holy blood until he dies? What is he fighting for? What kind of fighting characters are so cultivated, and what kind of battle requires them to make such tragic sacrifices?

Lu Xia really couldn't imagine anything else that could make so many peerless characters still fight with high spirits and swear to fight to the death when they are alive and dead.

"If it's because of the people who laid down the Ten Thousand Ancient Burial Dragon Bureau, then the people who laid out the layout are too terrifying......" Lu Xia could only sigh.

Suddenly, his gaze froze, on the right side of the dry bone, where the finger bone was, there was a line of words, scribbled, as if written before the fall, in a hurry, the last stroke of the last word was not written, leaving endless regret and sadness.

"Zhongji Zhang Chaolin. Lu Xia carefully recognized it for a while before muttering it, but his eyes were filled with surprise.

He actually heard of this name, the legendary Zhongji is the gathering of the strong, the last place of enlightenment, among which there are eight saints, the cultivation is strong, known as the "Eight Saints of the Middle Pole", and this Zhang Chaolin is the head of the Eight Saints of the Middle Pole, and it is rumored that the cultivation has first touched the eighth level of the ninefold realm of cultivating immortals, which is a strong party.

However, tens of thousands of years ago, all eight people disappeared, and they did not know where to go, which shocked the heroes of Zhongji, and they did not expect that they fell here.

In this way, this battle should have been tens of thousands of years ago, or it could be even more ......

Lu Xia's heart seemed to have set off a monstrous wave, and there were more and more fogs in this place, and even people who cultivated like this fell here, what happened back then? How did he appear here? It is rumored that the "Eight Saints of the Middle Extreme" never walks alone, so does it mean that the other seven people are also here, and they have also fallen?

The more he thought about it, the more surprised he became, after a long time, after not seeing the slightest clue, Lu Xia sighed lightly, the golden light appeared, and the fist as big as a casserole smashed a big pit on the snow-white ground, and then he slowly pushed Zhang Chaolin's bones into the pit, and the endless dust and sand were raised, and the powerful and earth-shattering saint was buried in this desolate ruin, and then, a stone tablet was erected by Lu Xia, and the book read: Zhang Chaolin in the middle pole.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, Lu Xia did not want the bones of his predecessors who had cultivated so much to abandon here, so that he deserved respect, he bowed three times to a slightly bulging mound of earth and stone tablets, and then continued to walk forward.

The wind whined, like a sad cry, the dust was flying, the sand and gravel flowed, and there seemed to be a long sigh between the heavens and the earth......

There is a heavy sadness between heaven and earth, which lasts for a long time, as if he is remembering something, and seems to be saying goodbye to something......

With shock and melancholy in his heart, Lu Xia continued to move forward, the sound of earth-shattering battles around him kept echoing, and occasionally the tremor that shook the heavens and the earth suddenly appeared, but his heart did not move, and his eyes were resolute, as if he had not heard it.

There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust!

Lu Xia remembered that day in the city lord's mansion, everything was born between the wave of the city lord's hand, but the hand was annihilated, and the surroundings became empty, faintly, he seemed to understand some of the city lord's meaning, but he only understood a little.

"Do you understand?"

The city lord's kind and flat voice seemed to echo in his ears, as if he was asking, but it also seemed to be expounding some kind of heaven and earth avenue.

"There is no need to force it, he will understand it back then, and you will definitely understand it. ”

The city lord's voice and smile were like in front of him, and his silver hair was fluttering, kindly like the old man next door, it was these ordinary words, but in such a state of mind, they kept echoing in Lu Xia's heart, as if they had been imprinted.

The direction in which Lu Xia was moving forward did not change in the slightest, and walked towards the highest point of the ruins with consistent steps, the towering ruins as if they had been poured by broken walls, revealing endless desolation.

Lu Xia walked, walking, his eyes calm, and his heart constantly realized the words of the city lord that day, and the touch when burying the corpse was like a key to open this door that he had never been able to understand, helping him open the door of an unimaginable avenue.

After a long time, he encountered several dry bones on the way one after another, and sure enough, several of them were several saints who were strong in cultivation in the "Eight Saints of the Middle Pole", and there were several dry bones nameless, but they seemed to exude a more powerful aura than Zhang Chaolin, as if they were the supreme of this heaven and earth, but the bones on their bodies were incomplete, and several bones had disappeared, as if they had been annihilated by a terrifying attack in battle.

Lu Xia walked calmly, observing a dry bone for a long time every time he came across it, and then burying the dry bone under the dust, as before.

Walking all the way, he couldn't remember how many bones he buried, all of them were saint bones, and even a few dry bones exuded an aura that surpassed that of a saint.

"Do you understand?" the city lord's question echoed in Lu Xia's ears again, causing him to pause in his footsteps, and then slowly closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know if it was too long, Lu Xia slowly opened his eyes, the original earth-shattering edge in his eyes quietly returned to flat, unpretentious, he looked at the drowsy sky, and his low and sad voice seemed to carry the enlightenment and melancholy in the heart of the young man, constantly echoing in the desolate ruins of dead silence.

"I don't quite understand it yet, but I'm starting to understand it......"