In the space of Difen's battle.
The bones of the desolate beasts have all been broken, and the dark land is only black and white, and 170,000 human bones are piled up on the huge circular open space. The color of the dead sun hanging on the horizon became darker and darker.
Crying and laughing, Liao Gan staggered among the pile of bones, crushing this rib and kicking that piece of skull away. The wind slowed down at some point, and it was no longer as sharp as a knife.
After finding the corpses of the disciples who guarded the Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou, Liao Qian searched around again, but found no more corpses belonging to the Jiuxuanmen. He reluctantly climbed up to a higher pile of bones , standing on the top and looking around.
Bones were everywhere, and among the 170,000 bones, there were buried somewhere the bones of Zhou Wen'an's dead-hearted guy, his brothers and sisters.
and…
He could take Zhou Wen'an's senior brothers and sisters back, but who would bring Zhou Wen'an back
Liao Gan stood stunned, his throat burning.
Suddenly, the pile of bones under Liao Qian's feet began to move violently, and Liao Gan accidentally rolled down from the top of the pile of bones. He cursed, and before he got up, he felt that the air in the world was shaking, and the prisoner's tower buried under the bones seemed to undergo some drastic changes.
"Hold!"
Liao Gan turned over and stood up, he took out the things Liu Wuyan gave them.
—The Kyushu bank is famous for its financial resources, and they will leave it to you.
In the dimness, the young man in the robe of Jiuxuanmen floated in front of his eyes, and he smiled relievedly in the red light emitted by the pattern pattern.
"Little boy surnamed Zhou! I remember you!"
While cursing, Liao Gan crushed the teleportation stone that Liu Wuyan gave them.
The moment before being teleported away, Liao Gan turned his head to look again at the location of the Prisoner's Tower buried in the bones.
Under the bones, a faint, cold light, with traces of icy blue color, is vaguely revealed.
When Liao Gan teleported away, it was the time when the seal fell lightly and finally hovered over the black iron gate. The moment the seal was still, endless ice spread out from the center of the seal, covering from the bottom to the top of the Prisoner's Desolation Tower in an instant.
The scales that grew on the wall of the tower were all frozen.
Within a few breaths, this prisoner's tower was covered with thin ice.
This ancient battlefield that has been silent for tens of thousands of years has returned to silence.
Only the long wind was blowing the white, snow-like bone fragments.
However, with the passage of time, the bones piled up on the top of the Prisoner's Tower sank bit by bit, as if being swallowed by something. If someone looked down from a high place, they would find that those human bones were piled up in a seemingly irregular manner on the huge circular open space, implying a strange and mysterious rule.
Looking down from the highest point, those human bones were piled up high or low, forming an array with ancient reliefs.
The crimson dying sun gilded the bones.
I don't know how long it took, a faint spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared in a part of the sky in the Battle of Difen, and then a thin spatial crack appeared on the dark red sky.
A figure collapsed from the crack.
It was a "person" covered in a gray robe—perhaps he shouldn't be a person. His figure was vague, with a feeling of illusion, as if it was just a thought.
"The days are exhausted, the Dongling Mausoleum is closed, and the era is buried in ice."
The gray-robed man walked on the ground covered with snow-like bone debris, and seemed to be moving forward slowly.
—The strange thing is that the bones of the desolate beasts have all been broken, but the ancient battlefield of the Difen War is still forbidden to walk through the air.
The gray-robed man was very fast, and he arrived in front of the huge circular field covered with bones in a short while.
"The days are running out, and Dongling will close the pagoda."
The gray-robed man stared at the faintly visible ice-blue light shining from under the bones, and spoke softly.
"Long time no see, people from Baili."
The voice of the gray-robed man was blown away by the wind. He raised his hand and shook away a pile of bones, revealing the open space underground. In the open space cleared by the gray-robed man, only a ferocious iron mask remained. The man in gray robe picked up the mask, and saw a roll of silk attached to the back of the mask.
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The wind in Saibei, mixed with sand and dust, swept across the Gobi alone.
Under a huge boulder with a strange shape, the space suddenly distorted.
Then two figures appeared out of thin air under the boulder.
"Ahem..."
As soon as Ye Qiusheng's feet hit the ground, the wind blew a mouthful of sand. He coughed out the sand, covered his face with his hands, and looked up to see where it was being carried.
Large and small rocks with strange shapes, these rocks are eroded by the wind, gradually showing a strange shape, some look like magnificent castles from a distance, and some are like distorted human faces, in the dim yellow setting sun, The group of rocks are like strange animals...there is yellow sand everywhere, and the wind blows from the sand dunes, mixed with finely crushed sand.
This is clearly the scenery beyond the Great Wall.
They were passed on to the Gobi.
Baili Shu leaned against the rock, coughing lowly.
The white robe on his body seemed to be strange, exuding a faint light, blocking the sand and dust. Baili Shu raised his eyes and looked at the continuous sand dunes and rocks of various shapes in front of him. The wind-eroded boulders looked like castles.
