The black and red soil, it is hard to tell whether it is blood or the original color of the earth.
The cold wind blew from the depths, blowing the girl's slender body with desolation.
Zhang Xinghuo's body was trembling slightly, not because of the fear of facing the horrific scene, but because of the inexplicable sadness that suddenly appeared in her heart.
How long have these bones in front of you been like this?
Ten years, a hundred years...or a thousand years?
She suddenly felt her cheeks feel a little cold, and subconsciously touched her cheeks, which were filled with tears that she didn't know when she had shed.
"Master."
She opened her mouth, and thousands of words finally turned into these two words.
"There is no murderer, no conspiracy, and no right or wrong."
Lu Ze gave a shocking answer. He stood in front of the girl, and the shadow of the red phoenix flashed deep in the boy's hole.
Under the phoenix child who pierces through the illusion, behind the sad and terrifying bone cemetery, there is a black sky as vast as the sea.
The thick black color kept surging and rolling, but it could never go beyond the scope covered by black mud and red soil.
The black cracks that once appeared and appeared in the mountain road appeared and disappeared with dozens of times the density here.
This is a world completely different from reality.
Just as the light is bright, the shadows are dark.
The girl raised her head and looked at Lu Ze's back. She could feel the turbulent emotions under the master's calm words.
Lu Ze was silent for a moment and then said: "Saving the tribe through individual sacrifice. The confusion that has troubled me for a long time has been solved. This is a story destined to be tragic."
Zhang Xinghuo still seemed to understand, but she keenly captured the word "本" in Lu Ze's last sentence.
Lu Ze knew that the girl had many doubts, but he did not explain them.
He put his hands behind his hands and walked around the black mud and red soil, staring at the piles of white bones with a low voice.
"Most of these bones died voluntarily. Perhaps they came here with a love for life, or with hope for the continuation of life for the next generation, before they died..."
The bones in the sight that are intact and sitting cross-legged look very much like the sitting form of a cultivator.
But instead of sitting at home, they came to such a desolate ghost land.
"There are also people who were killed here. They may be sad or angry, but they don't know that they will protect their descendants for thousands of years after their death." Lu Ze said, pointing to several skeletons with missing limbs.
"Do they have to die here?" Zhang Xinghuo finally couldn't help but ask.
"Not necessarily." Lu Ze responded softly, and then his tone was extremely determined, "But they must have found no other way."
"This is a seal. From the day of blessing, there is only one way to go to the end."
"What's sealed?" Zhang Xinghuo's heart trembled.
"Doomed to extinction."
Lu Ze looked carefully at every bone and every piece of soil. He no longer paid attention to the love and hatred of individuals in Wuyuan.
Among the traces left by history, he saw the past of the ethnic groups living here struggling for their destiny.
He will not ignore these sacrifices that have been annihilated in the long history.
For the human race, no matter how small the sacrifice, it is worthy of respect.
"The person who found this method back then must have been a genius, able to find a glimmer of possibility among countless impossibilities."
"He may know what the end of that possibility is, but in the end everything is lost to time."
Lu Ze's voice was filled with emotion.
This land is like a historical recorder, silently flashing the past before our eyes like a fleeting glimpse.
Lu Ze seemed to see countless dying people coming here spontaneously and choosing to return the origin of life to heaven and earth. Together with those who were killed here, they used their own spirits and flesh to repair the cracks and maintain the space.
of stability.
How tragic and yet determined.
That's the only thing left after exhausting all methods.
After seeing this "cemetery", Lu Ze understood the reason why the expedition team came here and the motivation of the safari to lure the giant beast at night.
Only living beings can stop the rift from expanding.
Countless creatures have been buried here for thousands of years, and countless blood, spirit, and energy have reinforced the seal layer by layer.
Unfortunately, flooding cannot be stopped by blocking it.
In the star source field that Phoenix Boy saw, the star source power in the cemetery was superimposed dozens or hundreds of times. It was violently agitated and on the verge of losing control. It could no longer be blocked by the flesh and blood of living beings.
The arrival of the tower will not be transferred by individual will, nor will it be blocked by individuals.
No matter how much effort these dead and living people put in, in the end the tower still stood and countless lives were lost.
That's why he just said that this is a story destined to be tragic.
In the future, I have never heard any news about Wuyuan Continent. At about that time, Wuyuan Continent has been annihilated.
And the great elder with whom we had a chance encounter was just a poor guy trying to survive.
The Wuyuan Continent is actually just the dust that was stirred up when the tall tower stood.
…
No one knows that in the depths of the ancient land, there is a young man Ze who revealed the secrets of Wuyuan over the past thousand years in just a few words!
Zhang Xinghuo listened to Lu Ze's calm story with a vague understanding. She didn't know that the reason Lu Ze analyzed based on limited clues was exactly the same as the oral history of the Shijia ancestors.
"Master, will we all die in the future?" Zhang Xinghuo asked something that seemed very ambiguous, but she knew that Master would definitely understand it, and he could also hear the hope hidden in her words.
"When the seal is broken, you will die, they will die, and the people who have lived here for thousands of years will also die. In the face of natural disasters, no one can survive alone."
"But you just said a bad word!" Zhang Xinghuo clenched his fists.
"Because that's the future under normal circumstances."
