Luo Bai's little head was hidden in his small mind. When these things passed through his mind, the scenery he had seen was really different.
Luo Baida can put the matter of Long March first, but how should I put the Huo family tomb on the cliff?
The last person of the Huo family, Huo Yan, was also in the Longyuan at this moment, and the traces of existence walked from Longyuan to the miasma lake in the north.
In this way, Huo Yan really took some things to heart.
The Huo Family Tomb exists here. On this steep cliff, does Huo Yan really know about this?
Do you know?
Not necessarily, isn't it?
Many times, many things can truly affect this world, right?
"You woke me up?"
When Luo Bai's thoughts were still in the Huo family's tomb, a medium-tongued voice suddenly came from behind him. He was very confident and didn't sound particularly sharp.
Luo Bai was shocked by the sound, and then he grabbed the edge of the coffin with his hand, turned around, and saw the man in an official uniform emerging on the corpse.
The middle-aged man was wearing a red official uniform and an official hat. He was holding something in his hand, looking like something like a tiger talisman?
Luo Bai didn't see clearly what was going on.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that the voice just now is the phantom of this middle-aged man.
What did the middle-aged man want to do if he said that?
"It's me."
Luo Bai looked at the middle-aged man and nodded. There was no one else here, and denying it didn't seem to make much sense.
"you……"
The middle-aged man glanced at the thing in his hand and looked at Luo Bai, thinking that how could Luo Bai's strength appear here?
Isn’t this a point that a little child can reach?
Although the middle-aged man had doubts in his heart, he still didn't say it out loud. He just looked at Luo Bai quietly, trying to see clearly what kind of person he was.
Luo Bai was not worried at all when he was watched by the man.
I don’t know what the middle-aged man saw, but suddenly his pupils shrank slightly and he suddenly lowered his head.
"The corporal has no intention of offending Mr. Luo, please forgive me!"
The man's voice was a little tense, and he almost didn't even say this clearly.
I don’t know what kind of stimulation he has experienced, but he has become like this.
Luo Bai looked at the man who suddenly lowered his head, and the phantom was floating, blinking his eyes, saying nothing, standing here all the time, his hand landed on the edge of the coffin, and began to knock it one after another, but he didn't know
What are you thinking about.
The middle-aged man hadn't heard Luo Bai's figure for a long time. The phantom flashed and he just knelt down. It was just like kneeling in this situation, which seemed a little embarrassed.
Luo Bai was silent in his thoughts and did not notice the middle-aged man at all. When he raised his head again, he realized that the scene in front of him had become like this.
Luo Bai raised his hand and looked at the red official uniform dragging it in the air like this. He just pulled it and let the phantom stand up. What did he want to do if he made it like a piece of red?
"Are you the coach of Xuanlong?"
Luo Bai looked at the middle-aged man and did not talk about the topic he had mentioned before, but asked about Long March and Commander Xuanlong.
If Luo Bai said something, he felt that these things were much more important than those of Mr. Luo.
"If you are not talented, you have to come to this point. It makes Young Master Luo laugh."
The middle-aged man, the coach Xuanlong, listened to Luo Bai's words and bowed his hand. The red sleeves collided together like this, and then his voice was revealed, which was particularly modest.
Commander Xuanlong said this, very modest.
The marching of the Six Thousand Dragons was in the past, and each of these huge legions had the blood of the dragon clan. This was really not something that a simple person could suppress at will.
This is a situation in itself.
The coach Xuanlong was really extremely modest when he said such words.
"So that's the case? It's pretty good. None of the talent and hard work have been lost."
Luo Bai listened to the words of the coach Xuanlong, raised his lips and smiled, thinking that this answer was actually very good.
The coach Xuanlong didn't say anything. When he successfully reached this point, it was definitely not just because of luck. He could be more modest in front of Luo Bai.
However, there is no need to deny the traces of your hard work, as this is a wrong thing in itself.
The traces of your hard work should not be denied because of who the other party is. The only one who can deny yourself is.
When coach Xuanlong heard this, he just straightened his back and felt that he should do this.
"Does Long March still exist?"
Seeing the appearance of the coach Xuanlong, Luo Bai wanted to laugh even more. Did people in the past look like this?
Now, this is not the more important thing. Luo Bai put away his thoughts and looked at the coach Xuanlong.
If there is no mistake in perception, those shallow and weak breathing sounds are actually emitted by those white bones.
However, this situation should not have occurred after the appearance of the Xuanlong coach, as if it was because he walked into this place and then this scene happened.
Before, Luo Bai didn't care much about this matter at all, but when he really got here, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and the interlaced breath was also very obvious.
So, sometimes, it’s not really what you want to do, but what you do unconsciously.
"Young Master Luo, your breath awakens them. Well, this dragon marching is to be in charge of Mr. Luo."
Commander Xuanlong also noticed this incident, and it seemed that there was no point in continuing to hold the tiger talisman in his hand.
It has reached this point, so it is better to just give the tiger talisman that controls the dragon march to Luo Bai.
The coach Xuanlong thought about this matter in his mind, and he had already planned to do this.
