The wind stopped breathing, as if it was because peace had finally come after the end of the war, but no one knew what it was, and the clouds gathered up, blocking out the sunshine and bringing a haze all over the head.

The giant peak is not actually the end of the trail, on the contrary, it is only the first stop of the trail, and the trail forks and is only a little way.

"Stone Tablet ......"

Under the peak of the day, there is a stone monument that does not match its size, ten zhang high, square.

"The sixth reincarnation of Yuanzi Tiannian, the head of the barbarian giants was killed here, the wild ancient wall of the Biye Realm, the Biye Realm, the hero, Murong. ”

A few simple words seem to record something, and it is not difficult to come up with the answer after a little thought, and when it comes to the towering peak, Gu Xuyao couldn't help but shudder.

"Wouldn't it be the leader of the savage giants buried in this mountain, what kind of strength does it take to kill such a huge body......

I glanced at it again, and I felt a little dizzy, and it seemed that the sentence "being cold in a high place" would definitely not be wrong.

"Murong, it should be that person's surname, but speaking of this, I have seen a similar epitaph in the white mist and clouds, and it seems to be a person from the Canghai Realm......"

When he entered the white mist clouds to find the Yunze flower deer in order to help the misty mansion, Gu Xuyao finally came to a strange place in order to leave Yunze, where there is also a tombstone, and the words left on it are still fresh in his memory.

"Thousands of miles of waves, thousands of miles of marks, once crisscrossed the four demon seas to slaughter all demons, turning over ninety-nine whirlpools. Governing the wild wolf of the West Sea, old friends, Canghai Realm, Joe. ”

These words quickly floated in his mind, and now that he thinks about it, this handwriting is quite similar to what he sees on the stone tablet today, but all Gu Xuyao can remember is the similarity, these words have a mysterious power, which will make people who see it unable to fully remember.

"Qiao and Murong here should be surnames, why is it so coincidental. Both places are Jedi that they have entered unintentionally. But in the end, I encountered this kind of epitaph......"

After thinking about it for a long time, it was still fruitless, but his head began to be slightly dizzy, and after he woke up, he found that there seemed to be a strange sound coming from this peak, and he stroked the mountain slightly. It's warm and even a little hot to the touch. The pure texture of Gu Xuyao is definitely the real thing. It's definitely not as illusory as the phantoms I've seen before.

"Isn't it that the things in here are not dead?"

Thinking of this coldly, Gu Xuyao immediately left the foot of the mountain along the path, thinking that his guess might be possible. How could such a huge life be killed by a light yì?

"Have you found the answer?"

The middle-aged man's voice came, as if asking, but the tone had other intentions.

"An old thing, a mountain, what answer can I get? If so, I hope that the seniors will make it clear, and the younger generations will be stupid, and it is really ......"

"Since you don't have one, then keep walking, you have one more chance. ”

The voice fell to the ground, dispersed with the wind, and no more words.

The middle-aged man's attitude was gentle and kind, but his words felt like an order that could not be disobeyed, and he sighed and could only continue on the road.

This time, when I walked in, I was greeted by an endless forest of trees, the dark green leaves were already a little black, and compared to the light green meadows, they were simply two extremes.

However, the soft smell of the woods was quite refreshing, and the occasional whisper of a small beast reminded Gu Xuyao, a hunter, of some time in the red mud area.

It's a pity that the main show was staged soon, and a large number of monks flew in the sky, and the black pressure almost covered the entire sky, this was the first time Gu Xuyao saw such a huge team of monks flying through the air. Soon, the monks gathered in one place, but to Gu Xuyao's surprise, such a large number of monks did not come to kill any giants, their purpose was actually one person!

The gathering place is quite far away from Gu Xuyao, and the monk at this time seems to be saying something to the other party, because of the distance, he can't hear it clearly, everyone has curiosity, especially in the face of such a realistic past, the mood of exploring the truth can not be suppressed, and he has no choice but to directly use the Xiangshu to run forward, and what is even more helpless is that the faster his speed, the faster the progress of the timeline around him, it didn't take long to fly, as if the fast-forward picture had already been fighting, and the blood was spilling down, which was called the blood rain in the sky.

The black sky seemed to be brightly red, like the setting sun, but the red lasted for a long time.

One person, one sword, one green shirt.

He was just such a person, facing the sea of monks in the sky, no one was his opponent, Yuan Li was agitated, and all that was left was bloody limbs and corpses, and no one could take his blow alive, but no matter how fierce the battle was, Gu Xuyao just couldn't see that person's face, and the black hair fluttering always perfectly blocked the handsome or ordinary face.

