The River Styx was flooded with black waves, and the coffins floating under the ocean were engraved with ancient Shura bone patterns, and the ghostly light flickered, as if they had infinite secrets.

It's a pity that Qingyang Huan doesn't have a good impression of these dry bones, if it weren't for these Shura clans who are still hanging on their last breath, they would still be of some use to him, and they would have been completely knocked down to Huangquan a long time ago.

The Shura clan has to use it, and the Gara clan also has to guard against it, the decaying Shura is nothing, and the Gara is the big hidden danger.

The gala clone retracted the coffin floating in the ocean of the River Styx and moved it into the palm of the hand, and Qingyang Huan also appeared in the world of the Humane Seal.

Now that it has been found that there is no threat to the Shura clan, and the last wishes of these ancestors have been fulfilled, they should also be buried in the earth, and at this time, the human race needs the glory of the ancestors to reappear in the sacred land of the human race.

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"Tut-tut, with bluestone as the coffin, I said Ah Huan, you are too picky. ”

The sleeping Uncle Turtle squinted his eyes and smiled at Qingyang Huan.

Since the last time he encountered the Immortal Sect in the Liuyun Immortal Sect and went crazy, there were more and more times when the Turtle Immortal Sect was asleep, and he often fell into a deep sleep inadvertently.

After Qingyang Huan investigated, he found that the sleeping turtle Buxian seemed to be stimulating some memories hidden in his blood, so he was relieved, and he didn't care that he would fall asleep at any time.

This time, before he came from Buzhou Mountain and met the Ghost Emperor in the Styx world, he fell asleep all of a sudden, until he just woke up now.

"The weight of guarding the mountains and rivers, the merit of protecting the ethnic groups, what other miracles in this heaven and earth can be qualified to be their coffins. ”

Regarding the question of the turtle immortal, Qingyang Huan shook his head lightly and groaned softly.

Feeling the solemnity in Qingyang Huan's expression, Gu Buxian also put away his joke and turned the topic to the Shura clan.

"I didn't expect that the Shura clan, who had experienced a ban in a big era, would be so miserable, and the whole thing would become meat on the chopping board for you to slaughter. ”

"The reincarnation of heaven and earth, karma, back then, the Shura clan did not abuse the land of my human race, who can blame it for such a fate, my human race has never repaid with virtue, there is a chance that there will be a double revenge back. ”

"It's no wonder that the Terrans can multiply and inherit three eras. ”

What the.

Hearing this, Qing Yanghuan looked stunned, turned his head to look at Gu Buxian's body, but saw a wisp of vicissitudes flashing in Gu Buxian's eyes, like a flash of lightning, and then Uncle Turtle looked at Qing Yanghuan with a confused face.

"Ah Huan, uncle, did I say anything?"

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Qingyang Huan's eyes looked at the ancestors of the human race around him again, speaking of more than 100,000 bones, it is really not easy to converge, but when it comes to the reincarnation gate, he can't pretend to borrow human hands.

Even if Lord Wen had already thought about it in his heart, the six reincarnations were in his hands, but the two of them never pierced this window paper, and they also avoided the embarrassment of peeping.

Ten days later, Qingyang Huan appeared in the Shenmu Domain, this time he didn't have to hide from the figure, as for the Jia Luo clone with two Shura Emperor Realm powerhouses, plus tens of thousands of Shura people who didn't know whether they were dead or alive, they returned to the Jia Luo Realm.

These Shura clan will be one of his confidence to promote the Gara clan, and they are extremely important bargaining chips, representing the reappearance of the Shura clan, one of the two sharp swords under the command of the Gara clan at the beginning of ancient times, which is of great significance to the Gara clan.

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"Patriarch, the previous lady left the territory in a hurry for some reason, and asked the old man to temporarily take over the clan affairs. ”

In the clan hall, the high priest's eyes spoke, and the great elder was put back by Qingyang Huan because of the two fairies of Liuyun tassels, and he also returned to the clan.

"Let the clan build 100,000 bluestone coffins, there is no need to carve ancient patterns, the only thing is thick and solemn. ”

100,000 coffins!

One sentence directly made the eyes of the Great Elder and the High Priest show horror, where did 100,000 people fall.

However, Qing Yang Huan did not explain the doubts of the two, but came to the Qingyang Ancestral Hall, and the high priest showed doubts in his eyes, not knowing what Qing Yang Huan was going to do.

Looking at the smoky shrine above, a god is located in the smoke like an undulating mountain of gods, and between the clouds and mist, it seems that a reckless world heaven and earth have been derived, and a majestic figure composed of smoke from the smoke of blood incense has crowded this derivative world.

Qingyang Huan stretched out his hand and twisted the three blood incense sticks on the offering table and lit them, as if they were in the incense burner after respectfully worshipping.

"100,000 years ago, the dungeon was broken, Qingyang collapsed, the last emperor fell into nothingness, and now Qingyang's contemporary clan leader Qingyang Huan broke the emperor's prison and rebelled against the ghost emperor, and took the ancestors home. ”

Qing Yang Huan spoke word by word, but every word exploded in the hearts of the high priest and the great elder behind him like thunder, so that at this moment, the two of them were completely dizzy, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

"Clan Master, Clan Master, what you said is true!"

Two long years later, the high priest's hair was beating, and the arms of the wide beast robe were tense, and he rushed forward to grab Qing Yanghuan's battle robe, staring at him with a pair of eyes.

"The Ancestor has returned?"

"The Ghost Emperor is killed?"

