Chapter 2150 If you want to do it, just do a big one
Hearing the sound, everyone's eyes turned to Mu Fengming who was drinking in the wind.
Mu Fengming said: "You must be unwilling and full of anger. Instead of standing still, it is better to go out and fight. The great wilderness of the upper world, the tens of thousands of sects, the great Chu, and those who bully the little guy will all
Can’t let it go.”
The meaning of these words is very deep and heavy.
For a martial artist, if he has defied the odds and spent his whole life cultivating to the realm of the Martial God, it is like smoke rising from his ancestral grave.
If you want to make achievements in the wilderness, it is no less difficult than climbing to the sky.
But! No matter how difficult the day is, you have to climb it!
No matter how high the mountain is, you still have to climb it!
No matter how strong the enemy is, they still have to test their strength in one battle!
"Sister Feng is right." Mu Jingyun's eyes turned red, showing a rare excitement, "Either I don't do it, or I do it in a big way."
"Nothing is difficult in this world. If you are willing, just give it a try." The old uncle smiled and said, "I never thought that an old man like me, who has run out of fuel and energy, would have a day of excitement."
"Who isn't?" Mrs. Mu smiled similarly.
Fighting spirit, fighting spirit, and unparalleled high spirits emerged in everyone.
Even if you know that there is no way to survive, even if it is a dead end.
They have no regrets.
They are not afraid.
They will always be Ye Chuyue's relatives, and they will be her strongest support and support while wandering in the vast sea of people.
At this moment, no matter whether you are young or old, all you want to do is continue to live, continue to practice, continue to fight, and continue to accompany each other.
It’s not just Lingtian, it’s not just the Imperial Domain. We have to go outside the domain, go to the sect, go to the middle realm, go to the ladder to heaven, go to the highest place in the prehistoric domain, where we can get close to God and the light!
Everyone is pondering and thinking about the future path and the spirit of martial arts that will always accompany them.
…
The dim light surges and the breeze blows.
Under the ground of the Blessing Mountain, the storm is like killing and the light is dazzling.
Swords made of soil swept across the sky carrying yellow sand.
Three thousand earth swords, yellow sand breaks the ground!
Countless horrifying murderous intentions went straight towards Chu Yue and Ye Mohan.
It's like the end is coming.
The two held hands tightly.
Ye Mohan subconsciously protected Chu Yue, but Chu Yue discovered something and whispered: "Pillow, this is my home, nothing will happen to me."
She jumped in front of Ye Mohan and blocked the earth sword Huangsha alone.
Just when the sword and sand were about to tear her apart, they stopped in front of her.
Like a little beast that has not yet awakened, it looks like it has met its family after a long time. It rolled up into a ball and gently touched Chu Yue's forehead, as if it was smelling her soul.
Afterwards, the sword sand retreated dozens of feet and disappeared into the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chu Yue was finally able to see the outline of the Ghost King's tomb.
It's better to say it's a cemetery than a palace hidden underground.
Different from the splendor and brilliance of the royal palace, here there is only silence and solemn darkness, with only a few almost negligible ghost lights.
Chu Yue and Chu Yue looked at each other, then looked at the entrance to the cemetery, and walked over cautiously.
About ten steps away from the entrance, people made of yellow sand and mud appeared on both sides of the entrance, wearing earth-colored armor and holding swords made of mud.
"These are the tombkeepers of the cemetery." Ye Mohan said.
Chu Yue understood it in her heart and raised her eyes to look——
In the Imperial Domain, only warriors above the Martial Emperor realm will have gravekeepers in their graves after their death.
But it is obvious that these tomb guards in front of them are different from normal tomb guards.
They are not human beings.
"My emperor, you are here."
The tombkeeper who spoke gradually regained his vivid colors. He was no longer earth-yellow mud, but a real person.
He looked at Chu Yue with kind eyes, as if he was far away in time and space, smiling at Chu Yue, "General, I have been waiting here for many years."
The tears of the veteran tomb guard were like broken beads, rolling down.
"Click, click, click, click."
When the veteran tomb guard knelt on his knees, as he moved downwards, his bones made a stiff sound like a rusty and aging machine running.
"The last general, Ye Changming, respectfully welcomes our emperor."
"We welcome our emperor."
One by one, the yellow earth tombkeepers knelt down.
As they knelt down, their bodies gradually transformed into human shapes.
These……
Chu Yue took a deep breath, her brain stung, and memories came over her.
The original imperial army was divided into two, and half volunteered to guard the tomb and guard the foot of the Blessing Mountain.
Half of them guarded the mainland for 90,000 years until they were killed by Li Liancheng.
Chu Yue clenched her hands into fists and her eyes were red.
"General Ye, please rise."
She stepped forward and helped Ye Changming up, but what she could reach was only yellow sand and soil, not human warmth.
Ye Changming.
Half of the Imperial Army.
It has long since died underground over time and has become one with the yellow sand and soil.
Only the obsession of guarding the cemetery and expecting her to come supported them to guard the tomb day and night.
It is the war song of faith and the horn of dawn.
Chu Yue was so choked that she couldn't speak.
It's both painful and helpless.
In this war-torn road, a journey of torn to pieces and then reorganized, some people seek money and kill themselves for petty gains, while others guard the tomb for ninety thousand years for their faith.
The imperial army was divided into two.
Half the army died at the foot of the Mount of Prayer.
Half the army died at the foot of the Mount of Prayer.
"call out--"
"call out--"
"call out--"
Ye Changming raised his hand.
In the old hand covered with dense lines, there was a hair tie that Chu Yue was extremely familiar with.
Every tomb guarding soldier raised his hand.
In each hand, there is the same hair tie.
They tied their hairbands on their heads, and the word "叶" in the middle of their foreheads was so eye-catching.
How shocking is it to see hair ribbons flying in front of the tomb and dancing thousands of feet underground?
Like an ancient scroll, it slowly unfolded in front of Chu Yue.
"My emperor is immortal."
"Imperial Army, Immortal."
General Ye said.
"My emperor is immortal, and the imperial army is immortal."
The soldiers raised their weapons high in the posture of guarding the tomb.
General Ye and his soldiers were all smiling at Chu Yue.
When the words fell to the ground, they returned to the shape of soil and yellow sand, and then turned into dust, smoke and yellow sand that filled the sky, shattered and disappeared in front of Chu Yue.
When the mission is completed, they will truly merge with the earth and the abyss.
thereafter.
They are the earth.
They are also abyss.
Chu Yue's slightly cold hands trembled slightly.
The light of fireflies shines in the dust and smoke, guiding the cemetery door to open.
Chu Yue tried her best to contain her emotions and looked over. Inside the cemetery was a scene of spring flowers blooming, the crystal clear lakeside, willows and fallen flowers, and among the withered flowers, there lay a person, a corpse to be precise. More
To be precise...that person is her and not her.
The man exuded a low-level demonic aura, and had only one blood-red pupil. The other eye was covered by flower petals, but Chu Yue could see that it was hollow under the petals and did not consist of an eyeball.
That was her who had her golden pupils poached by Chu Yuncheng and was thrown into the endless hell!