"Master, tell me about the Holy Land!" Li Heng asked.
He found that his master was very silent these days!
Saint Bingxin said: "What do you want to know?"
"Anything will do." Li Heng said.
"Luoxia Holy Land is the oldest sacred place for spiritual practice in the fairy world. Since its establishment, it has gone through countless times, at least millions of years. The holy lord in the earliest period was an immortal king."
That's a long, long time ago.
The sunset sacred land of that era was located in the Central Continent. Their strength was far greater than that of any other force, and the sunset sacred land had ruled for several times.
In the Holy Land, whenever a disciple goes out, it will cause a sensation.
But later, darkness swept across, disputes arose, and massacres emerged. In that black age, the immortal king of the Fallen Sacred Land fell.
The death of the fairy king caused the strength of the Luoxia Holy Land to decline.
Of course, even if there is no fairy king, they are still the supreme holy land, and no one dares to provoke them.
However, the second darkness came.
It was a terrible time.
Darkness envelops the entire fairy world, killings are rampant, there are bones and blood everywhere, and pictures of hell on earth appear frequently.
In order to quell this confession, the saint master of the contemporary Luoxia Holy Land brought the supreme soldiers to the world, and accompanied a large number of holy land powerhouses.
They have been fighting for this for hundreds of years, or even longer.
After the darkness was calmed down, the group of holy land powerhouses never returned.
Luoxia Holy Land's vitality was greatly injured, and it was in a silent state for tens of thousands of years. After all, it was too difficult to give birth to a fairy king.
It is even more difficult to get out of an immortal king.
There is no sacred place where the strongest can sit, which is a very dangerous thing.
Later, some people began to provoke the Holy Land. At first, the Holy Land was also benevolent and did not kill it, but suffered a heavy blow. But in this way, Luoxia Holy Land entered a terrible situation.
Many people began to question their strength, and because of this, the killings were once again set off.
"Frequent killings cannot alleviate the development of a force. On the contrary, over time, it will form a kind of interference, so that the holy land cannot be relieved from pain, and there is no new force injected into it. The strong die one after another. The growth is too slow, it can't make up for the frequency of the death of Luoxia Holy Land." Saint Bingxin said softly, as if she was telling something that had nothing to do with her.
But Li Heng didn't know how much regret and pain she felt in her heart when she learned of all this.
In this way, Luoxia Holy Land gradually declined. To half a million years ago, that terrible killing broke out, countless immortal kings took action, and darkness enveloped the Holy Land.
In order to resist the slaughter, the contemporary saint master Ziyi was almost penetrated into the void. She displayed a powerful magical technique and sealed the holy land with the technique of "returning to heaven".
After that, he tore open the void passage and stepped into the path of finding the inheritance of the Holy Land.
Later, the seal of the Holy Land broke, and another terrible killing, the most miserable of which was 300,000 years ago.
This is the generation of Bingxin Holy Land.
She remembered that when those immortal kings came to kill, she remembered the terrifying faces, like wild beasts, and she still remembered that the disciples of the same school fell one by one and turned into pools of blood.
The holy land powerhouse died in battle, and his heart was filled with despair and unwillingness. The contemporary holy lord was crucified to the void, and many elders also died tragically.
When I raised my head, the sky was dim, and there was no light at all.
Three hundred thousand years have passed.
Saint Bingxin sighed softly: "The former glory will never come back. Those elders who died, they may still be unwilling to stay. This is a sad story."
In the last darkness, she witnessed all.
"I don't know if Luoxia Holy Land will still experience killings in these 300,000 years, but I think it will definitely not be the terrible one of the year." Bingxin Saint said: "Ninety percent of the strong have died, together with the background. Sinking into the earth together, this immortal tripod may be the last remaining heritage."
"Does it have a name?" Li Heng asked softly.
"Yes." She continued: "Three-legged cauldron, chaotic cauldron."
The ordinary and unremarkable name has blossomed in history. As long as it appears, the world will be in awe, even those seven holy places dare not make a second.
Today, it has sunk.
Li Heng smiled: "Master, don't worry, since I'm here, the burden of the Luoxia Holy Land will definitely help you pick it up. This Chaos Cauldron will bloom again, and I will let the entire fairy world know that the Luoxia Holy Land is back. ."
He doesn't have a great sense of belonging to this holy place, but he likes stories, likes the story of Master Bing Xin, he is an extremely emotional person.
The most important thing is that he has to get there no matter whether there is a sunset holy land or not.
This is Li Heng's dream.
Saint Bingxin said nothing. From the first dark scene to the fall of the Immortal King, they went downhill again in the Lu Xia Holy Land.
After countless times, the Holy Land dreamed of reshaping the peak age, but... that step was too difficult.