Chapter 1600 Sending Jun Qianli for thousands of miles, Zaiwu Yingling returns to his hometown

Speaking of the end, the old man's tears were full of cheeks, and he couldn't stop trembling.

His voice, just as hoarse.

One hundred thousands of national souls, hovering in the sixty, summer, autumn and winter in front of the reincarnation, have long become resentment.

They used to be a hero, but they were reduced to lonely souls.

The old family raised the trembling hand, wiped off the tears, and took out the precious lord treasure from the broken clothes.

The chief of the old family said: "Either Shenmai Jiuzhou, Emperor Army Division, whenever the number of soldiers ranked more than 10,000, and when the difficulty factor of the difficulty of coming out of the battle execution, the leaders who were expelled will bring the lord of this party.

Treasure, its name is: Zai Ling Gui. "

Zai Ling returns, and is relatively rare than other rare lord treasures.

This thing was forged by an old soldier who lost countless comrades in the battlefield.

At that time, the wall was broken, and the bloody wind.

The old soldiers looked at their comrades -in -arms, and they fell in front of them one by one.

Either by the enemy, or the difference, it is always blood splashing three feet, which blurred his own reincarnation.

Later, his hometown was far away and snowy, and the country was celebrating the victory of the war, but he could not bring each comrade's body back to his hometown.

As the saying goes, the leaves return to the roots, and the soul returns to the hometown.

If you die in the countryside, you will have a sad way for Huangquan to become the lonely soul that can't find home.

The old soldiers studied Lingbao for thirty years and exhausted their efforts.

Zai Ling returns, Zai Ling returns.

Send Jun Qianli, what is over.

The maple leaves in the coming year, the old soil.

Zaiwu Yingling, return to his hometown.

Only when the spiritual return can we gather the martial arts soul, send it back to the homeland, and let the dying place since childhood.

... ...

The hands of the elderly chief held the belonging to Chu Yue.

Zai Ling Gui is a sickle -like bending moon shape.

The soldiers who are outside, I like to watch the moon that night, as if they can pass the thoughts, pass through the smoke battlefield and send it to Mingyue.

But most of them are light golden light.

The Zai Ling returning in front of Chu Yue has become red.

Like the blood of the soldiers' blood.

In the blood red, it is faintly black again.

That's the manifestation of grievances.

In the past, the heroic soul has become a grievance.

What kind of pain can they persecute them here?

The blood in Chu Yue's limbs seemed to be cold instantly.

She carefully took over Zai Linggui and felt Zai Linggui with her heart, only to hear those creepy hysterical ghost crying sounds.

The shouting and unwillingness of 100,000 heroic souls gathered into a grudge of the sky.

Chu Yue bit his lips tightly, in the sharp shout, thinking of the young man who practiced swords on the top of Fenglin City.

"Sister, under your mask, what do you look like? A Ying's sister must be a fairy."

"elder sister,......"

"Ah, they are so pitiful, how can the city owner of Fenglin City treat his people like that, it's too angry."

"If I am the monarch, when the main territory, within the mountains and rivers, the Heqing Haiyan, the prosperous world, I will not be the same as him."

"Recently, my sister hasn't loved me anymore, is it Wu Zu and the strategy snatched the sister again. Sister, I watch heaven at night, I think he is not a good person. Don't go closer to him in the future.

of."

""

Chu Yue continued to linger in memory and resentment.

The warmth of the past and the resentment of 100,000 heroes stimulated her spirit.

Chi Yingjun is the emperor swordsman who cultivated by her!

It was the young man she saved ...

The heroic soul of 100,000 nations follows Mufu, and the soldiers who loyal to the monarch.

Why!

"Well--"

Chu Yue spit out blood, and the back suddenly opened a wound due to excessive mood.

In the wound, there is a bloody nail, which runs through her bones, and the flesh is soul.

"General!"

The old man was stunned and worriedly picked up Chu Yue.

It happened that from the back of Chu Yue's clothes slightly, I saw a deep -visible bone wound.

There, there is a nail.

That's ...

The old people widened their eyes.

What did Mufu have experienced?

Is she suffering from the pain of nailing bones and nails and souls at all times?

"What nail is this ... General ... Old is waiting for you to see a doctor, it's okay, it must be okay ..." The old family panicked.

Zai Ling's grievances no longer make a shouting sound.

In the nail, it seems that if it has a deterrent force that can shock life.

"Nail ..."

Chu Yue's lips and teeth were all blood, and looked ahead, thought of the voice of the emperor in the Xinghe of the Universe, and suddenly lowered her hair and made a desolate laughter.

"General Wuling ..." The old man was worried.

"Senior, okay."

Chu Yue scarlet said with her eyes tolerated: "These nails are the fate of my choice, what I should bear, doctors can not cure my life."

this......

......These......?

The old man was completely shocked.

He thought, there was only one.

That one was blurred and shocking.

The veterans who have been fighting for hundreds of years have been suffocated for hundreds of years.

It's not just one.

How did the lady in Mufu tolerate and how did it?

The world only knows her young hero, and she has great achievements at a young age.

Knowing the door tiger girl, the descendants of Mufu do not forget the ancestor training.

How do you know that every time she takes a step and every day, she has to suffer these unmanned torture.

"Which beasts are dry? General, you told me that the old man dumped the North Shenwei and went to slaughter him!"

"North Shenwei, still in the world?" Chu Yue asked.

Today's Mufu is only the fire army and the Mu army.

The Dingguo Army and Bei Shenwei who used to be the three army of the Wuren Army had been the battlefield of 60 years ago.

The elderly chief saw Chu Yue's old injuries recur, and did not care about the wounds and pains of the martial arts. Instead, he was happy for the northern Shenwei. He believed even more, the importance of choosing the Lord.

"yes!"

The old family nodded: "After the old age learned that the Red Eagle King met with the dead, he fled overnight and notified Bei Shenwei to do something to die. Then he pretended to dress up.

There is no more high -spirited master, and it will be safe for a while.

"Over the years, the predecessors live in the military aircraft?" Chu Yue asked, but he was particularly determined.

Watching her in the military aircraft building, I was afraid of the elderly chief.

The old man replied: "Exactly, when I was young, I saw the architectural drawings at the military aircraft when I was young.
Chapter completed!