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The sun does not set in the cemetery. It is not the same as the cemetery. At twelve hours a day, the sunset always hangs behind the mountain, unable to fall or rise, and it will never move forward.

At first, Ayao thought it was novel and interesting. He spent an hour every day sitting on the bare hill, watching the sunset, and then playing a song against the yellow sand in the mountains to cultivate his sentiment. But day after day, the scene and dusk are endless.

After seeing too much, only the boring and the eyes are still painful...

"I really miss the world over the sea!" In the dilapidated thatched hut made of sand and stones, Ayao lies on the bed with his legs crossed, with the doors and windows blocked tightly, and the red light was isolated outside.

Two candles were lit, burning quietly, illuminating the four walls.

There was a piano on the table, and a lot of sand and dust had fallen. It seemed that it had not been touched for many days.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall shadow came in. The shadow was reflected on Ayao. Gao Mu Yao said a little upset: "Chongkui, I, Ayao, beg you, can you knock on the door before entering the room

First?"

Ayao crossed his legs and lay on the bed to glance at Zhenshan Chongkui.

The great demon Chongkui turned around and covered the door. The sky outside was so dusk that it was really exhausted. He looked at the comfortable Takagi Yao and said, "You haven't gone to practice today."

"That's the fourteenth throne. Kill the god of the kitchen knife. Is there any difference between more, less, and this day?" Ayao stood up suddenly and held his hair bun. "If you have something to do, say it, no, what's the point

Let me, Ayao, still want to meet Duke Zhou in my dream."

Unexpectedly, Zhenshan Chongkui moved a stool and sat down beside the bed, with a serious expression: "Serious, there is something I want to tell you."

"Oh, say, say it quickly." Ayao was helpless.

I remember that on the Imperial Alliance Immortal Killing Platform, the two of them fought to the death, and they were incompatible with each other. In the blink of an eye, a few years passed, and the fourteen people in the cemetery had been together for a long time, and gradually they had some strange friendship with each other.

.English enemies, friends and mortal enemies, and cannot be explained clearly.

Just like Shi Zongliu, Chen Yanzhen, Yu Qingqi, and Lianchengjue and Muyun Sword City, like the little saint Wang Tingji and Tibetan Book Soul, like Xiao Belian and the sword of the armored gate of the rivers and lakes.

Like Qiu Beixue and Duan Qianyi in Beixue Villa, except for the isolated demon clan Huanger, the fourteen people have become "confidants" inexplicably and become the opponents who know each other the best in the world.

The same is true for the great demon Chongkui and Qinxin Jiandan Gaomu Harao.

That's why he came to find A Yao.

After pondering for a while, Chongkui spoke slowly: "It's been something that happened in the past few months, and I can't explain it clearly. Maybe it's just some of my own random thoughts, or maybe it's me who got into a devil? Anyway..."

A Yao went forward and slapped the forehead of the great demon Chongkui. Zhenshan Chongkui looked angry and almost got furious by this palm. Fortunately, A Yao cleverly resolved it, scratched his head and said with confusion:

"You are not stupid, why are you still incoherent?"

Zhenshan Chongkui's anger gradually faded.

A Yao was sweating in the back, raised his eyebrows, and was no longer sleepy. He simply sat cross-legged on the bed, pressing his hands against his chin: "Tell me carefully, what exactly is that makes you so restless."

Zhenshan Chongkui started pouring beans on bamboo tubes and kept talking. He was afraid that Ayao would not understand, so he started three years ago.

It turned out that three years ago, fourteen people set foot in the Sunbukuo Cemetery north of the North Sea. They were summoned by the tomb guards of the cemetery and explained one thing. To put it simply, they hope that they can end the troubled disaster.

Chips at the bottom of the box.

As soon as this was said, the fourteen people led by Shi Zongliu, Chen Yanzhen and Yu Qingqi naturally looked at each other, and none of them believed it. These guys were all in the realm of transformation and death, and they were all the strongest killing existences in the world. Which one

Isn’t it extremely smart? Just by just a few words from the tomb owners of the cemetery that don’t set, they can become the key to the outcome?

