And some have empty eyes, completely blank, and are used to this kind of thing.
People flocked over.
The old man was carried away on a simple stretcher.
In the desolate land not far away, there is a dead atmosphere, and the surrounding area is filled with the smell of decay.
At a glance, there are actually more than a hundred earthen bags covered with weeds, which have been accumulated over the past 30,000 years.
In front of each earth bag, there is a simple stone tablet.
"The tomb of Chen Fan in the formation world..."
"The Tomb of Xiao Ling in Guangdong..."
"The Tomb of Fang Jie in the Immortal Realm..."
"..."
It can be seen that everyone here was a great tycoon when they were alive, and they were all ancestor-level figures in this world.
Originally, when they passed away, they could receive the highest courtesy funeral in the world, but now...
today.
A small earth bag was added here.
It was the old man who died just now.
Everyone gathered in front of the earth bag, bowed and saluted, and that was it.
There was not even any melon and fruit scented paper for worship.
Originally, their bodies could be transported back and preserved permanently, so that they could be worshiped by future generations for eternity.
But those who can lie here are powerful people during their lifetimes. The remaining power after their death can also simulate the black mist penetrating through the cracks to a certain extent.
That is to say.
These great powers sat here during their lifetime and dedicated themselves to the Immortal World and the Eight Great Realms.
Even though he is dead, he is still burning his last bit of strength.
As the saying goes, the spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes and tears!
"alright."
Mr. Zhen put away his slightly trembling palms and said, "Continue to guard!"
Everyone left in silence without saying anything.
Because no one knows who will be lying here next.
In their hearts, they are actually numb to this kind of thing.
"True words, you stay." Mr. Zhen pondered slightly and said to a man next to him.
"Elder Zhen, please give me your instructions." The man named Zhenyan asked.
"As you know, three people have left this year, including Mr. Yun." Mr. Zhen said with a tired face: "If we don't think of a way, we won't be able to survive for long."
After hearing the words, Zhenyan lowered his head, his eyes filled with haze.
The smaller their defensive strength, the greater the chance that everyone will be eroded, which is equivalent to a snowballing trend.
Because for every little strength, each person needs to block an extra piece of black fog outside the circle.
"What do you mean by that battle?" Zhenyan asked.
"Go to the master named Skull who destroyed the Immortal Palace of Heaven, explain the pros and cons to him, and invite him at all costs."
Having said this, the old man's eyes narrowed, and he continued: "With the strength he displayed in the Heavenly Immortal Palace, he is a great help to us."
"Yes, I'll go find him right away."
Zhenyan nodded solemnly, not daring to delay, waved his feet, and immediately stepped into the air and left like a stream of light.
After Mantra left.
Mr. Zhen looked up to the sky and sighed, his eyes filled with turbidity.
He cannot see the hope of the immortal world and the eight worlds...
Tianyong City.
Two figures appeared.
It was Huang Zhen and Chen Xian.
"How do you say that?" Huang Zhen asked.
Chen Xian frowned and said: "It is not that easy to completely eliminate the contradiction between the two worlds. As mentioned before, it requires an opportunity."
"Yes!" Huang Zhen sighed and said, "We don't have so much time to waste here now."
"So the plan now is for you to return to the wilderness world, and I to the formation world, and we can each rely on our own methods to take one step at a time." Chen Xian said: "If it doesn't work, just give them a death order. These little bastards are still
Do you dare not to listen?"
"Oh, that's all we have to do."
Huang Zhen nodded, and the two of them were about to leave.
However, at this moment, a group of imposing middle-aged men dressed in fine clothes came towards us.
Judging from their clothes and aura, they are all big shots.
But what is more inconsistent is that at this moment, a group of them are drunk and hugging each other.
"Lao Huang, my formation did not provide good hospitality this time." One of the men said with shame.
"Eh!"
"You are out of line when you say this. We, the two worlds of Huangzhen, are as close as brothers and share the same hardships. If you say this again, I will be angry!" Another man said with a straight face.
Hearing this, the man from before was extremely moved.
He clapped his arms and said: "Old Huang, I have put down my words on behalf of the formation world. Anyway, if anything happens to your Huang world in the future, just say it. In short, the affairs of your Huang world are the affairs of my formation world!"
"Same!"
Another man also clapped his arms and said: "The matters of your formation world are also the matters of my wilderness world."