Seeing Qing Yang Huan nodding, the old priest grabbed Qing Yang Huan's big hand in his battle robe as if he had drained all his strength, and his whole body knelt down.

The appearance of the Great Elder on the side also looked a little embarrassed.

When the emperor's prison collapsed, a large area of mountains and rivers in the Eastern Wilderness overturned, which has always been a great pain in the heart of the Qingyang clan, and the emperor issued an edict to strip the Qingyang Emperor, and the emperor's blood glory was defeated.

"The high priest and the great elder went to prepare for the burial of the ancestors, and summoned the blood of the Qingyang clan, even if they went out. ”

After a long time, Qingyang Huan waited for the two behind him to calm down for a while, and then said again: "Next, I will go to Buzhou Mountain to hand over the order to the emperor, the ghost emperor who escaped from the Qingyang Emperor's prison was killed by me, and the Qingyang clan lived up to the emperor's edict." ”

"Oops, hey....... ”

Stunned, the high priest hurriedly agreed, in fact, there has been no news of the last Qingyang Emperor for so many years, they have long made a decision on whether the Qingyang Emperor has fallen, and when they really heard the fall of the ancestors, they still burst out of a throbbing in their hearts.

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Qingyang Ancient Realm.

As the treasure inherited from the Qingyang clan, the ancestral tombs of the Qingyang clan are all in the world opened up by the ancient realm, but at this moment, Qingyang Huan, the high priest, the great elder, and many Qingyang clan elders and clansmen are all looking at each other.

The Qingyang Emperor, who is standing tall, is as heavy as a god outside the Qingyang Ancestral Mountain, and he can't carry it into the ancestral land, even if it is Qingyang Huan himself, he still feels that an invisible force is blocking him.

"Ancestors. ”

There was a low groan in his ears, and the heavy sarcophagus could not enter the side of the last Qingyang Emperor at all, so it was annihilated into powder, which made all the Qingyang clan people exclaim.

For a while, all the clansmen fell on Qingyang Huan's body, and all the people who could get close to the ancestral land were the geniuses and descendants of the clan, and they knelt on the ground at this moment, not knowing what was going on.

"That's it. ”

After a long time, Qingyang Huan sighed lightly.

"The ancestor is willing to follow me to Buzhou Mountain to give orders, and Qingyang will take you to Buzhou Mountain to meet the emperor!"

The words fell, and Qing Yanghuan felt that invisible resistance disappearing.

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Building 100,000 bluestone sarcophagi is nothing to Qingyang Huan, who is in charge of the entire Haoyuan, and it was completely built in just three days.

The scene of the ancestors standing tall and not entering the ancestral tomb made Qingyang Huan's heart palpitate, but fortunately, these ancestors of the human race who turned into a humane ban did not have the pride of the deceased ancestors, their task was completed, and the last drop of blood had already been shed for the guardian of the human race.

However, the bluestone sarcophagus is easy to build, and taking out these Terran ancestors in the forbidden world can make Qingyang Huan very strong.

The coffin Qingyang people did not steal and play tricks, each one is very thick and solemn, although there is no carved knife, gun, axe, dragon, phoenix, god and tiger and other engravings, but also the surface of the bluestone coffin is polished smooth and smooth.

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In the ancient city of Wancheng, a hundred-zhang Shenzhou fell outside the main hall in the center of the outer city, and on the square outside the main hall, cyan light coffins were spread on the ground.

The fragrance of animal blood is lingering outside each coffin, and the people of the Qingyang clan are constantly burning wooden money, even naughty children, under the guidance of adults, carefully pick up the animal meat cooked by their mothers and put it outside the bluestone coffin, and kneel down and kowtow in a decent way.

This outer city hall, Qingyang Huan rarely comes, standing on the white jade platform outside this hall, enough to overlook the entire ancient city, the square outside the hall is very huge.

"Clan Master, these deceased warriors ......"

For the sudden appearance of a fallen warrior, even each one of them is petrified, can not arouse curiosity.

"This is the martyr of the human race who gave up the blood and bones of the whole body and turned it into a ban, and sealed the Shura tribe, the real nobles of the human race. ”

The smoke and dust from the incense of beast blood covered the sky and the sun, and soon turned into clouds of smoke that covered the entire ancient city, and the warriors who came and went in the city looked in the direction of the central hall one by one.

In today's Haoyuan Continent, there are also warriors from the outside world coming one after another, in addition to the ancient city of Wanyuan, the Qingyang clan does not restrict them from coming and going in the Wanyuan Continent.

Of course, if you do the work of roosters, dogs, thieves, and murder, there will be absolutely no good end.

"Send the coffin to the Star Divine Boat. ”

Standing at the top of the main hall with his hands in his hands, Qingyang Huan overlooked the entire heaven and earth, and commanded the Great Elder.

Soon, on the square below, four Qingyang clan soldiers appeared as a team, lifting the sarcophagus towards Xingchen Shenzhou.

"Ah Huan, you are really very different from before. ”

Gu Buxian woke up from his slumber again, squinting his little eyes at the smoky figure below.

"yes. ”

This time, Qingyang Huan did not refute the words of the turtle immortal, but let out a long sigh.

"I didn't think it before, but I didn't think that the higher the strength, the more sentimental it became. ”

Squinting his eyes, he watched as the tribesmen below continued to send sarcophagi into the Star Divine Ark, each of which was inscribed with the name of the deceased.

In fact, what he did didn't need others to understand, the road was his own, and he sent these deceased ancestors back to Buzhou Mountain, which was just what he wanted in his heart.