Three hundred and fortieth chapters sleepless soul
I saw that within the range of Fangyan's visibility, a humble small soil bag appeared. In front of the soil bag, a tombstone was erected.
The breath has increased several times several times. It is exuded from these soil bags. It is invisible, but the real existence.
What happened here, how can so many people burial here? How powerful will they exist during their lifetime? I do n’t know how many years after death, can they emit such a strong breath?
The throat was creeping, and the mouth was swallowed hard, and the sweat dripped off. Fang Yan slowly returned to God and wanted to turn around and escape, but he was full of curiosity, his footsteps moved, and he paused for a long time for a long time.
After that, nothing terrible happened, and Fang Yan's heart was slightly settled, and the courage gradually enlarged a little. He looked down at the little beast that also looked at the same frightened.
With the heart, move the footsteps slightly, and walk towards the grave group in front.
Step by step, carefully, and no shocks occurred. Fang Yan successfully walked to the first grave, looking at the extremely shabby small bag, it looked so ordinary, there was nothing uncomfortable.
Fang Yan lowered his head and looked at the immortal of the past thousands of years. He didn't know what wooden tombstone made, and the font that was slightly blurred and vigorous on it came into view.
I just wanted to pass by, but when I saw those complicated fonts, Fang Yan's heart suddenly felt an extremely sad feeling, and a vicissitudes of mourning spread in the heart.
Middle is a subconscious read: "Luo Tian saints; fighting for the life of the Cang, for the soul, the soul is long, the name remains through the ages, and the mainland will be forever!"
The tombstone is covered with dust, showing vicissitudes, and a strong and simple atmosphere, and the fonts above are not like the fonts of this era, which is much more complicated, obviously the fonts of ancient or longer, but probably not much worse.
, I can still see it.
When Fang Yan thought of these words, the sad situation was even stronger, and his face was filled with sorrow unconsciously. Two tears slipped off the corner of the eyes, and his mood was extremely heavy!
"How can this be? Why is there such a strange feeling? Luo Tian Saint, saints!" Fang Yan whispered, the word of the saints was a name for the saints before the ancient times!
"Fighting for the sake of life, and dying for the life, how kind of spirit and greatness!" Fang Yan rippled in his heart, and he fell to the ground when his legs were rowed, and he worshiped the grave.
What happened in the end, but just these lines of words alone are worthy of worshiping anyone.
Fang Yan's heart just disappeared, and was replaced by slowly sadness, stood up, and walked in front of several other graves.
As a result, Fang Yan worshiped one by one, and one did not fall. He did not doubt that this was a prank, or it was used to confuse future generations, because the powerful momentum on each grave here, for a long time, for a long time, endlessly immortal.
Sadness and anger, and the vigorous and complicated fonts on the tombstone, all confirmed that all this is unquestionable!
After worshiping all the way, Fang Yan's heart is getting heavier and more surprised, because there are not only a few graves that you see here, walking all the way, seeing more and more.
After one hundred and thirty -seven graves, and the little beast, although it is a bit blurred, I do n’t know why Fang Yan worshiped, but it is also well -behaved, jumping down Fang Yan's arms, and worshiped with him.
I learned that I had a model-I stood up again, and looked at the cute little guy, and then looked at the last three graves in front of them, and my heart trembled slightly.
The three graves in front of you are a bit larger than these graves, and the momentum is more powerful. It seems to be above all beings.
After, I have never encountered it. Compared with the Lord of Tianhui City and the few saints he have seen, there are too many strong people he have seen.
And this is still the breath that remains after the endless years. I can't imagine what kind of realm did they reach during their lifetime?
The saints?! Three words appeared in Fang Yan's mind. Fang Yan's body was shocked, raised his steps and walked towards the three graves.
"Qingyun Shengsheng! Nie Taitian Sheng! Wanlian Sheng!" Close to the grave, I saw each tombstone at a glance, the extremely conspicuous font, it really was the saint.
What happened here? What terrible? Let the saints be helpless?! Fang Yanja was shocked, and thought again in his heart.
Below these names, there are small fonts, almost the same as those in the previous.
Fang Yan took a deep breath and pursed his lips. The sadness in his heart was even stronger, and at the same time, he inexplicably gave birth to a anger. He had a kind of ruthlessness that had nowhere to vent. He himself didn't know why.
You can't let you die in time, but the boy's intuition tells the boy that you deserve to respect everyone. "
After pause, Fang Yan gathered the courage to continue: "The boy thinks that no matter how big the matter is for, but now that you have gone, it is better to rest. Otherwise, you are too tired ---"
Saying this seat, Fang Yan looked at the surrounding grave nervously. He knew that in case of anger, he would die without burial, but these words couldn't help but say it. He wanted these to let these
The respectable strong man rests, which is the best ending for them. He is dead, but that resentment persistence is overwhelming for thousands of years. This is a kind of torture!
"Om-" Suddenly, in the quiet space, more than a hundred graves flashed at the same time with a strong white mang, and then gathered in the void and turned into a four-line fighting font!
Subsequently, the three old sounds sounded in this silent area: "The disabled sun is stained with blood, and the creatures are coated with charcoal to wave their swords.
The sound contains unparalleled vicissitudes and power, and it is so ethereal, as if from ancient times, the graves of the three saints are shining, and a strong war of war has soared.
With their long -standing wish, they have not let go.
"Even if the death is fear, it is difficult to sleep without exorcism ---"
"Foreign Yi is hard to drive the soul-"
Following the following, there were more than a hundred to rolling sounds in the void, and kept thinking about the same sentence. For a time, the entire area was filled with a wisely of war. Fang Yan seemed to see blood.
Dyed the mountains and rivers, hundreds of millions of beings are fighting, and the sound of anger sounds, a stream of endless anger and hatred rising in Fang Yan, the blood of the war boiled, Fang Yan couldn't help the surging in his heart, opened his mouth to drink:
"kill!"
"Oh!" The little beast also seemed to be infected. The anger of the sky was raging, the hair of the whole body was erected, and the sharp teeth were raised, and they tried to make a fierce anger, but how did it look out of the cute category of love?