When he saw that eye, He Chong felt a tremor from his soul.
It's bigger than the moon, and the eyes covering the entire sky give people a strong sense of oppression.
In this era, there was no such thing as macrophobia, but what He Chong felt was indeed a suffocating impact.
He couldn't move away, closed his eyes, and could only watch the huge and narrow eyes staring at him, and even his soul was about to be pulled and crushed.
He Chong felt that he was about to surrender. The majestic, indifferent, and cold gaze made him unable to help but surrender.
"Did Xuanjun in the past experience such a scene?"
"How do they stay standing here, facing each other for all these years and not go crazy?"
"What kind of evil god is this?"
"Am I going to die here?"
Countless thoughts made his head swollen and unbearable.
But just when his legs were weak and his knees were about to bend, a hand supported him.
The hand was as skinny as a piece of wood, but its strength was not slack at all.
That hand supported He Chong, allowing him to stand up.
He Chong turned around and found that it was the blind man Zhang...
This blind old man now has more power than anyone else.
That is the power that you still choose to believe in after going through many vicissitudes of life.
Blind Zhang has lived for so many years, and he has seen the emperor's fatuousness, the foreigners' ships and their powerful guns, the bloodshed and sacrifice of patriots, the warlords' chaotic and separatist rule, and the war-torn land riddled with holes.
But Zhang, the blind man, still believes that this land is worth saving, even if he gives up his life.
Although he has lost his eyes, the blind man Zhang is still staring at this place.
He Chong has no literary talent. If Lu Jian were here, he might be able to describe it this way.
There is only one kind of heroism in this world, and that is to still love life after seeing the truth of life clearly.
The blind man Zhang witnessed the decline of this land, its ruin, struggle, pain, bloodshed and sacrifice, and the darkest time before dawn. Because of this, he believed that dawn would eventually come and the sun would rise as usual.
If you can't see the dawn in the darkness, become the dawn yourself.
He Chong saw that in addition to the blind Zhang, there were also Shi Buwen, Tang Que, Du Ming, and hundreds of other seniors of the ninth rank.
There was also the original Xuanjun, who stood in front of He Chong.
Although he had no words, He Chong knew clearly that he was the one who had stayed here the longest.
The torture I have endured in these few minutes has been endured by that man standing here for thousands of years.
Everyone's will is to help the original Xuanjun fight against the evil god.
He Chong saw that between everyone's wills, a chain appeared, binding the huge eyeball.
Although still cold and cruel, the eyeballs no longer have the oppressive power of the past.
The light continued to shine, and the eyeball gradually rose, and He Chong seemed to see a majestic figure.
The figure was bound by countless chains and was as quiet as a living statue.
He knew very well that this statue would become their nightmare for the rest of their lives until they died.
He Chong came to his senses.
He found himself standing in the cave.
His hand was still on top of the remains, but the remains were nowhere to be found.
There was only me and others, standing in the empty cave, feeling lost.
The earthquake seems to have subsided.
"The Corpse of Xuanjun"
A certain premonition arose in Du Ming's heart, and he instinctively felt that there would be no problems with the seal on this mountain in a short time.
This feeling is like being targeted by hunters, but now, this place has been ignored.
Maybe it's protective color, maybe it's something else. In short, a safety statement has been issued here. At least under the current scale, they no longer have to worry about things under Jiangcheng Mountain.
The mission of one line of people is now coming to an end.
Several people looked at each other, feeling unreal.
They walked out of the cave and saw the scenery outside, a vast river and mountains.
The breeze blows, and the coolness is refreshing.
"I wonder how Lu Tan is doing?"
He Chong thought.
At this time, he heard a call.
Looking down, he discovered that it turned out to be Master Qi.
Although Master Qi did not attend Xuanjun's ceremony, he did not go down the mountain, but drove the car over.
"I thought about it, if you all go over, then leaving me alone is not an option. At least I have to carry your bodies back. I drove over. What's wrong with you? Get in the car quickly.
What are you doing in a daze? The earthquake is gone now, let’s go quickly!”
Qi Ye was panting, as if running would kill him.
But no one immediately responded to his words. Master Qi looked at the few people walking down, confused.
Maybe I missed something?
Qi Ye felt in a trance
Lu Tan felt something licking his face.
When he came to his senses, he discovered that it was a Corgi.
Just when Corgi tried to put his butt on Lu Tiao's face, he made a sound.
"stop."
Lu Tan felt that it was difficult to move his limbs, and then he noticed that his body was a mess of flesh and blood, and was taking root and sprouting in the sun.
If he guessed correctly, this was the first drop he left outside.
As for myself in the temple, I guess it is already delicious.
Lu Tan didn't know how long it would take for him to grow into a sapling, he could only wait.
A few days later, Lu Jian finally stood up again.
He patted the soil on his body, looked at the lush trees and the restored cool forest, and clearly felt that this place was no longer watched by the great being.
In other words, the dark-skinned man no longer pays attention to this place.
Lu Tiao didn't know who he was, but he knew that this man's purpose should be to release the sealed old ruler of Jiangcheng Mountain. However, since he could easily come to the temple, why didn't he release it himself?
He fully has that ability.
But he didn't do this, and he didn't even kill Lu Jian directly. Moreover, after that, he abandoned this place.
According to normal thinking, there is no need for the Old Ones to go to so much trouble and they can just do it directly.
Moreover, according to Lu Jian's sense of status at that time, the dark-skinned man was obviously much taller than the Fang Geng he had seen before, as well as the old ruler who was bound by the black hole in the wasteland.
Logically speaking, such a being should have endured extremely high levels of pollution and gone completely crazy, turning it into a human form.
But the man clearly looked very sensible.
Why?
Lu Tian felt that he, a normal person with rigorous thinking and strict logic, could not understand the thoughts of those festival rulers.
He stood up and saw that the fallen leaves on the ground were sparse, forming the cold and indifferent text of the system.
【Become Xuanjun:1/1】
[Investigating the secrets of Jiangcheng Mountain: 1/1]