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The battlefield after the Iron Cavalry of the East Chu seemed desolate and desolate after the withdrawal of troops.

The mottled city walls, muddy land, light or thick blood, and the breeze that fluttered flags mixed with fishy smell. The guards in the Chenwang City were carrying corpses, stacked up with a little exhausted look, preparing for a fire Burned all over.

The mountains in the distance are as dark as eyebrows, and the trees are soaring...

It seems that after the war, everything lost its original color.

Heaven and earth, all things.

Either black or gray.

Depressed and quiet.

...

On the ancient road outside the city, the three young men clasped their fists neatly as a courtesy, saying goodbye to the red dress with devout respect.

Then Shi Zongliu, who was full of nobleness, suddenly noticed something and looked back at the Shen family royal city under the gloomy sky. He didn't know whether he sighed or breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw a golden Buddha light suddenly passing by the silent sky, and a thousand Buddha pagodas suddenly turned to the west, and disappeared in an instant.

The noble prince Shi Zongliu stroked his chin: "Ten thousand Buddhas go to the sect and then they go to Nirvana; it's interesting, interesting."

Chen Yanzhen sighed a little with the Lei Ze beast hidden in his body beside him: "To be fair, perhaps it is the influence of the troubled times. In the dark, this generation of children has the attitude of being the leader of five thousand years."

Yu Qingqi, who had her sleeves surround the breeze, could also rarely express his opinion: "The times create heroes?"

Shi Zongliu raised his eyebrows: "Hero? Only those who survive are called heroes. The fight has not started yet, so it's too early to say it now!"

Chen Yanzhen and Yu Qingqi smiled at each other, as if they guessed what Shi Zongliu was going to say next.

As expected.

Shi Zongliu changed the subject: "But that monk named Li Xingyun is indeed a bit good. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? I have a high awareness..."

"A god intent sacrificed just to clean up a mess for the son. Can the Emperor's Alliance Leader still have the heart to laugh out loud?"

A strange voice suddenly came into Shi Zongliu's ears, and the noble man suddenly smiled and his face was slightly cold.

Three figures appeared in front of him.

One old and two young.

The old man and the young man and woman who were only in their early teens.

The three of them were dressed in strange clothes, all wearing braids, not like the people in the world, nor were they aliens, especially those eyes that seemed to contain a golden sunset. Even Shi Zongliu, Chen Yanzhen, and Yu Qingqi's previous life He once looked down at the world and had the appearance of an arrogant saint, and had never seen such a strange person wearing such a look.

Of course, none of these matter.

What’s important is that when did the ghostly old and two young men appear? When did the young man speak? Not only did Shi Zongliu unaware of it, but Yu Qingqi and Chen Yanzhen

None of them sensed any aura or fluctuations in cultivation in advance!

This is a bit scary... because even Bai Zhiqiu, no matter how deliberately restrains his magical powers, he cannot achieve true water. What's more, he must hide it from the three people who are "Di Yutian, Chen Qing, and Zhaixingke" at the same time, and it is difficult to say that it is as difficult as a result of his perception. It seems simple to climb to the sky.

Shi Zongliu calmed down and looked indifferently at the three uninvited guests who seemed to be unkind.

Yu Qingqi and Chen Yanzhen did not dare to take it lightly. After all, the river of time has been around for thousands of years, and there are broken caves in all directions. There will always be some strange things that are unknown to the bottom of the sea where there is no sunshine or the sky that is rarely seen. Can't afford to provoke.

Isn’t this? Have you just prayed to a red dress?

Shi Zongliu said, "Senior is joking. In the lower part, Shi Zongliu, have you not asked for the name of the senior?"

The boy in strange clothes pointed at himself and said, "My name is Qingping, this is my Azu and Ajie."

Shi Zongliu looked at the ten-year-old boy, but said to the old man: "The three of you know that we are here, and now you have shown here, I must have any advice?"

Shi Zongliu has always been vigilant.

There are no more or less than three people from this inexplicable origin. There is no need to point out the hidden meaning of this, and Shi Zongliu is already well aware of it.

