Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

Many people's eyes turned red.

Some clenched their fists tightly.

And some have empty eyes, completely unwavering, and it's no surprise to see this kind of thing.

The crowd crowded over.

Use a simple stretcher to carry the old man into the distance.

Not far from the barren land, there is a dead air here, and the surrounding is filled with the smell of decay.

At a glance, there are more than one hundred earthbags overgrown with weeds, which is the accumulation of 30,000 years.

In front of each earthbag, there is a simple stone tablet.

"Chen Fan's Tomb in the Array..."

"The tomb of Xiao Ling in the Guangdong world..."

"Fangjie's Tomb in the Immortal Realm..."

"..."

It can be seen that everyone here was a hero before his death, and in one world, he belonged to the ancestors.

Originally, their death was a funeral that could receive the highest courtesy in the world, but now...

today.

Here's another little dirt bag added.

It was the old man who died just now.

The crowd gathered in front of the dirt bag, bowed down and saluted, that's all.

Not even the melon and fruit fragrant paper for worship.

Originally, their corpses could be transported back for permanent preservation and worshipped by future generations.

But those who can lie here are all powerful beings in their lifetimes, and the power left after their death can also simulate the black mist that penetrates through the cracks to a certain extent.

That is to say.

These great powers sat here before their lifetimes and dedicated themselves to the Immortal Realm and the Eight Great Realms.

Dead, and still burning the last bit of strength.

As the saying goes, spring silkworms die until their silkworms die, and wax torches turn into ashes and tears begin to dry!

"All right."

The old man put away his slightly trembling palms and said in a voice: "Continue to guard!"

Everyone left in silence, without saying much.

Because no one knows who will lie here next.

Their hearts were actually numb to this kind of thing.

"Manyan, you stay." The old man pondered slightly and said to a man next to him.

"Old Zhen, please order." The man named Zhenyan asked.

"You know, this year, including Elder Yun, three people have already left." Elder Zhen said with a weary face: "If we don't have a solution, we won't be able to last for long."

Hearing the truth, he lowered his head, and his eyes were full of haze.

The smaller their defensive strength, the more likely the crowd will be eroded, which is equivalent to a **** trend.

Because for every ounce of power lost, each person needs to block an additional piece of black fog outside the circle.

"What do you mean by that old man?" Zhen Yan asked.

"Go find the expert surnamed Skeleton who destroyed the Immortal Palace of Heaven, explain the pros and cons to him, and invite him at all costs."

Speaking of this, the old and old eyes narrowed, and then said: "With the strength he displayed in the Heavenly Immortal Hall, it is a big help for us."

"Yes, I'm going to find him."

Mantra nodded solemnly, did not dare to delay, waved the soles of his feet, and immediately stepped away like a streamer.

After the truth is gone.

The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, his eyes were full of turbidity.

He can't see the hope of the Immortal Realm and the Eight Great Realms...

Tianyong City.

Two figures appeared.

It was Huang Zhen and Chen Xian.

"How do you say?" Aura asked.

Chen Xian frowned and said, "It's not that easy to completely eradicate the contradiction between the two worlds. As I said before, it takes an opportunity."

"Yeah!" Huang Zhen sighed and said, "We don't have so much time to delay here now."

"So the plan for now is that you return to the deserted world, and I will return to the formation world. Let's take a step by step and take a step by step." Chen Xian said: "If it really doesn't work, give them a death order. Do you dare to listen?"

"Oh, that's all it takes."

Huang Zhen nodded, and the two were about to leave.

However, at this moment, a group of middle-aged men dressed in Chinese clothes and with strong momentum came towards this side.

Judging from their clothes and breath, they are all big men.

But what's more inconsistent is that at this moment, a group of them are drunk, and they are hanging on each other's shoulders.

"Old Huang, this time my formation was not well entertained." One of the men said ashamed.

"Eh!"

"If you say this, you will be seen. We are like brothers in the two worlds. We share weal and woe. If you say this again, I will be angry!" Another man said with a stern face.

Hearing this, the man from earlier was extremely moved.

He clapped his arms and said, "Old Huang, anyway, I have put down the words on behalf of the formation world. Anyway, if you have anything to do with your waste world in the future, you can just say it. In short, the affairs of your waste world are the affairs of my formation world!"

"Same!"

Another man also clapped his arms and said, "The matter of your formation is also the matter of my deserted world."