When we embarked on the road to the sky, we could only fight along the way, and many heroes withered like dead leaves, fell into a pool of blood, buried their bones in a foreign land!
A gust of wind blew, and the withered leaves fell, making people feel the bleakness of autumn, which is a kind of sad scene.
In this ancient city full of autumn, the trialists are resting silently, for the next battle and to be able to survive.
In the evening, the setting sun climbed up to the sky like blood, and the outlined horizon seemed to be covered with corpses and blood stained the sky. Seeing this scene, people stopped silently, looked up, and felt an inexplicable desolation in their hearts.
"Why!"
Some monks would come to their senses, their eyes became a little dim, and sighed, dragging heavy steps to walk in the slightly cold autumn wind. The trees on both sides of the street had already withered yellow, and the leaves were flying, with a sense of dusk and desolation.
Lin Qingfan went out and witnessed all this, but his eyes were bright and his mind was as strong as iron. Every step he took was firm and powerful. His confidence was unshakable and he walked on the mottled ancient road.
"What happened? Why did I feel an inexplicable desolation? I'm so sad!" Lan Youyue, who was originally hilarious and followed Lin Qingfan, was infected by a heavy breath as soon as she entered the street. She raised her head and tears flashed in her eyes!
Lin Qingfan raised his hand and rubbed Lan Youyue's little head with a smile. He did not speak, but took the initiative to take her little hand for the first time and walked forward![
He knew very well that after the baptism of the bloody battlefield, some monks were very tired. Although they survived the sea of corpses and blood, they had lost the desire to win.
Lan Youyue did not resist or struggle, and let Lin Qingfan's big hand hold him. Suddenly, she felt an inexplicable sense of security in her heart, as if the desolate feeling also disappeared with Lin Qingfan's big hand.
The two of them sneaked silently and came to a magnificent wine crow. After hesitating for a while, Lin Qingfan finally walked in.
Lan Youyue had no objection. She followed Lin Qingfan, her little face was slightly red. As soon as she entered Jiujue, she seemed to have encountered something new, widened her beautiful eyes and looked everywhere.
As soon as the two of them climbed up the stairs, they heard some lonely words.
"I decided to quit, return to my hometown without looking back, and never have any delusions."
The person who said this is a monk, with great strength. His mid-stage cultivation level in the Golden Pill has become more vicissitudes from being heroic in just a few months. His eyes are no longer sharp and a little dim, and he drinks a glass of wine in grief.
"Really...have you quit voluntarily?" someone next to you asked, with the same bitterness, obviously there was the same feeling in your heart.
"It's no point to stay. People from the same place as me are dead, only me is left. There is no hope, even my brother is dead..." The ascetic shook his head, and drops of crystal tears fell on his face, explaining Bi's desolation!
Many people were silent, and a sourness surged into their hearts. This was their unwillingness and sadness. They were once a hero in a country, but after embarking on this road, they no longer had the halo of the past.
Once upon a time, they each stood at the top of a realm and succeeded at a young age. However, the conceited people tasted the consequences here and became stepping stones in the eyes of another group of strong people.
A decadent young man, when he was drunk, suddenly hugged his head and cried bitterly, his emotions were out of control and he couldn't suppress himself. He had tears of unwillingness on his face and said, "What are the pride and glory of the past? What are we?"
The crying of this young man touched the hearts of everyone present, and it was a battlefield for a few people. It was too cruel for others. They were just a group of pathetic passers-by and dead.
Many people are silent, recalling the past years, and have been arrogant, roaring in the world, and swallowing thousands of miles of aura, but on this road, many people have tasted the bitterness.
"The person I like died in front of me. She was so sad, but I tried to save her. I could only tremble and picked her up from the pool of blood. I watched her eyes dim and her body was cold, losing the last glimmer." Another whispered, full of pain, drank the last glass of wine, and stood up resolutely: "There are only injuries and pains here. I never want to remember them again, so I will leave tonight."[
More than a dozen people stood up in the wine palace and staggered downstairs to find the general in this city. He wanted to set out on his way back and never look back.
On this night, figures, with unwillingness and pain, and with a sense of depression, silently passed through the teleportation array, left the Tongtian Road and the place they once dreamed of.
When the autumn wind blows, a woman is singing softly.
The singing sounds like crying, swallowing quietly, and falling into the ancient city with the autumn wind and falling leaves.
There are a lot of bones on the road to heaven, which is the destination of most people. It is a cruel reality, and being confused and unwilling to accept it has no effect.
As soon as he reached the second level of heaven, he could no longer see hope, because some monks clearly realized that dozens of people in this group alone surpassed them, so why are they talking about fighting for power?
Some of the remaining people chose to stay in this city. They believed in their potential and believed that the realm was just not enough and could grow slowly and eventually become real strong people.
Some people also just want to temper their strength and return to their hometown.
People’s ambitions and ambitions are different.
Some people are lost, some show their sharpness, different personalities and different destinies. On this night, some monks left behind sing swords, singing the world with their swords, and their passionate fighting spirits are thriving for thousands of miles.
Lin Qingfan is very calm, has had two lifetimes of experience, and has been used to life and death. Since he embarked on the path of a cultivator, he has been fighting bloody battles. What is the confusion for him?
Only a heart as strong as iron.
In the early morning, rays of sunshine shine, golden and vibrant, and the reflected horizon is full of glory and full of vitality.
On this brilliant morning, everyone felt a powerful force and became more confident.
This is a kind of tempering of the state of mind, and the remaining strong people will always be strong.
The third level of heaven will be a resolutely different path. Therefore, the second level of heaven will not force the monks to step in, and can stay again for a long time to cultivate their own strength.
Bathed in the morning sun, Lin Qingfan felt a vigorous power, as if the road ahead was bright. The feeling at this moment was very contrasting with the night!
"It's indeed a strange ancient city. I believe this city is to hone the mood of cultivators!" Lin Qingfan smiled slightly and said to himself.
"What are you talking about?" Lan Youyue asked in confusion, holding Lin Qingfan's big hand.
"Let's go and find the general!" Lin Qingfan smiled slightly, and did not answer Lan Youyue's question, but walked forward.
The rising sun was rising, and many people, with questions, noticed a commotion on the street, and then the voices were noisy.
"what happened?"
Everyone was surprised and came to the street and asked passers-by, but found that most of them were young people and rushed in a certain direction.
"What happened that caused this sensation?"
"The God of Killing has left, left the road to the sky, and took a girl on the way back!"
"What?"
The entire ancient city suddenly became thrilled, and one after another was speculating why the God of Killing withdrew at this time. Are you afraid of being targeted by the peerless strong man in the future?
No, the God of Killing will never retreat because of a strong enemy.
Could it be because of that girl?
Everyone speculated, but people knew the real reason.
The God of Killing left, and everyone saw a blurry figure disappearing into the light of the teleportation array. Why did he withdraw? It became an unsolvable mystery!