"The ghost city is continuous, the wind blows like crying, and the yellow sand is dark and hinders pedestrians."
Baili Shu raised his head and read these few words slowly.
The golden light of the setting sun sprinkled on the ground and fell on the young man's face, outlining the clear outline of the young man's face with a layer of almost divine light. His eyes also fell into the light, sparkling like the shimmering light on the surface of the lake.
"This is Guazhou."
Baili Shu said softly.
Ye Qiusheng frowned. Guazhou and Bingzhou are far from each other. Bingzhou is located in the northwest of the Chen Dynasty, while Guazhou is located at the junction of the Fuyi Dynasty and the Jintang Dynasty. The territory belongs to the Jintang Dynasty, but it has been invaded by Fuyi for many years. From Bingzhou to Guazhou, it takes several months to fly even by taking the Qingyu Lightboat.
Unexpectedly, after coming out of the ancient battlefield of the Difen War, it would be reported to such a far place.
The few sentences that Baili Shu read are the description of Guazhou, an ancient city on the Jintang Fortress, in "Customs and Tongji". Guazhou is located in the desert and sparsely populated. In the past, Emperor Guangwu of the Jin Tang Dynasty once moved the refugees from the south to the north, and some of them settled here. During the reign of Emperor Guangwu, the refugees migrated with the soldiers, and since then, they have built fortresses to defend the Fuyi Dynasty in some small oases.
Since then, Guazhou has gradually become populated.
However, in Guazhou, the Gobi is vast, and the rocks are strangely shaped, and most of them are naturally like fortresses. Therefore, Guazhou is also called "ghost town". To the merchant's ears, it sounded like a ghost crying.
Although this place belongs to the territory of Jintang, there is no branch of Jiuxuanmen.
Tianji Valley is in the south of Guazhou, standing in the ancient mountains of Fuyi Dynasty, so most of the cultivators here belong to Tianji Valley.
Baili Shu lowered his eyes.
The Ancient Emperor Talisman was tightly held in his hand. The legendary ancient emperor's talisman that hides the ancient emperor's secret looks ordinary at this moment, like an ordinary black card with nothing special in Bailishu's hands.
Baili Shu let go of his hand slightly, and turned to the Ancient Emperor Talisman.
On the back, there is a relief of a city above the clouds.
Is the ancient emperor who was imprisoned and killed in the ancient battlefield of the Difen War the Emperor Yun
Baili Shu frowned slightly, his fingertips slowly touched the embossed lines, the tentacles were warm and cool. His wrist holding the Ancient Emperor Talisman trembled slightly, and his fingertips were bloodless.
Putting away the Ancient Emperor Talisman with his backhand, Baili Shu panted slightly, leaning against the hard rock wall, staring at the undulating sand dune line in the distance, there was no castle in his vision, unlike Guazhou where people settled place.
To some extent, this place is already outside the control of Jiuxuanmen.
The image of the rock group gradually became blurred, Ye Qiusheng's back also began to overlap, Baili Shu lowered his eyes, staring at his pale fingertips.
Ye Qiusheng stood up straight, and heard Baili Shu's faint voice from behind: "You'd better circulate the true energy in your body."
It's best to run the true energy in the body
Ye Qiusheng had a bad premonition.
Soon, he understood what Bailishu meant. As soon as he circulated his true qi, he found that the originally unimpeded true qi in his body was now completely silent. Although it still flowed slowly according to the exercises, it seemed to be sealed by some force and could not be used.
Ye Qiusheng's face changed slightly.
After careful inspection with spiritual consciousness, it was found that there was an obscure and extremely pure space force in the body, with a trace of chaotic breath, it was this space force mixed with the chaotic breath that temporarily sealed the true energy .
"It seems troublesome."
After discovering the reason, Ye Qiusheng shrugged and chuckled. As if he suddenly remembered something, he asked Bailishu.
"As a senior brother of Jiuxuanmen, don't you care about your younger brothers and younger sisters?"
"Own arrangements."
Baili Shu replied softly, his voice gradually became weaker, and finally it was almost inaudible in the wind.
His gradually drooping eyelashes were completely covered.
There was no sound behind him, and Ye Qiusheng turned around with some doubts.
The thin young man was leaning on the rock, his eyes lowered, his long eyelashes were plated with a faint golden sunset light, casting a clear shadow on his face. The white robe he was wearing was reflected in the setting sun, with a faint light. There is absolutely no doubt that Bailishu is regarded as the first of the twelve beauties by the good-for-nothing people of Kyushu Bank.
But for a long time, Bailishu gave people the impression that he was like a cold ice skate, beautiful and sharp.
But unexpectedly, after the man closed his eyes, his face was not that sharp and cold, but the lines were soft and almost fragile.
The young man slid down against the rock little by little.
"Bailishu?"
Ye Qiusheng called out the young man's name in astonishment, and walked towards Bailishu on the soft sand.