"Seven Arrows."

These four heavy words seemed to make the man named Li and Fairy Hongfu feel heavier than the death of the Taoist priest in the grave.

"If it is really this great magical power that ignores distance and can curse and kill others at will, then even if I have ten heroes in the human race on earth today, there is no way to stop the curse-killing power of the seven nail-headed arrows."

Suddenly, the man surnamed Li in front of the tomb felt that the dark red sky was even darker, making it difficult for oppressive people to breathe.

"Mr. Li, if you say so...are the so-called Seven Arrows really invincible?"

Among the crowd in Huangqiu, there was a tall man with a height of eight feet and a beard. He asked in a deep voice:

"The death of Taoist Chen Sha is indeed sad, but now that the era has turned, the ancestors of our human race on earth will also wake up from the nine heavens. Taoist Chen Sha cannot withstand the seven nail-headed arrows.

Even the ancient sages of our human race couldn’t resist.”

Unexpectedly, what Mr. Li said next made all the people at the scene go dark, as if they had heard the most terrifying and desperate thing.

With a sad smile on his face, Mr. Li turned to look at the bearded man and said:

"Do you know what era it was before the upcoming era of resurrection? It was a race where the human race on earth was almost wiped out by the Demon Race of the Sea of ​​Hell. It was an extremely dark era. In that era, almost all the ancestors of our human race died.

In the midst of the confrontation with the Underworld Demon Clan."

"According to some broken records of the Sixth Era, at the beginning of the Nine Nether Realm, we humans have been enslaved for five eras. It was not until the Sixth Era that heroes began to rise up to resist, such as among the top ten heroes today.

The two great ancient immortals, Kongtong and Emei, only rose to prominence in the Sixth Age."

"That is to say, among the ancient masters who will be resurrected next, there will no longer be a strong one who belongs to our human race, but they will all be masters who belong to the Demonic Clan of the Underworld."

As soon as these words came out.

The entire deserted hill was silent, and everything fell into a deathly silence.

The big man with the beard had beads of sweat as big as beans rolling down his forehead. He didn't want to believe all this and said: "It's impossible. How could our human race not have masters in ancient times..."

Mr. Li said sadly: "All this is because this Jiuyou Realm is not the world of our human race, but a world belonging to the demon race. When the worlds in the universe were dispersed, only a small tribe of our human race fell into it."

This world has been created, and in the original world, there are six 'ancient demons' who are said to be older than true immortals."

"In other words, our ancestors of the human race unintentionally broke into the base camp of the demons during the major events that dispersed the worlds. Then, after going through the miserable history of being enslaved by darkness for five or six epochs, they struggled through

He survived, and it was not until the sixth era until now that he gradually rose up and gave birth to some true immortals belonging to our human race. However, later on, the environment of the world quickly deteriorated, and each era became more and more difficult to cultivate, so...

…”

"In this Nine Nether Realm from ancient times to the present, the highest step our human race has been able to reach is the 'True Immortal' level. It ends here."

Said.

There was gray despair in his eyes, staring at the tombstone on the grave, and said:

"Originally, Daozhang Chen was the most likely person in this era to take that step, break through the True Immortal level, and become an 'ancient being' comparable to the 'Ancient Demon'. Unexpectedly..."

"The magical power of the Seven Arrows of the Nail Head actually appeared in the Underworld Sea."

"Now it seems that the death of Daochang Chen not only means that our human race is completely depleted, but also means that when the ancient demons of the demon race revive in the future, no one will have the potential and hope to compete with them."

The more the man surnamed Li talked, the darker his heart became, feeling that from now on the human race would have no hope.

The wind blows on the barren hills.

The withered grass is declining.

For a time, all kinds of sad and sobbing sounds came from the barren hills, either crying because the human race on the earth lost a pillar, or crying for the upcoming dark fate, or crying for themselves.

And crying is all there.

Susu!

sieve!

sieve!

But no one in the crowd of weeping people noticed carefully that on the tomb where they said the pillar of the human race of the earth was buried, the loess began to rustle for no reason.

sieve!

sieve!