"It seems that this young man named Qingping will be my opponent?"

"Take one-on-one, use strong?"

He thought so.

Suddenly, the old man said in a very elegant and upright speech to the Great Order of the World: "I dare not take it for advice. I have been traveling a long journey, just wanting to ask the three of you to move and follow us to a place."

Chen Yanzhen said softly: "Where?"

The old man smiled and said, "Northern."

Shi Zongliu asked tentatively: "Six surnames and ten lords?"

The young man said, "The six surnames and ten families are north of the north."

Chen Yanzhen said again: "The Endless Sea?"

The old man shook his head and replied, "The endless sea is north."

Yu Qingqi said indifferently: "Then the sun will not set. It turns out that the three seniors came from the cemetery of the ancient battlefield, and were behind the six ancient tribes."

After saying that, Yu Qingqi and the other two looked at each other, and then they all greeted each other: "I feel respectful and respectful."

Since the end of the chaotic disasters ten thousand years ago, the legend of the cemetery of the North Sea has never stopped for countless years, but no one has ever uncovered the true veil of the rumors. In addition, the endless sea is boundless, and the ferryman is the old man.

Zhouzi spent half his life to see the sunset behind the sea and sky. He could only go out to sea to make a farther distance than last time.

Over time, the cemetery became more and more mysterious, and only talked about it in the conversations of ordinary people after dinner, which eventually led to the six ancient tribes.

The existence of the descendants has become a truly unsolved mystery.

Now, the answer to the mystery that has troubled countless Six-character practitioners in the world for nearly ten thousand years is revealed in front of the Three Saints of the Past without any warning?

Doesn't even lay the groundwork? Does it seem a bit sloppy or absurd?

Shi Zongliu obviously had a whisper in his heart. Anyone who is a cat or a dog carefully designed a person who can wear clothes and pretend to be a distant visitor who never sets? Do you really think that Chen Yanzhen and Yu Qingqi will live lonely when they are combined?

...

The old man had no expression on his face, obviously a character who was very proud of his words. Facing the compliments of the Three Saints of the past, he couldn't get into the water. He took a quick look at himself and made a way out of the forest, and reached out to ask for help: "Three,

Thank you for your hard work?”

The three saints in the past are now looking at each other, worried and hesitant.

Chen Yanzhen, who looked like a young boy in green, asked, "Do you dare to ask what's wrong with sir?"

The old man said, "The secret of heaven cannot be said."

Yu Qingqi, who had his sword energy clear breeze in his sleeves, looked cold: "What if we don't agree?"

The boy named Qingping and the girl named Mingyue and Qingqing looked at each other, and clasped their fists and bowed in a tacit understanding: "That's offending."

...

Tianyong City at the foot of the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun Mountain is as peaceful as usual in the morning.

Wangjia Inn has already opened its doors to make a living. After Wang Xiaoer, who had gotten up early, took off the door panel and started to carry a wooden barrel and cloth, and put a rag on his waist to start his busy day.

As for other guys, they were all helping with the kitchen, preparing food for Tianyong City’s special breakfast for tenants in the inn.

Usually, there will be no new customers to check in at this time. Because the opening time of Wang Family Inn is always half an hour earlier than the gate of Tianyong City. Therefore, in the lobby of the inn is not only Wang Xiaoer, who is destined to inherit his father's business in the future.

There are no other children besides it.

But everything is inappropriate.

Someone appeared quietly in front of the Wang Family Inn at some point. The sun in the morning pulled the figure very long and projected it in front of Wang Xiaoer's bent body.

Wang Xiaoer paused.

Then calmly fold the rag and turn around.

...

The ten thousand-year guardian of the cemetery who never sets in the sky and the sun is not set, and a total of fifteen people were traveling on Kunpeng. Except for the little girl who once recited poems to Kunpeng, there were a total of fifteen people on this trip.

The remaining eleven are in the stone forest where half of the heroes of the world gather.

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1. The Qin Dan Jian Xin Gao Mu Yao, Zhenshan Chongkui, and the demon clan Huanger who had been reunited with the demon emperor Liner for a short time, walked through the legendary cemetery.