Bai Jingyi gently stroked the scabbard, as if it was a blood resonance.

It was trembling, as if it was the joy of returning to its hometown.

"What kind of person is this Jiang Huang? This scabbard is so wise."

The scabbard made a clanging sound, then escaped from Bai Jing's hand and flew into the distance.

"Go and keep up with it."

Wang Chang'an and the other six chased after him, and the light of the scabbard became brighter and louder, and the trembling sound became louder and louder.

The scabbard flew into an abandoned palace, which was extremely broken.

In the palace, the light of the scabbard surged, and pieces of waste rock flew up from the ground and formed an arched stone door.

The scabbard flew into it and disappeared.

"There is another world, let's go."

Bai Jingyi said, and the six people stepped into the stone gate. All the stones blew and fell to the ground with a blast.

After entering the stone gate, this is a dark room with no doors or windows, but it is magnificent.

In the middle is a holy painting, which is two feet high. Its material is woven by ancient silk and it is neither rotten nor rotten.

There was only one woman in the painting, wearing a sword and a crown on her head, staring at the bottom.

His eyes seem to look through the future and look at the past and present.

There are six people in six aspects, but six people have the feeling of being looked down upon.

Wang Changan looked at him, feeling vaguely panicked and offended the Holy Power.

At the top of the painting, there are also two ancient quinoa texts. When you look carefully, the two characters turn into glorious sun and moon, shining on the ancient land.

It is clearly a word, but it allows people to see the power of the sun and the moon.

There is a trace of true charm left on it, with the great spirit of the imperial way.

"What are these two words?" Yin Wudi asked.

"This is the ancient quinoa text in southern Xinjiang. These two words are Jiuli." Bai Jingyi said. At this moment, she felt endless sadness.

I don’t know where it arises, I don’t know why!

Her heart seemed to be missing, and she felt unspeakable discomfort in her heart.

The woman in the painting is obviously powerful and powerful, but her expression is mostly invincible.

But she was really uncomfortable, she was crying, and she couldn't help but she couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Changan asked, and found something was wrong with Bai Jingyi.

Looking at a painting, I actually burst into tears.

"I don't know, I just feel so uncomfortable that I can't help crying."

Bai Jing looked at the painting, and for some reason, she stepped forward step by step and reached out to touch the holy painting.

As soon as she touched the holy painting, another vision appeared in her eyes.

The world is broken, dark and chaotic, at the end of the world, there are hundreds of millions of corpses, and blood falls like rain.

Some people roared, some people were resentful, and the vast sea of ​​stars was shattered.

There was a figure surging endless divine power, supporting the world, shattering the sea of ​​stars and running through the darkness with one blow.

He broke into the darkness alone and killed the powerful giant.

She is powerful, so powerful that it scares the enemy, but there are too many enemies, and she is the only one who supports this world alone.

The bloody battle reached the end of her life, she died, was pierced through her head, cut off her true body and killed her soul.

In this way, he was buried lonely in the boundless darkness.

Countless tribesmen called her real name and were sad for her.

Jiuli, the last generation of the holy emperor of the ancient country in southern Xinjiang, until her death, she kept talking about the people who were living in her hometown.

She couldn't come back, and the world felt moved and wept for her. Her figure showed her to the heavens, and countless people knelt down and cried bitterly.

The holy painting was so peaceful in Bai Jing's eyes, and a holy light surged out, and the woman in the painting suddenly moved.

A figure walked out of the painting, and the nine divine tails behind him were displayed, which suddenly scared Wang Chang'an and others.

"Old Bai."

Wang Changan and Yin Wudi shouted in unison. Bai Jing looked up and saw the woman, and his eyes met.

He is graceful and noble, beautiful and gorgeous, but also has the emperor-like temperament.

Bai Jing stared at her blankly. The woman made her feel born with affection. The nine gods were the proof of her identity.

The woman stretched out her hand and stroked Bai Jingyi's head, calm and peaceful.

Wang Changan glanced at the others and signaled not to act rashly.

The woman in this painting does not seem to be malicious.

Bai Jingyi couldn't help but flow down her tears and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you my ancestor?"

"You are my bloodline, child." The woman spoke, or the Saint of Jiuli.

Bai Jing wanted to touch the woman, but she felt the air.

The woman was very calm, and this was a conversation between the characters from two eras.

She has long disappeared from ancient history.

"I'm leaving, kid."

The woman spoke, Bai Jingyi looked at her with tears in her eyes, and the woman's figure was quickly dissipating.

It's just a memory.

"Don't dissipate, you."

Bai Jing thought about speaking, and the other party shook his head, how could he last forever!

A jade pointed at Bai Jingyi's head and turned into a ray of golden light.

The woman disappeared, and it was a blessing that a true meaning could be preserved today. I guess she should be in peace when she saw future generations come to her.

Bai Jing burst into tears and couldn't help but roar.

"Why, why, my ancestors clearly fought for heaven and earth and died for justice, why did the ancient country be destroyed and our clan survive in Dacang."

"Why, the world is so unfair."

Bai Jingyi still didn’t understand that the ancient southern countries were their ancestral lineage.

Jiang Jiuli, the last generation of saint king of the ancient country in southern Xinjiang, is also the most powerful saint king.

Burial was destroyed in the wilderness of the world, but someone destroyed her ancient country and wanted to destroy her bloodline.

Bai Jing vented her dissatisfaction, and Wang Changan and others watched quietly.

This matter is too far-reaching and I don't know how to persuade me.

"Then you will become stronger and we will help you restore your country." Wang Chang'an said.

This is a promise and a respect.

If Bai Jing needs it, Xing Gu tribe will do her best to help her restore the country.

"Yes, Lao Bai, if you need it, we will definitely help you." Yin Wudi said solemnly.

It took a long time for Bai Jingyi's emotions to calm down.

She recited the secret text that the woman sent to her. The whole dark room glowed. The ancient sage paintings burned, and the fire surging, and a holy knife flew out in a clang.

Insert in front of Bai Jingyi.

"Jiang Huangdao?"

Wang Dazhuang said that this knife really appeared.

Jiang Huang's sword is made of holy gold in its entire body. The sword is engraved with the social and cultural heritage of the ancient southern country, Feng Shui and folk customs, ancient totems, and clan emblems and seals.

The most special thing is that the knife knot has a nine-star map, which is engraved on it like the size of a bead. The nine stars contain nine holy path runes.

A bloom is a great way, representing the imprint of the great way of the nine generations of saints.

Jiang Huangdao is not the hard work of a generation, but the pinnacle of the Nine Generations of Saint Kings.

When their cultivation level is great, they will leave their unique mark of the Great Dao on the knife.

"These nine stars are so beautifully engraved, like real stars."

Yin Wudi touched it for a moment. The knife was indeed very terrifying, and it was so powerful that it made people feel dangerous.

"It's the real star." Bai Jingyi said affirmatively, "Every generation of holy kings took action, refined the stars with their own hands, and integrated them into the holy sword."

"Really Xingchen?" Wang Xiaojue said, his cultivation is really powerful.

Think about how powerful it is to slash out with one sword, like waving nine stars.

"The deceased has passed away, Jingyi, we still have strong enemies." Wang Changan comforted.

Bai Jing held Jiang Huangdao one by one, and the blood scab on his hand suddenly dissolved and was absorbed by Jiang Huangdao. The shadow of the nine generations of the Saint King appeared in Jiang Huangdao.

As they watched one by one, the void seemed to be about to collapse.
Chapter completed!