In the dim and bleak ruins, the breeze caressed the slightest wisps of coolness, and an inexplicable loneliness permeated the wilderness.

Lu Xia stood for a long time, thought a lot, and then exhaled slowly, and put the plaque into the storage bag, but also because he has always been poor, the clutter in the storage bag is not large, so after putting this plaque in, the storage space is still very empty.

He always felt that this plaque would never be so simple, the endless years passed, even the dry bones turned to ashes, a wooden plaque was not damaged at all, and the four ancient characters on the plaque were too amazing.

The person who dares to speak out is not the best in the world, which is not the enemy of the world, but can resist the world, but at this time, such a person only has a plaque, four words, and the rest has no trace, is it so powerful that it has fallen? Among the endless ashes, which pile is he?

Moreover, Lu Xia was able to sense a trace of the emperor's breath on the plaque, the kind of majestic heaven and earth, the clouds disappeared in ten directions with a wave of his hand, and the incomparable momentum of the galaxy trembling was like nothing, which was the reason why he attached importance to this plaque.

Lu Xia couldn't calm down in his heart, and walked forward with a solemn expression, no one knew how many years this ruin had gone through, let alone how brilliant and terrifying this place was countless years ago, but he had to think of Zhenshan City, and think of the city lord who seemed to be full of vicissitudes.

Thinking about it this way, Zhenshan City is by no means as simple as it seems, the two are very related, and the mystery also needs him to uncover step by step, maybe then he can find his way home.

That's right, Lu Xia has already determined that Zhenshan City is definitely not in Donglin, and he was teleported out of the holy tomb buried in the void, but the location of the teleportation is here, this qiē is interlocking, as if someone is controlling his fate in the dark, step by step let him come here, step by step he doesn't know where he is at all, and he can't even find his way home.

The battle situation in Donglin is hot, the Sword Sect and Pingshamen have launched a war, and the Qingyang Sect is bound to bear the brunt, and Lu Xia should inherit the Qingyang Patriarch to protect Qingyang, but he has lost the direction of going home.

The hatred of the Lu family being wiped out by the Sword Sect is also waiting for him to go back to the Sword Sect to seek justice, thinking of his father's words when he sent him away, Lu Xia's heart hurts, but now he doesn't even know where his home is, the grass on those graves must have been towering, and the tombstones erected by the roots should also be mottled, but, but when can I go back and take a look, even if it's just a glance......

Since Lu Xia was rescued back to the Qingyang Sect, he has never gone down the mountain to the Lu family, he has never gone back to see the place where his flesh and blood buried his childhood, stumbling all the way to such a point, with cultivation, the ability may not be enough to push the Sword Sect sideways, but when the hole cards are exhausted, it is enough for him to fight alone in all directions, and he will not retreat.

The wind was whistling, as if he was sobbing sadly, Lu Xia took a deep breath, there was a touch of sadness in his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "I will go back, definitely." ”

Then, without hesitation, he continued towards the center of the ruins, the center of the whole palace, and the most important place, where perhaps the answer he was looking for.

All the way forward, the white ashes on the reddish-brown ground were paved, and the wind blew and rose one after another, as if telling the tragedy and tragedy of this place back then.

Lu Xia didn't need to think deeply to know that these ashes should have been left by the people who guarded this place, this place is so vast, how many people have died, what are they guarding to the death?

"Woo-"

There is a gloomy and biting wind that suddenly whistles all around, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, and like a banquet of nine ghosts, its sound is sharp, straight into the hearts of the people, and the shadows in the ruins are full of shadows, extremely weird.

Although Lu Xia felt gloomy, but he was a bold person, and he had the strongest physique in the world, although he had seen the legend of the Nine Shadows in ancient books, but the emperor had ten thousand evils, even if there was really something unclean, as long as it was not too strong, he would not be afraid.

As he continued to go deeper, he became more and more cautious, and the aura on his body loomed, as if there was an accident, it would be thunder to suppress the evil spirit.

Perhaps the emperor body really possessed the unfathomable power of the gods, Lu Xia traveled all the way, but he did not see the slightest danger, and those hazy shadows looming around him did not seem to dare to approach him, only the more poignant and eerie voices stirred the heavens and the earth, making the ruins ghostly.

After walking thousands of meters, the white ashes on the ground became thicker and thicker, and even covered the reddish-brown ground like snowflakes, and there were some broken weapons in the thick ashes, but they were quietly broken in the wind, turning into nothingness, time was too long, the years deprived a qiē, and no artifact could be immortal.

Lu Xia's vitality was agitated, floating on the ashes of the ruins, he couldn't bear to trample on them, this was the respect for the deceased, and also the respect for himself and this group of obsessions to pave the way for the ashes of the ruins for the perseverance in their hearts.

After traveling for a kilometer or so, I actually saw a collapsed pavilion that could vaguely see the prototype, the building collapsed, the sand and gravel covered up the truth, it seems that there is an unknown past buried in the depths, in the whining wind, it seems that the pavilions and pavilions here in the past are endless, people live happily, but suddenly, it is desolate to this, in the past, who built such a brilliance, and who erased this glory?

Under the dim and dim light, you can vaguely see the cornerstone of the palace, and the lines on the stone are outlined vertically and horizontally, just like the power of the formation master to hook the law, condensed on the stone, and laid down a peerless array, but this qiē is broken in the long river of time.

Lu Xia couldn't help but think of the ancient battlefield, which was also a bleak scene left after the ancient shattering, and the same truth was obscured by the veil of mystery, what kind of connection would this have with this place?

Lu Xia carefully felt the endless desolation around him, and his divine consciousness poured out, enveloping the collapsed pavilion, which was his habit along the way, so that he could not only find some neglected truths, but also sharpen his divine sense.

The remnants of the wall shattered, the rubble turned to ash, and eventually, Lu Xia saw a line of ancient characters on a stone wall full of cracks that seemed to be shattered at any moment.

"The blood of the war is still hot, and millions of kings wish their bones to ashes, and vow to live and die with this place!"

Lu Xia was shocked, there are millions of kings and monks, what is this concept? And millions of kings have all fallen, what kind of glorious era is that, how can there be so many strong people?

"A million king-realm powerhouses...... It's enough to sweep through Donglin, right?"

Lu Xia stretched out his hand and stroked the handwriting on the stone wall, as if he could sense the supreme law and battle intent on it, it was a kind of indomitable perseverance, feeling the tragedy and tragedy of endless years ago, and he was silent for a long time......