The World’s Male Repairs Are All Furnace Tripods

"A hundred thousand years."

The previous 100,000 years of loneliness was actually very long, almost making him desperate, but these days waiting for him, it was even longer than the previous 100,000 years.

When thinking of this, Ye Jun tapped the hilt with his finger bones, and then laughed silently. In fact, during this time, he recovered well, and the aura on his body could even connect to the broken bones, but he was not that way. Do.

He just started a splicing game on the battlefield that year. A Array Talisman, even if he is dead, even if there is no trace of flesh and blood on his fingers, his hand is still so flexible, and he can also use the power of this Array.

Ye Jun cleaned the battlefield.

Once upon a time, he stood tall on the pile of bones.

However, although part of the bones underneath were attacking him, most of them wanted to escape. They were destroyed in an instant and destroyed the Tianyan City. However, the monks in this formation were all top powerhouses at the time. , So there are still a few who did not die immediately, but they became like mortals, without a trace of aura, and no magic weapon was used.

They wanted to escape and crawled out of the formation desperately, but were blocked by the four long pillars. In the end, they died on the edge of the formation and turned into bones, still maintaining the strength of their lives.

When Su Hanjin came in, what she saw was the real scene in the formation. She had seen the skeletons twisted on the edge of the formation and the skeletons that wanted to climb out. However, Jin Zhongliang did not see these at this time. He only saw the white bones. They pile up into mountains, and on the top of the mountain, there is a tall skeleton holding a long sword, and a rusty iron axe is inserted in his ribs. His bones are covered with scars, and the black bones also show that he is in front of him. He had been poisoned before, but even so, he still stood on top of the bone pile, even though he died.

Jin Zhongliang seemed to have seen the scene at the time. Countless people besieged him. In the **** sea of ​​corpses, he waved the epee in his hand again and again, beheading countless enemies. He was wounded all over, **** general His clothes were dyed through, an axe slashed on his ribs, and his brow wrinkled, shaking the axe **** away.

Although he is only one person, the surrounding besiegers are also decreasing. In the distance, there seems to be a pair of eyes looking at them, watching the dead men frantically attacking the person in the formation, watching the person laughing wildly, and draining his body. A drop of blood eventually died of exhaustion.

If it weren't for the previous poisoning, maybe he wouldn't die. He was framed and betrayed. Jin Zhongliang could even feel that his tragic and vigorousness before his death was the dragon storm in the shallow river, the tiger falling in the Pingyang, an indomitable strong man who was victimized by a traitor, his heroic soul persisted, and the **** setting sun Below, making the scenes more tragic, more shocking.

Jin Zhongliang looked solemn, and he bowed deeply to the white bones standing in the middle of the pile of bones. What he didn't notice was that on each of the four stone pillars, there was a small spar glowing, and that light was fleeting, even his divine consciousness could not catch it.

When Ye Jun saw Jin Zhongliang's appearance, he knew that he had used this trick correctly. Before she said that someone would come to rescue him, Ye Jun kept thinking that since it was to save him, that person should belong to the righteous monk. In this case, he naturally cannot reveal what he did before. Although the group of people is indeed He deserves it, but he Yejun is indeed not a good person. Of course, he himself definitely does not think that he is a bad person, he can only say that he is a person who wants to do it.

Whatever you want, how happy you come.

Now that the first step worked, it was not in vain that he worked so hard to piece together the bones to improve the formation. Thinking of this, Ye Jun smiled in his heart, but he didn't take the initiative to speak.

Jin Zhongliang felt very weird. He only remembered that he was fighting against the man who wanted to persecute the Huaxian. The man was extremely strong, and every attack made him hurt very much. However, he was not willing to retreat, and he did not want to hide. Entering the Tower of Annihilation, only because of the thought in my heart that I don't want to lose again.

He must fight. However, that person's attacks became more and more severe, making him confused, and he only felt that his consciousness was gradually drifting away. He only remembered the fire at the last moment, swallowing him with the power to destroy everything, and then his consciousness completely dissipated, and when he was awake, he appeared here.

Destiny? Could it be that he is dead? Who is that voice just now? Jin Zhongliang furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes fixed on the man in the formation again, could it be him? His throat moved, and his voice was dry and dry: "Senior, is that you?"

"It's me." The previous voice reappeared in Jin Zhongliang's mind. The voice was extremely weak, making his brows furrowed deeper.

"Senior, how can I get out of here?" Although there was a moment of suspicion before, Jin Zhongliang didn't feel that he was dead. He was flesh and blood, and he even felt his own heartbeat, even though the body seemed to have a little bit of it. Is weird, but he is indeed alive.

"You can walk here before I dissipate, you are my destined successor." Ye Jun sighed, "Boy, come here, come to me."

The voice seemed to have a mysterious power. Jin Zhongliang walked forward without hesitation, stepped on the tired bones, and climbed onto the pile of bones. He stood in front of the skeleton and stared at its hollow eye sockets.

Jin Zhongliang's eyes flashed, "I don't know what seniors' conditions are?"

"I take revenge!" Ye Jun sternly said: "Those betrayers back then, even if they are no longer alive, I want their children and grandchildren to repay them! They slaughtered my whole city for profit. If this revenge is not revenge, my soul will always be. Can't get real rest."

"You promise not to promise, you promise not to promise, you promise not to promise!"

That voice reverberated in his mind over and over again, one more stern than another, which damaged his consciousness, and for a moment, his face was pale as paper. Jin Zhong's conscience was shaken, and he blurted out: "I promise you."

As soon as the voice fell, the skeleton in front of him moved.

He slowly raised his hand. There was no power in the phalanx, and he couldn't feel any fluctuations in spiritual power. What is it going to do? Jin Zhongliang looked at it blankly, and then found that its finger bones were pressed on top of his head.

Jin Zhongliang didn't actually feel any threat, but he felt a little weird. There was a warm breeze flowing from the phalanx, allowing him to heal slowly from the injury he had suffered. With the breeze coming in, there seemed to be some formulas for the formation. Is this inheritance?

Jin Zhongliang only felt that he was bathed in a warm sun, and the gentle breeze relaxed his tense nerves and gradually made his face bloody, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his smile slowly opened up.

That kind of warmth reminded him of the past.

He and Junior Sister lay their heads against their heads, lying on the grass and looking at the blue sky above their heads.