As the voice of the coach Xuanlong fell, he handed over the tiger talisman in his hand.
Luo Bai looked at the tiger talisman in the hands of the commander Xuanlong, and then turned his head to look at the six thousand white bone dragons behind him. Do he need these things?
But no matter whether it is needed or not, this dragon march belongs to his legion.
Luo Bai looked at the white bone army quietly, and then turned around and landed on the tiger talisman with one hand.
As soon as his hand fell on the tiger talisman, the tiger talisman emitted a golden light, which looked like a golden yellow, a very brilliant color.
As the color gradually faded, there were more sounds in Luo Bai's mind that he hadn't heard for a long time.
[Information: Because of contact with the Dragon Marching Tiger Talisman, the Dragon Marching is being bound.]
[Information: The host's personal panel has changed and is currently being replaced.]
【Notice: The host personal panel has been replaced, as follows
Host: Luo Bai
Race: Demon Clan
Identity: Ordinary human Luobai
Bone age: Twenty-eight
Understanding:???
soul:???
Talents: Daoxun (banned), Belly (banned), Huayun (unlocked) (current status 1%), Elf Word (unlocked)
Weapons: Sword of the Sky, Moon Wing Flute, Red Fish Bone Sword, Ruoshui Jade Slip
Ten Books: "The Book of Seven Evils" (seal), "Record of Alchemy" (complete), "Record of Immortal Alchemy" (complete)
Martial Arts: [Slaying the Sky Style] (complete), [Green Lotus in the Prosperous Times], [Qianling Yue], [Remembering the Elephant], [One Sword Thirteen] (complete)
Backpack: Two sheets of sky seal paper, twelve demon puppets, and two fragments of mist forest
Memory fragment: Current completeness 0%
Special buildings: Thousand Stars Stone Forest, Gate of the Demon Realm, Cloud River Secret Realm, Tomb of All Spirits
Special Soul Pet: Lifeline White Cat
Special Legion: Dragon Marine (Four Thousand) (Osteogenesis)
Soul Pet Space: Two hundred and forty-seven digits have been unlocked, among which the great demon Bifang, the divine beast Zhuque, the Taoling Taoyin, and the White Bone Realm Demon have been unlocked
However, the system sound only appeared for a while. After distributing the brand new personal panel to Luo Bai, there was no sound.
Luo Bai looked at the familiar panel, and the sound that had just receded seemed to be echoing in his mind.
After a little reminiscing, Luo Bai was watching the one he added, the special legion - Long March.
Just touching the tiger talisman, is this dragon march already his thing?
Luo Bai looked at the Xuanlong coach opposite and licked his lips. The scene was a little awkward.
"It seems that I have become my legion. Don't you feel anything about it?"
Luo Bai didn't know how to say this.
"Mr. Luo, when I fell, I just used my last effort to transform them into undead spirits. The chances of success are only eight percent. Fortunately, I succeeded."
"However, Mr. Luo, there is one thing that I want to explain to you clearly. During the transformation process, some dragon march cannot withstand the pain caused by this transformation, and then disappear. Therefore, the current dragon march should be
There is no 6,000 number, so it may take Mr. Luo to click it later."
After saying these two passages, the figure of the coach Xuanlong was already a little weak.
"You're going to disappear?"
Luo Bai naturally discovered this, just looking at the commander Xuanlong, and did not hold the tiger talisman in his hand tightly.
"The final meeting of Mr. Luo is the fate of the corporal. I exist here, just for the final destination of Long March. With Mr. Luo here, I really don't have to worry about anything."
Coach Xuanlong looked at Luo Bai who was a little worried and suddenly laughed. This was a good thing for him now.
"May Young Master Luo be prosperous in immortality!"
In the end, the coach Xuanlong bowed to Luo Baiyi, and the red official uniform fell in front of him, but his figure slowly faded.
This is how the commander Xuanlong disappeared, leaving Luo Bai standing next to the coffin, holding the tiger talisman in his hand, quietly leaving only the shallow breathing sounds in his ears, the breathing sounds of the white bone dragons marching.
Luo Bai grabbed the tiger talisman with one hand and when he squeezed it tightly, the tiger talisman was placed in the space.
Luo Bai looked at the coffin, and there was only a handful of white ash and a small handful of pieces of clothes left in the coffin.
This is the final life of the coach Xuanlong.
There is no best ending in this final life.
Finally, Luo Bai walked to the other end of the coffin and covered the cover. He existed in Longyuan, so he always existed in Longyuan.
There are two thousand dragons accompanying him here, which should be a very happy thing for him.
After pushing back to the lid of the coffin, Luo Bai turned around and looked at the bone behind him.
Now, the so-called White Bone Dragon Martial is to become his own legion. If he faces any siege in the future, Long March will be able to help him a lot.
Moreover, these dragon marches are not easy to mess with, and their final attack power must be extraordinary.
But what kind of ending should the Huo family tomb on the cliff be?
Luo Bai looked at Long March and thought about the Huo family's tomb. He was a little confused for a while. How should he deal with this?