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The land of the South, the Yingming River Valley. \\ \\

In the forest outside the valley, there is a large cemetery, standing on a piece of stone monument. The names written on each stone tablet make Yue Hongyan, Kang Nanhua and Zhao Huan unforgettable.

They stood in front of a piece of tombstone, all in silence, for a long time.

Not far away, Wang Lin, Yang Qing, and Zhou Yun stood from the three, and silently looked at the graveyard in front of them. At this time, all words were superfluous.

Although I have known the experiences of Yue Hongyan, Kang Nanhua and Zhao Huan, they still feel heavy when they witnessed this cemetery.

For Yue Hongyan and Zhao Huan, the people buried here are friends, relatives and compatriots who lived together in the same year.

Yang Qing remembered the fact that he had personally built a monument to the people of Yunshuidong in the past, and he could not help but grieve.

Wang Lin was also silent. He remembered that when his hometown faced the late monk in the Yuan Ying period, if he and Yang Qing fight together, he would have to face the same scene.

Zhou Yun has always been a cold face, and it is slightly soft at the moment. His eyes are looking into the distant sky. It seems to be a little empty. It is a rare sight, and I don’t know what to think.

Zhao Huan came to the two tombstones standing in front of each other and slowly collapsed. The person who was buried here was his parents.

"Red Yan sister, Mr. Kang, thank you for letting me marry my mother into the earth."

Zhao Huan’s eyes are full of sorrow. Since he was a teacher, he has been called Yue Hongyan’s “Master”. Over the years, this is the first time he changed his name to Yue Hongyan.

Yue Hongyan and Kang Nanhua both shook their heads, and Yue Hongyan clenched his fists and said one word: "Zhang. Lie!"

Kang Nanhua’s face was pale and his bright eyes looked at the tombstone at the moment. The glory gradually faded.

After a few people worshipped the ghosts of the past, Wang Lin said slowly: "Return all the graves back to Yujingshan."

Yue Hongyan was silent after a while. Nodded: "Okay."

They have already received the sound of the light dance on the Yujing Mountain, and they are shocked to learn that Yujingshan suddenly appeared and descended into the world.

Xiao Yu and others have inferred that although they are somewhat cautious, they are not without reason. Therefore, Wang Lin also decided to reduce the time spent outside and return to Yujingshan as soon as possible.

Although pay attention to people after death. The land was settled, but Yue Hongyan and Zhao Huan also agreed to move the grave. This time, if it was not because they were going to worship, Wang Lin and Yang Qing were the first to receive the sound of Luo Qing dance.

Besides, they moved their graves, just like the tomb of Zhu Yimeng Meng Bingyun, together with this piece of land, the forest was removed together, and the tombs would not be damaged.

Kang Nanhua has a hand. When the mana was rolled up, the forest was connected to the cemetery.

After doing this, several people are ready to return to Yujingshan.

But just after leaving, Wang Lin blinked slightly: "It's a strong dead air." He got his reminder. Everyone's gods have extended to the distance, and then they feel a strong condensed death, rising in the sky.

"The new dead. And quite a lot, like...the city!" Yang Qing brows tightly. Several people looked at each other and broke open the void. When I arrived at the place, I saw a city in front of me and I was dead.

Although the city is not big, but the population is quite large, it is just a noisy city in the past. At this moment, it is silent, as if all the creatures in the city have disappeared, and it has become a dead city, full of unknown taste.

In the eyes of Wang Lin and others, it is clear that a black smoke like a wolf smoke rises into the sky and does not condense.

In the black smoke, there seem to be countless souls mourning, and the twisted faces are densely packed and shocking.

The spirits in the city, whether human or animal, have all died at the moment, and no living creatures can be seen.

However, there is no life, but even the body disappears. On the ground in the city, there is only one white powder on the beach, which is everywhere.

Kangnan Hua’s knowledge was swept away, and his eyes were dignified: “This white powder on the beach is the dead body of the dead. All the creatures are all poisoned by poisoning. They are very poisonous. They are not mortal, but they are repairers. If it is low, it will be poisoned."

"So the mortal is poisoned and can't even keep the bones."

Wang Lin and others are a bit strange, so highly poisonous, not completely mortal can control, can break through the self-cultivation manpower of this person, such virulence, mortal people want to use, they are first poisoned.

In this way, it is the self-cultivation, but if it is a self-cultivator who practices the poisonous magical powers, it will cause such a large-scale massacre, mostly for practicing the law, but now the poison is everywhere, poisoning thousands of souls, virulence But they don’t collect it, and it’s not like the self-cultivator who is practicing the law.

"Is it true that the comprehension practitioners practiced the Taoist magical powers related to the poisonous drugs, and the accident occurred in the middle of the road, which caused the tragedy?"

Everyone was wondering in their hearts, and suddenly they looked at the distant sky together and saw several swords and lights crossed.

The swords are colorful and look different, but they all reveal a similar old-fashioned atmosphere.

