Zhao Ge: 66. Desolate Beast Skeleton

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The impermanence of the world is sometimes pure nonsense.

For example, a senior who was not too annoying will become a **** that people can't wait to draw their swords at each other; and for example, one day he will also put on a dark black robe and walk in a land that is not visible.

But there are many things, not so much impermanence, but rather definite.

Elder Qin also knows those things between the core disciples. He knows that in the eyes of those young and proud young people who are confident in the position of the Jiuxuanmen master brother, Bailishu is the strange number born out of the sky. .

Not really.

This is a long-destined thing.

Baili, that is a surname that has been deliberately erased from history.

"Chaoge Baili, Muzhi Dongling."

These eight characters, by now, less than one knows. However, when the man named Baili arrived, everything became doomed.

Until today, Elder Qin still stubbornly refuses to recognize Bailishu as the great brother of the Jiuxuanmen, because...as if to deny this matter, you can deny those fatalities.

After all, he is just a stubborn idiot.

Elder Qin thought, passing by the disciple guarding the gate.

The disciples who guarded the gate did not salute him, because they didn't notice Elder Qin's passing.

He is like a ghost.

In the Jiuxuanmen, when the elder puts on this deep black robe, he will not appear in the disciple's field of vision. They will leave the sect quietly like ghosts and appear in various places in the land of the Twelve Dynasty. At this time, these people are no longer the elders of the sect, but the sword of the sect and the sword of the sect.

However, both swords and swords are used to kill people.

The disciples of Bidou in the martial arts field don't know, the disciples who practice swords on the mountain won't know, and the disciple guarding the mountain gate won't know. For so many years, the elders of the sect who announced that they failed to break through or were unable to retreat, and gradually disappeared in the memory of everyone, how many were wearing such a black robe, leaving the sect silently, and then never returned.

How much he hated such a black robe.

But now, even he himself is wearing such a dark black robe.

The Eight Immortals and the Eight Immortals.

No matter how high a cultivator is, it is ultimately closely related to the world. Where does the refined spirit stone come from? Where is the mined spirit mine? Where did the Jiu Xuan disciples eat before bigu? How many disciples have sacrificed and how many new disciples need to be recruited? And where do these disciples recruit? ...

The Eight Immortal Sects, after all, are only the Eight Immortal Sects of the Twelve Dynasty.

Just like the white hibiscus sacred tree, doesn't it also need to be born in thick soil?

Many times, Elder Qin has not been able to tell whether what he did is right or wrong, but he only knows one thing, no matter what, whoever wants to do something against the Nine Profound Gate, he draws a sword to whom.

When Elder Qin left the Jiuxuanmen, he raised his head and glanced to the northeast again.

At this time, the sky in the northeast was covered with layers of clouds, and those clouds were like a skynet that slowly opened up, not knowing when it would be completely exposed.

"Yi...Brother, do you want to force this net out?"

Elder Qin asked in a low voice, as if he was asking the brother who was standing on the Piyong Pavilion and was always in charge, and he was also asking himself.

He glanced deeply at the mountain gate standing at the end of the Tongtian Step, then turned around and left without looking back.

The direction he went forward was the dynasty located southwest of Jiuxuanmen.

Jin Tang.

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The ground is a thick, deep darkness. Deep black rocks covered the ground ruggedly, and the ground was rugged and without any plants. Pale, huge animal bones fell into the dark rock, some were partially buried by rubble, only a half-length ten-foot-long rib was exposed. The war spear pierced the sky, and some exposed twice as much. The high skull of the city gate has empty eye sockets facing the sky.

This is a weird world.

There are countless huge and terrifying animal bones on the ground, and the rocks and sand are all black. A blood-red sun fell on the western horizon, reflecting the sky into an oppressive dark red. The sun was not so much the setting sun, it was the eye pupils of some ferocious monster, glowing with the tyrannical atmosphere of killing.

Da, da.

The sound of light footsteps sounded, and on the black rock, Bailishu, who was engulfed by the spatial vortex, slowly approached a beast bone with its head exposed. There was no surprise on his face, as if he entered here not because of a sudden change, but because of a budget.

This is not the bones of ordinary animals that the world can see today. They were born so huge, so terrifying, with thorny bones and fangs like knives. Inferring from the size of their heads, when they were alive, they might even be as huge as a city.

They... are wild beasts.

"The days of mourning, how can the thick soil be hidden? Pale water, comfort me Wanjiang."