Finally, the man named Li with the highest cultivation level present and the Taoist companion Fairy Hongfu noticed something strange at the same time, and then looked at the tomb, and their expressions suddenly changed:

"What, something is moving under the tomb..."

He was just half a sentence out of his mouth.

boom!

A pale and bloodless palm stretched out from the loess, and then another hand stretched out from it. With both hands stretched out under the tomb, a Taoist wearing a purple robe came out from

Which pulled itself out of the loess.

boom!

The first thought of everyone who witnessed all this was that their minds were buzzing, and they were unable to say a word.

Especially the middle-aged man who was personally responsible for the burial, couldn't help but take a step back, and then, under the gaze of everyone...

The purple-robed Taoist glanced at the crowd first, and then, feeling that something was wrong with him, he lowered his head and looked down.

He opened the purple Taoist robe with his hands, exposing his chest.

I saw seven clear blood holes on the chest, from the heart, spleen, lungs, kidneys and other locations. It was like being injured by an arrow, and the blood in the wound seemed to never dry up.

"Daozhang Chen!"

"Brother Chen!"

Finally, two people in the crowd reacted the fastest and shouted in a horrified voice with a hint of excitement:

"You're not dead?"

"You're alive again!"

Listening to the disbelieving voices of the two people who came forward excitedly: "This, actually..."

The woman named Hong Fu couldn't help but shed tears. Her trembling hands tentatively did not dare to get close, but she actually touched the skin of the Taoist priest in front of her: "Brother Chen? Is it really you...isn't this a dream?"

The purple-robed Taoist buttoned up his Taoist robe and covered the seven arrow holes on his chest. He turned to look at the man and woman in front of him and asked calmly:

"who are you?"

As soon as these words came out, both Mr. Li and Fairy Hongfu were in disbelief.

To be honest, they were still unable to accept the results of what was happening now. It was as if they were jumping off a cliff. First, they learned the tragic news of the death of the pillar of the world from hundreds of millions of miles away, and then came back from the funeral in a hurry.

Knowing the power that caused his death, he couldn't help but despair about the fate of the entire human race.

Unexpectedly, this Taoist priest, who was one of the top ten heroes in the world, actually climbed out of the grave and came back to life.

only……

I don't even know them anymore.

Amnesia?

"who are we?"

Fairy Hongfu was so shocked that she opened her red lips and said continuously:

"Brother Chen, don't you remember me? I am Hongfu, Xue Hongfu, you and I have known each other for seven hundred years."

After saying that, he pulled the man surnamed Li next to him and said:

"And he is Li Jingxu. The three of us are sworn brothers and sisters. How could you not remember us?"

"Xue Hongfu, Li Jingxu."

Chen Sha glanced at the two people, with a flash of thought in his eyes, and said:

"How did I die?"

"Brother, how could you forget us? The three of us embarked on the path of spiritual practice together..." Fairy Hongfu's eyes were full of sadness and confusion.

On the contrary, Li Jingxu was thoughtful and secretly sent a message to the Taoist couple, saying:

"Could it be that the Taoist Master has practiced some kind of mystical skill of life and death? Although he was killed once by the magical power of the seven nail-headed arrows, he relied on a certain mystical skill to come back to life. But this resurrection also comes at a price. Then

Have you just lost all your previous memories?”

Fairy Hongfu looked at the analysis of her Taoist companion's voice transmission, looked at him hesitantly, and said through the voice transmission: "Is there such a miraculous skill in the world that can bring people back to life and die for others?"

"Not necessarily. I heard the Taoist Priest say in the early years that there was a magical power between heaven and earth called the 'Ji Zang', which could die on behalf of others. And with the Taoist Priest's astonishing talent, if he could create a miraculous feat comparable to this,

, may not be impossible.”

Li Jingxu said seriously:

"Otherwise, how can we explain that the Taoist can resurrect after death?"

On one side, he sent a message to the Taoist companion to let him accept this fact first. On the other side, he looked at Chen Sha and said:

"Taoist Priest, you seem to have lost your memory, but you also seem to know that you were killed. Since you have forgotten everything, let me tell you what happened to you. Taoist Priest, you were killed by someone called

Killed by the magical power of the 'Seven Arrows'..."
To be continued...