The old man stood up and took Zuo Xiaoduo forward.
Finally in front of a tombstone.
This tombstone is obviously different from those before. It has no name and photo, only number.
"Star soul devil 36, one!"
From eleven to thirty-six, a lot.
The old man''s face was visibly gloomy.
Here, there is no one left in my team. All of them are here.
Wine jars flew up in the air, and countless drinks poured down from the air like waterfalls.
"Old brothers, I came to see you." the old man said softly.
A jar of wine comes out at random, as if it should move according to life. When they go to a tombstone, they automatically open and pour themselves. Thirty six tombs are like mountain torrents and torrents.
The old man sat in front of the tombstone, motionless and closed his eyes.
That war
The sorcery League produced a peerless talent similar to the boy now. He secretly sent four evil kings to kill him in the interior of the sorcery League.
However, this son is guarded by the soul of Bingming witch.
To make the ice hell Witch and the fire witch fight together, and take their magic army to meet them; After a round of hard struggle, Fang was glad that another flood witch appeared suddenly and died
That war... The thousand soul nightmare hammer flew directly over his head and hit the sun and the moon. It was sad and miserable. The thirty-six demon kings in service died 12 people successively. Finally, when he was seriously injured and about to die, the remaining 24 people joined hands to surround him, burst into self destruction, and gave up their lives to temporarily trapped in the flood witch, which opened a way for his dying self.
Until now, sitting in front of the tombstone, I still seem to hear the desperate cries of 36 brothers.
"Boss! Let''s go!"
"You don''t go, our brother, die in peace!"
Finally, the mushroom cloud held in a ball is still in front of me
Two lines of tears fell in the old man''s eyes.
Flood, flood, I know that you have a long-term vision. What you want is only refinement and supreme.
But... Although I know, I can''t fulfill your wish
Because at that time, our first consideration was survival, not supreme!
Flood, although you have your reasons, I still choose to be at odds with you. I hate you and hate you!
In this life, you and I can only survive!
My brothers are waiting for me and you!
"Zheng, Zheng!"
In the old man''s ring, there was a whistling sound of the artifact rubbing in the scabbard. It seemed that the artifact smelled the smell of blood and could not wait to get out of the scabbard and fight again!
The old man silently stroked the ring, and then the clank knife roared and finally disappeared reluctantly.
"Don''t worry. One day, I''ll take you out of the scabbard and kill the witch League, the sky will be red and the flood will be in a mess!"
The old man said softly, as if comforting a child. His voice was very soft and gentle, but a bad spirit almost condensed into essence.
"There will always be me... Completely relieved and carefree... Don''t worry, wait, it''s coming."
The old man looked sideways at Zuo Xiaoduo, deep in his eyes, showing a trace of expectation.
My heart said silently: "brothers, don''t worry, I''m coming soon, or the flood is going to accompany you... When my grandson grows up, he doesn''t have to reach the peak. As long as he reaches the king level, it''s the time for me to put everything down and fight the ultimate war."
"At that time, we will fight the flood and avenge you!"
He stood up bent and walked all the way with Zuo Xiaoduo.
In the tomb forest, he walked forward with a negative hand and his eyes were bleak. Only his own momentum was hidden. It was like an old general in his twilight, reviewing the mighty army that had followed him for hundreds of wars!
Zuo Xiaoduo followed him quietly. I don''t know when he began. He no longer had the intention to escape.
The atmosphere here, the solemnity here, made his heart seem to have been sublimated, unprecedented sublimation.
Even the whole soul was thus cleansed.
Just look at the graves in this row, and slowly look at the past. Those strange names, those young faces, row by row, and occasionally pull out the grass. Everything is natural and logical.
Occasionally, someone came face-to-face, and then quietly sidled to make way for each other. In the whole process, they didn''t say a word or smell a sound.
Gradually, the old man followed Zuo Xiaoduo and followed suit.
Zuo Xiaoduo wandered around the cemetery for two days and two nights.
Finally.
The old man said, "go out. Even if you turn for another twenty years, you may not be able to finish it."
Zuo Xiaoduo looked back blankly and looked at the neat tombstone. It seemed that in those years, all the hot-blooded soldiers were smiling at themselves and calling their names.
"Zuo Xiaoduo, fight!"
Fight!
Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly clenched his fist, and his Qi coagulated in his hand, showing his fighting intention.
The old man said faintly, "when you are disappointed for the new year, they have no chance to celebrate the new year, never again."
Zuo Xiaoduo was silent. Then, he just felt his body shaking, but he got up in the air and left the cemetery in a hurry.
The old man brought Zuo Xiaoduo to the cemetery. Except for the introduction at the beginning, the whole process was almost silent and said nothing.
What truth, what sentiment, what thought, what... Nothing was said.
But Zuo Xiaoduo understood and was sure that he had gained a great harvest this time!
This harvest is spiritual and spiritual. Although it can not be transformed into material and even cultivation for the time being, it is of far-reaching significance.
At least for the moment, I don''t have the impetuousness before.
And... The kind of incomprehension, disrespect, or... I don''t understand.
Just look at this cemetery, you know how the comfort in the rear came.
Zuo Xiaoduo even felt that everyone in the rear should come here to have a look and purify.
Purify, those who have long been blinded and tarnished by money, fat, power and beauty, should be people''s hearts!
We should not be so numb or even impatient as now. Material desires can flow, but we can''t ignore where all this comes from.
Without these continuous tombstones, how can there be today''s cross flow of material desires?
Only those who have been here, those who have seen all this, will feel so sad when they see those numbness after they go back. Just like that... I feel unworthy for the heroes.
The next moment, the wind hunts.
Already in mid air, mountains and rivers flashed by.
In front of us, there is a majestic pass that can be said to be a ''magnificent spectacle''!
Zuo Xiaoduo has been deeply rooted in his heart and imprinted in his mind since he was sensible and had a memory of the sun and moon pass.
Over the years of school, there have been too many marks on every book!
Countless moving stories are familiar, and countless heroic names are connected with these three words.
But Zuo Xiaoduo is