Lu Ze stopped in his tracks, his eyes suddenly turned from casual to sharp and dazzling, and his originally dull tone was filled with the sound of fighting at this moment!
"But when I show up here, I, Lu Ze, have the final say in everything here!"
As soon as the words fell, with Lu Ze's feet as the center of the circle, thousands of dark red air waves exploded from the ground, intertwined into a huge shadow covering a kilometer, and instantly shot back to the sky to merge at the highest point.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A terrifying aura of destruction emerged from Lu Ze, sweeping across the entire space like a hurricane.
Zhang Xinghuo looked at his master in shock, his eyes following his master's eyes into the distance.
There, a huge tree was twisted into powder. Behind the smoke and dust in the sky, a figure jumped up in panic, turned around and ran backwards.
Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent, he raised his right hand flat and clasped his fingers together fiercely.
"Return to the sword!"
The sound fell, and the Red Dust Qi Sword floated at the end of a thousand meters.
When that figure saw the sword gleaming away from him, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split.
There's no way to dodge it.
Because when he saw the sword light rising, there was already a red mountain torrent in front of him, hitting him hard.
His body, covered in pure Qinggang, was like a huge tree being knocked away in front of the red torrent from the outside in. It didn't even stop for a moment, and it hit straight back.
--boom!
The earth shook!
Red swallowed up her vision. Zhang Xinghuo subconsciously stretched out her hand to block it, but she did not feel the torrent of destruction hit her. She quickly put down her arm and blurted out when she saw the figure clearly.
"Manager Yan!?"
That burly and tall man who was being held by his master like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered... was Yan Wenchang!
Yan Wenchang used all his strength to resist, but Lu Ze's palms were as motionless as cast iron, and the air around him was like tens of thousands of tons of sea water, penetrating all around and squeezing all the space he could move.
He struggled in horror and looked at Lu Ze.
If there was a regret medicine, he would stay far away from the beginning, or even turn around and flee the ancient land directly.
"The Indestructible King of the Great Village"
What kind of strength is this!
What's going on with the huge barrier that covers a thousand meters?
How could there be such a defiant person in Wuyuan Continent?
He was in the 11th Star Realm, but in his hands he was no different from a shaved chicken waiting to be slaughtered!
How could he join his own expedition team!?
…
Yan Wenchang opened his mouth desperately to breathe, and the waves of terrifying momentum almost suffocated him.
No, it’s not an illusion!
He opened his mouth but couldn't feel any oxygen entering.
…
Lu Ze raised one hand sideways, his eyes fell along the direction of the arm on the flushed face, and he said indifferently:
"I'll give you two ways."
"Stay here to protect my disciple's safety for a moment, and I will spare your life."
"Watch me crush your head."
The overbearing tone leaves no room for negotiation.
Yan Wenchang's face turned as red as Guan Gong, but at this moment he was mostly ashamed and angry.
The dignified master of the eleventh star realm was held in his hand like someone was carrying garbage, and his head was about to be crushed in the next second, and he didn't even have time to think.
He struggled violently, and his voice was squeezed out of his throat like a leaking bellows.
"I...choose...one!"
I just finished saying that word.
Puff puff--
A series of dense sounds of sword energy entering the body sounded.
Yan Wenchang's whole body was dyed red, and his body jerked violently due to severe pain, and then he continued to twitch.
Plop.
Lu Ze casually threw Yan Wenchang away, and a cold word brought him back to reality.
The manager of the Yan family, who was arrogant and taciturn just a day ago, was now trembling all over and looking at Lu Ze like a dog in water.
"I have planted Qi Sword Thirteen in your body. You will be fine for half a day. If I don't take it back after half a day, the sword Qi will burst out and you will die without a complete body."
Lu Ze looked at the girl again.
"Stay here and don't move. I'll go back as a teacher."
After saying this, he turned around with his hands behind his back and stepped into the burial ground.
He actually didn't care about Yan Wenchang at all.
But Yan Wenchang's inner thoughts were churning. He was with Zhang Xinghuo. From this perspective, the initiative was in his own hands, which was enough to prove that what Lu Ze said was true.
But what exactly is the other party going to do...
When Yan Wenchang saw Lu Ze stepping into the burial ground with one foot, his heart skipped a beat. The nervousness even outweighed the pain that had just penetrated his bone marrow.
There is no living person in the bone burial ground, and all the bones that enter this place are white.
As soon as you enter, your whole body will be filled with violent star source power, and your body will eventually explode and die.
The stronger the person, the more miserable his death will be.
His mood now was extremely complicated. He not only hoped that Lu Ze would die inside, but also prayed with all his strength that Lu Ze could come back alive.
His face looked gloomy for a moment, but an anxious shout from beside him woke him up.
"Master!"
"What are you going to do?"
Zhang Xinghuo didn't expect Lu Ze's arrangement. What dangers were ahead? Why didn't he let himself follow...
What happened suddenly was far beyond her comprehension.
Lu Ze kept walking.
A simple eight words floated in front of me.
Before Zhang Xinghuo could react, Yan Wenchang, who was sitting on the ground, jumped up in shock. He felt like he was hallucinating at this moment, his brain was buzzing, and those eight words kept echoing in his mind.
Especially the last word among those eight words——
"Suppress this area and see that tower."
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