"The people of the Great Wild Swordsman." Wang Lin and others nodded. A few years ago, the Great Wild Swords had established a good relationship with Xuanten Tianzong. The two sides often have exchanges and are familiar with each other.

It is located in the southern wasteland, and some westward is the eastern end of the Great Hengduan Mountains, which is the site of the Great Wilderness.

This kind of thing happened at the door of the house. Once it is discovered, it is natural to have someone to look at it.

Who knows the situation is more serious than the Xuanten Tianzong people expected.

The man of the Great Wild Swords was a late monk of Jindan, named Dry-printing real person. He met Wang Lin, Yue Hongyan and Kang Nanhua, and quickly went to court, and met with Yang Qing and others.

He looked down at the dead city and sighed: "This is already the fourth dead city."

Wang Lin and others looked at each other and said that it is not accidental.

Kang Nanhua, Yue Hongyan, Yang Qing and Zhao Huan were frowning at the same time, and their faces were angry.

The other party slaughtered four cities, how many of them were killed?

“Where are the other three cities?” Wang Lin asked. The dry-printing real person quickly explained the position, and the Xuanten Tianzong people listened. The look is unchanged, but the mind is moving at the same time.

Together with the dead city under their feet, it is counted. The four cities are basically lined up in a line, extending roughly in the same direction. They are in the same direction as they returned to the Kunlun Mountains. Although there are three yuan infants in Wang Lin, Yue Hongyan and Kang Nanhua, it is not a problem to break through the void, but it is impossible to take one step. Return to Kunlun Mountain.

They went back to the mountain and took the nearest straight line. Now the arrangement of the four dead cities is similar to this route.

"Chong us?" Wang Lin raised the same thought in the hearts of several people.

Realize this. Yue Hongyan looked to Wang Lin: "Three brothers, do we want to investigate?"

After Wang Lin thought about it, he shook his head: "Continue to move forward, don't stop."

Yue Hongyan and others were slightly surprised. Kang Nanhua said next to him: "The other side is suspicious, that is, we want to fall into his calculations, ignore him, continue on, and follow our steps. Instead, we can turn passive into initiative. ”

"Although I don't know how big the terrain is planned by the other side, I will try to get rid of it as soon as possible. When it comes out of the area he planned, he will either give up. Or chase it, then it is our turn to take the initiative to stay."

Yue Hongyan and Yang Qing nodded. "So, just do what the third brother said."

There are not many explanations for everyone. After implying that the dry-printing real person is in danger, he will leave without saying goodbye.

But it didn't go far. Yang Qing suddenly was struck by lightning and shouted: "Wait!"

Wang Lin and others stopped. From the void, some of them looked at Yang Qing inexplicably. Since the cultivation has grown, Yang Qing has become more and more stable. At this moment, his face is obviously a bit eager.

"I... I feel, I only feel the yin and true water..." Yang Qing opened his mouth: "Take me a source of Taiyin true water!"

Yue Hongyan is inexplicable: "Is it a source of Taiyin true water with you? Was it really watery, wasn't you alone?"

Yang Qing shook his head, it seems that there is a hard time to say, not much explanation, but the gods look around and look around, anxious to find.

Wang Lin glanced at Yang Qing, and then he let go of his own knowledge and spread it to the distance. He said that Yang Qing said that the Taiyin true water, the connection between nature and Yang Qing is not close, but his knowledge is stronger than Yang Qingtai. many.

Since Yang Qing said that Zhenshui had the same source as him, Wang Lin looked for Yang Qing’s Taiyin Zhenshui aura fluctuation.

Soon, Wang Lin found out that the guide Yang Qing looked for the past and quickly determined the direction.

Everyone was curious to follow Yang Qing, flying in the air for a while, Yang Qing's speed is getting slower and slower, and he is obsessed with distant mountains and rivers.

At this time, Zhou Yun and Zhao Huan can clearly see that there are strips of water in the mountains between the rolling hills.

On one of the creeks, a white woman was sitting on the rock and staring at the water below.

The woman seems to have passed the double decade, but the eyebrows are faintly childish, as if they were only 13 or 4 years old.

She looked down at the reflection in the water, her eyelashes smashed, and she felt that she was so familiar at the moment but so strange.

The woman in white sighed and turned to look around.

There, it was a yellowed grasshopper that was folded by hand. Because the woven grass stems had lost moisture for a long time, but the craftsmanship was so delicate that it still looked alive.

The white woman stared at the yellowed grasshopper, and her eyes could not help but be fooled: "Yang Shixiong..."

She hesitated to gently touch the grass with a finger, a faint green water flowing from her fingertips and falling onto the haystack. The grass suddenly changed from green to green, not dyed, but weaved the grass stems. It seems to have regained life.

Upon seeing it, the woman in white showed a smile and was delighted.

Suddenly, there was a faint incitement in the heart. The white woman hesitated and turned her head and looked back. She saw a purple young man standing behind her, and her looks were very complicated.

Shock, joy, and both, but more is despair and sorrow! (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!

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