With the time that Yin Dong had fought for, the soldiers who followed immediately rushed out of the city one after another. Then, everyone heard a loud bang and turned to see. When the city gate was closed, thick black fog surged out from under the base of the city wall.

In a blink of an eye, the magnificent ancient city of Bianhuang was hidden in the black fog.

"Go away!"

When everyone was slightly lost, Yin Dong shouted and his body quickly rushed forward. He led everyone to a place where he was separated from the ancestor and others.

"They are..."

Colonel Zhong looked at the soldiers in surprise and frowned tightly, and bursts of pain in his mind like needles, which made him dare not think deeply, but there was another feeling that the answer was about to come out.

"You are all Chinese soldiers, and these are your comrades-in-arms. Not long ago, the black fog in the locust trees here was swept away. I chased you and saved you. When you wake up, you will lose your memory."

Yin Dong briefly said this, not only to answer Colonel Zhong’s question, but also to give an explanation to everyone present.

The wind blowing from the locust trees was cold and cold, Colonel Zhong shivered, his face turned pale than before, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "In other words, we haven't been able to lose our memory for long?"

This was really a very strange feeling. If it weren't for the instinctive feeling that Yin Dong could trust, Colonel Zhong would have wanted to scold him, "It's really ridiculous."

Colonel Zhong couldn't help asking: "I feel like I've been in that... there for a long time. Are you sure I've been to this locust forest not long ago and have not lost my memory?"

The soldiers who had lost their memory like him also nodded, which meant the same as Colonel Zhong.

“We can all be sure.”

Without Yin Dong's answer, several warriors who had no amnesia said in unison, and then the ancestor Jiang, who knew the situation of the small world of the Holy Mountain, said: "You are swept away by the unknown black fog of the border deserter, and you are swept into the ancient city of the border deserter, entering the evil-suppressing tower, and you are still able to come back alive, which is so lucky!"

Old Ancestor Tu asked curiously: "Old Jiang, you know a lot! What is the origin of the ancient city of Bianhuang and the evil-suppressing tower? Let's talk about it."

"I don't know much, I just saw a Qi story about Bianhuang Ancient City and the Evil-Suppressing Tower. It is said that the Evil-Suppressing Tower suppresses a space channel, and that space channel is connected to the Netherworld. Also, Bianhuang Ancient City is actually a floating city that can drift."

When Old Master Jiang said this, he couldn't help but say, "Actually, when I saw this record before, I thought it was nonsense. After all, a floating city can still drift, which sounds unreliable. What's more, there is an evil-suppressing tower in the city with a town and a space channel. Could it be that ancient city can still run with a space channel?"

Zu Tu deeply agreed: "It sounds really unreliable."

Yin Dong said: "It sounds unreliable, but it is very likely that it is true. However, let's not worry about it for now. Let's take the water route and arrive at the Holy Mountain as soon as possible."

"You guy thinks we are cumbersome and want to throw us old people into the priest quickly, so just ignore it, right?" Old Ancestor Tu joked half-truely. Although the eyes of Yin Dong were smiling, they also had deep meaning.

The black fog floating deep in the locust forest was swept away

When those group of soldiers were looking back, the scene made Ancestor Tu feel palpitations... The soldiers carrying these Ancestors were not walking in the middle, but at the innermost side. When the black fog hit, he couldn't react at all. He would be the one who lost his memory at this moment!

Thinking about it carefully is terrifying!

Not only was the fear of Tu Laozu, but the other ancestors were also worried.

At the same time, they also felt particularly complicated when Yin Dong, who was able to chase the ancient roads alone, and was able to escape unscathed and successfully rescued everyone, and felt frustrated that the Yangtze River was pushed to the front waves, and the front waves were beaten to death on the beach.

It's so damning!

Even if their strength is not suppressed, it is difficult to enter the ancient city of Bianhuang, let alone save people, and it is difficult to escape. At least, the black-robed man from the Burial Clan who could make his body empty outside the evil tower was determined and unintentional. It is difficult for them to avoid the sneak attack.

The longer you stay with this junior who has just entered the infancy stage, the more your self-confidence will be destroyed.

Even the careless ancestor Tu couldn't help feeling lost.

Yin Dong was happy: "You don't want to go to the Holy Mountain. Let's take a walk along the mountains and rivers."

"no!"

The objector was not the ancestor, but Xiaobao. He looked a little unhappy and said with a pout, "Go away, baby is looking for Moma!"

After saying that, Xiaobao looked at Old Ancestor Tu with disgust. The old Ancestor was pestering his baby's rake, which was annoying!

Old Master Jiang was funny and said to Xiaobao who was nestled in Yin Dong's arms: "Will Xiaobao not look for his mother, please accompany the ancestor?"

Xiaobao's attitude towards Old Master Jiang was much better. He tilted his head and said cutely: "Old Master Jiang, be good, don't make noise. The baby finds Mama and see you."

Old Master Jiang just ate this little trick, and his noble and arrogant personality was so noble that he smiled extremely lovingly. His eyes looked at Xiaobao were even gentler than looking at his grandson.

"Okay, I'll listen to Xiaobao." Old Master Jiang smiled, his eyes moved, and suddenly said, "I didn't expect that there would be remnants of the burial clan in the small world of the Holy Mountain. We should be vigilant in the future, especially Yin Dong. You'd better take Xiaobao into Woxu. If you kill a burial clan person in the ancient city of Bianhuang, you will leave a blood curse breath on your body, and you will be within a certain range and be known by the strong people of the burial clan."

Yin Dong was shocked: "You always know the blood curse of the burial clan. What's going on with that thing? Can it be removed?"

Old Master Jiang looked slightly dark and said calmly: "The blood curse of the Burial clan is a blood inheritance and cannot be removed. After killing the Burial clan, he will be eroded by his blood curse breath, forming a unique rune, also known as the blood talisman, which can be perceived by the same clan within a certain distance."

There was a lot of information revealed in this sentence. It seemed that Old Master Jiang knew a lot of useful things. Yin Dong was excited and didn't care about the blood talisman. Then he asked: "If there is a part of the bloodline of the burial clan, but after practicing the burial clan's martial arts, can I suppress the blood curse and not be perceived by other burial clans?"

"Everyone can kill the remnants of the burial clan!" Old Master Jiang suddenly raised his voice and shouted, his voice and expression were stern, and his eyes were filled with a strong sense of hatred.

“…”

Yin Dong was silent, but he didn't expect that Old Master Jiang's hatred for the burial clan was no less than that of the strange old man in the evil-suppressing tower. Is it an individual phenomenon, or is it the case in the entire cultivation world?
Chapter completed!