Bai Lishu raised his head to look up at the bones that still retain the supreme coercion and terror after death, and gently read the opening chapter of "Yi" in the first three parts of "Taiyilu".

During the savage era, huge and terrifying beasts ruled the world. The human race lingered like ants, and cursed day and night like the beasts of the violent sun. It wasn't until Kong Jia led the human race to set off the **** war called the "Battle of Difen". From then on, the wild beasts that ruled the sky gradually disappeared from people's vision, and their descendants gradually became the alien beasts of today. .

Now, in this ancient and strange space linked by the Qingming Tower, the deep black reef is full of bones of wild beasts.

With a wave of the sleeve of Baili's robe, he brushed away the gravel under a layer of beast's head, and saw a spear inserted in the spine of the skull.

Sure enough, "the sun will die, and the loser will die."

The curse of the wild ancestors has become a reality, and the wild beasts that have ruled for an era are finally buried in the thick soil, and the sky is dying of blood.

Bailishu took a few steps back and looked around.

On the dark ground, the pale bones are so large that they look like a strangely shaped ridge from a distance. Compared with them, people are like ants.

——The space connected by the Qingming Pagoda is the burial ground of the desolate beasts and the ancient battlefield of the Battle of Difen.

This is a forgotten place, a place concealed by history and sealed by time. The creatures that once ruled the mainland have been wasted by time for tens of thousands of years. The bones lay quietly on the deep black stone layer, letting the blood-colored sun illuminate fatefully, responding to the curse of "time lost."

The bones become a forest.

The long killing wind whizzed through the bone forest, blowing the black boulders day after day, and the sound was far and wide.

The horned dragon phantom, who was swallowed by the huge spatial vortex with him, hovered and crawled before a bone that only exposed the spine, neighing low, as if calling the ancestor's spirit.

The white bones glowed with a faint dim light, and the light projected out, leaving a faint light mark on the horned dragon phantom. After that ray of light flashed out, the bones completely lost their luster, as if they would be destroyed with a single touch. The light was very weak, but it gave people a feeling of extreme danger and terror.

It is worthy of being a terrifying existence that once ruled the world for an epoch. Even though tens of thousands of years have passed, it still retains a miracle that is hard to resist for today's people.

The phantom of the horned dragon that received the light mark became more and more condensed. It wandered like a snake on the black rocky ground, crawling in one direction quickly.

The horned dragon is a divine dragon with two wings, soaring through the clouds, but here it does not dare to spread its wings, as if afraid to disturb the bones buried in the black stone, walking in awe like a snake on the ground.

Bai Lishu stood under the skull of the giant beast, his figure shrouded in shadow, and the horned dragon did not notice his existence.

Seeing the horned dragon walking through the bone forest to one direction, Bai Lishu slowly walked out of the shadows. He did not rush into the bone forest, but looked around, and finally walked towards several fans lined up like a giant sickle. Wing bones on the ground. The edges of those wing bones were extremely thin with cold light.

It was the skeleton of a misty bird that was almost completely covered.

Before standing on the wing bones, Bai Lishu took out the jade box that used to contain the Emperor Hualan. Now there is a blood-red rectangular crystal sealed with misty bird shadow.

He pressed the blood red crystal to the wing bone that was half exposed on the ground.

A faint white light penetrated from the wing bones, forming a blood-red crystal that was immersed in Bailishu's hand. As soon as the light mark swept in, the misty bird phantom sealed in the crystal suddenly raised its wings, and the crystal instantly lit up.

However, before the breath of the misty phantom erupted, Bai Lishu had a golden longbow in his hand.

The rectangular crystal lit up several times, and finally dimmed again unwillingly.

Bai Li Shu took the blood-red crystals that sealed the phantom of the misty bird and carried the golden longbow, and walked into the forest of white bones. He walked in the direction where the horned dragon had just left.

Suddenly, Bai Lishu stopped.

After the black rock broke, the gravel piled up on the ground in a thick layer, and bones came out from it. In the front left, there was a small, inconspicuous object falling on the gravel.

Bai Li Shu walked over and put the longbow on the ground.

He picked up that thing and gently brushed the dust off it. It was a half-dark wooden sign with a few powerful words written in white lacquer:

"Thanks to the Nine Profound Stems."

Bai Lishu looked at the half wooden sign, thinking about something, and put it away after a while.

——That is a broken spirit card.

Nine Profound Gate, and the spiritual card of the disciples of the State Shouta.