"Even if you are a saint in the realm of God's Attraction, you can't speak so uncontrollably, right?" A Yao retorted on the spot.

"Let me tell me, how can it become the killer weapon to end the troubled times?" Shi Zongliu was relatively calm. He was once the leader of the Emperor Alliance, standing at the top of the world. He naturally knew a lot about the scenery threshold of the realm of the God-Inducing Realm and the situation of the alien race.

The tomb owner said, "I'll tell you a story."

A Yao said: "Long story short."

The tomb owner was not angry: "I believe everyone here has heard of the great battle in the chaotic world ten thousand years ago."

Everyone nodded secretly.

The tomb owner continued: "The cemetery will not set in the sun and the cemetery will be the battlefield for the final battle. Of course, the appearance of this place ten thousand years ago was not what you saw. Ten thousand years ago, this was the realm of the endless peaks."

A Yao lost his patience again and bowed: "My dear master, can you tell me some secrets that everyone doesn't know?"

The demon clan Huang'er couldn't help but chuckled.

The tomb owner was still calm and changed his tone: "In the chaotic disaster ten thousand years ago, the heroes in the world won with half of their son. In addition to turning the Endless Peak into the cemetery of the Sun-Downward Cemetery and most of the Endless Sea, countless heroes were buried.

In addition to countless magical weapons and weapons, there is also an absolute forbidden area."

Finally, when they heard the unknown secret, the fourteen people looked at each other and looked serious.

The tomb owner continued, "The forbidden place is named Ziwujing. Of course, this name was chosen by me."

Ayao showed a look of contempt and thought it wasn't very good.

"Ziwu Well is a large formation dug by the fourteen thrones of the alien race, and it is not bottom-out. The bottom of the well in the well suppresses the 90% of the Zhoutian realm consciousness of Senior Tianjiu Blade."

When the tomb owner said this, everyone looked shocked! His face was full of disbelief. Even the powerful people who had once entered the realm of saints, such as Shi Zongliu, Chen Yanzhen, Yu Qingqi, etc., had never heard of such a secret.

"The fourteen thrones of the alien race, each of them has the strength that is comparable to the peak of the gods. They use themselves as the formation eye, imprisoning people and drawing the ground as prisons. It has been ten thousand years since then. For some reason, we stayed at the day of our stay.

The tomb guards who did not fall into the cemetery could not enter the Ziwu Well. Xun'er and others came here in hopes that they could use the killing power of you and others to go deep into Ziwu Well, kill the old fourteen thrones of the alien race, and use the divine consciousness of senior Tianjiu Blade

Release it.”

A Yao suddenly interrupted the tomb owner's memory and said, "Mr. Tomb owner, you just said that the old fourteen thrones of the alien race are all the strength of the peak of the God-Inducing Realm?"

The tomb owner nodded.

Ayao glanced at everyone and complained: "The fourteen thrones can join forces to suppress the ninety percent of the spiritual consciousness of senior Tianjiu Blade. Our fourteen small disasters are probably not enough for those old thrones to get stuck in their teeth! You, just

Don't joke with me, wait for the younger generation."

The tomb owner smiled and said, "It's true that at the peak of the fourteen thrones in Ziwu Well, you are naturally incompatible with the enemy who is incompatible with one move. But today, ten thousand years later, it's hard to say the outcome."

Mu Yun Jiancheng suddenly spoke: "What do you say?"

The tomb owner said: "I have polished my time in Ziwu Well and my cultivation level. The fourteen thrones were trapped for thousands of years, and their strength was no longer the same as before. According to my estimate, now there are no ten or two."

Liancheng Jue also said: "According to the senior, the ninety percent of the spiritual consciousness of the Tianjiu Blade of Senior Tian Realm is now not one ten? Since that's the case, is there any need to risk saving yourself?"