Yang Xin shook his head: "Do you still remember that Brother Feiyu tried to save us at the expense of 100,000 people eighteen years ago? I have thought about it for eighteen years, and I think that if he kept us, there would be others.
usefulness."
"Wait, after Yuanqi gets the big clock, our decisive battle will begin at Wangzang Mountain."
Yang Xin let out a sigh of relief.
...
Everyone is waiting for the next period of time.
People are waiting for news from Wang Zangshan, waiting for these young people to take people's dreams to break through the sky and welcome back their own light.
In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.
In the past three months, Wang Zangshan's team has continued to move forward, but it is really not easy to cross the Shiwan Mountain and enter Wangzang Mountain on foot.
Three months later.
Wang Zangshan’s generation.
After three months of long journey, the team finally arrived at the foot of Wangzang Mountain.
At this moment, this team composed of young people has been waiting for a long time.
"Yuanqi, we are here. In front of us is the place where Uncle Feiyu's soldiers were buried." The team stopped at the foot of the mountain.
At the foot of Wangzang Mountain, more than twenty corpses fell to the ground.
The corpses were almost decomposed, but the shirts on their bodies could still tell that they were all from Long Dian.
Zhou Yuanqi took a deep breath and said, "We have found them. We must be careful in every next step."
"Everyone be alert, I'll go over and take a look."
After saying that, Zhou Yuanqi walked towards the corpse.
Tang Meng took a step forward: "Yuanqi, I'll go with you."
Zhou Yuanqi didn't say anything, and he and Tang Meng walked towards the corpse.
When they came to the corpse, the two women squatted down and looked at these great faces one by one.
Zhou Yuanqi stretched out his hand, straightened the collar of a soldier, and said, "Eighteen years ago, you slept here forever for our future."
"Today, eighteen years later, uncles, let us, who were once protected by you, take over as one of yours and complete all this for you!"
Zhou Yuanqi pulled out a sharp blade from a warrior's shirt.
The blade, which had not been used for eighteen years, was already sharp.
Zhou Yuanqi began to examine the reasons for the deaths of these warriors.
Tang Meng suddenly exclaimed: "Yuanqi, look, uncles all have wounds on their bodies."
Zhou Yuanqi pulled off a soldier's clothes and saw a fist-sized wound on his stomach, which penetrated directly through his stomach.
"This is not a stab wound." Zhou Yuanqi said.
"Indeed, but where did this kind of wound come from? The stomach was penetrated by someone, as if it was hit with a fist. What did they experience here before?" Tang Meng's face was dull, and he raised his head and looked around.
Zhou Yuanqi was silent for a while, but at this moment, Zhou Yuanqi suddenly shouted: "No, everyone, run away."
However, it's too late.
Poof!!
There was a loud noise, and an arm stretched out from the rock. This arm directly penetrated a person's body.
The boy who was penetrated was shocked all over, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his eyes became extremely dull.
"Ling Yang." Zhou Yuanqi roared.
After saying that, Zhou Yuanqi threw out the blade in his hand, and the blade directly cut off the arm that stretched out from the ground.