There were fewer and fewer monks, and the corpses in the forest were piled up, and the unknown grove was soon overrun by corpses until only one person remained in the sky.

Still calmly put the sword into the sheath, or thoughtfully glanced at a certain direction in the distance, or disappeared so abruptly, and returned to calm again.

It was thrilling, as if he was the man in the green shirt who fought this battle, and when he came back to his senses, Gu Xuyao found that his clothes were wet with cold sweat.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, I stepped on the air, and when I looked down, I saw that the road ahead had disappeared without a trace, and what was left was a huge grave.

Gliding all the way down the edge of the pothole, it took a quarter of an hour to slide to the bottom.

The bottom of the pit was very crowded, full of all kinds of corpses, Gu Xuyao knew that it was already another point in time at this time, and he didn't know who collected these corpses and piled them up here, in short, the bone mountain in front of him was a bit majestic.

"The seventh reincarnation of Yuanzi Tiannian, 500,000 monks are buried here, and the Biye Realm does not ask the grave, the murderer, Murong. ”

It's another stone tablet, another paragraph, the same signature, but the original hero has become a murderer, seeing this, Gu Xuyao regretted that he didn't hear the content of their conversation, and he didn't know if this scene was too realistic, he actually got into the play.

"Have you thought of an answer?"

The middle-aged man asked again, Gu Xuyao looked around, there was no road ahead, it seemed that this was the end.

"Could it be that this senior surnamed Murong killed these 500,000 monks and then used their bones to build a weeping bridge?"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scenery immediately distorted, and Gu Xuyao also began to feel dizzy, and soon, he found himself sitting at the end of the Wailing Bridge again, facing the cold rock wall.

"Very well, you got it right, you came here with the corpses of half a million monks, you saw why they were like this, and you knew who the murderer was. ”

"Senior, are you that Murong senior? But I seem to be ...... when I hear your voice."

"Don't judge the essence by appearances!"

Interrupting Gu Xuyao's words sharply, the middle-aged man quickly adjusted.

"I'm not Murong, I have nothing to do with him, I'm just an inconsequential person, okay, don't talk about me, since you have guessed the answer, then I'll let you see the third stele. ”

"Senior, wait for ......"

Before he could ask, the mysterious force dragged him into another dimension again.

Time and space change, the picture is difficult to gather, and then timed, you can already hear the waves, peaceful and quiet.

As the sun set, the dusk sun lazily tried to lie down, and his red face could still be seen through the strangely shaped mountains on the horizon.

Surrounded by the sea, the sparkling blue waves reflected in the slanting sun are blue, deep blue, without a little impurity pollution, just like the purest and flawless girl you have ever seen, but she gave birth to the two strangely shaped stone mountains in the sea, they are like a pair of arms, open, to welcome the sun.

The man in the green shirt appeared here again without any suspense, he sat in the middle of the two stone mountains in the air, and looked at the slowly setting sun with a heavy heart. At this time, it seems that he has passed many years, and his long black and mighty hair has been dyed with a layer of silver white, which is a mottled memorial of the years, but now it looks like it is quite desolate against the slanting sun.

This scene is somewhat familiar with the sunset, rippling blue waves, and ......

As if thinking of something, Gu Xuyao turned his head violently, and sure enough, there was a magnificent water city behind him, where there were several obvious ports, and a huge gold plaque with two big characters "Huaiwan" written on it!

"The sunset is reflected in the blue waves!"

Suddenly I remembered the most important thing in my life today, and suddenly remembered that poem that I would never see!

"This is where the second line of the poem is, this is it, this is it!"

Gu Xuyao trembled with excitement, but unfortunately, he couldn't get any more information, and the place where he stood was on a small reef behind the man in green shirt, and he couldn't leave by all means.

"Alas......"

At this time, the man in the green shirt suddenly sighed, and Gu Xuyao immediately suppressed the excitement in his heart, and wanted to listen to what he had to say.

"The Rock Realm, the Rock Realm, it still doesn't seem like there's anything I'm looking for. ”

After saying that, the man in the green shirt left again, only to leave a stone tablet where he left.

"The tenth reincarnation of Yuanzi Tiannian, once commanded thousands of hearts higher than the sky, but finally fell into the red dust and could not be stopped, commemorating his old friend, Biye Realm, Murong. ”

A few small words were quickly read, and the scene changed again, returning to the cold crying bridge, the vague figure of the middle-aged man was long gone, but Gu Xuyao felt that he was beside him, and even looked at himself.

"Who are you!Who are you!Why are you showing me this, do you know the whereabouts of my parents!You come out for me!" (To be continued......)