The white figure that suddenly appeared did not exist in the perception of his spiritual will.

The pupils constricted suddenly, but feeling the peaceful qi transmitted from the white figure, Qing Yanghuan's tense qi was invisibly calmed down like a volcano about to erupt.

In just one sentence, he felt the warmth from the old man, and a warmth grew in the depths of his heart, which unconsciously calmed everything in his heart.

"Seniors. ”

Immediately following Qingyang Huan's voice, the old man in front of him had white hair hanging down, and looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The surrounding frescoes can be seen completely. ”

The old man then turned his eyes on the murals around him, and when he saw these imprinted murals, his cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp.

The ancient paintings imprinted on the surrounding stone walls silently narrate the scenes that make people's hearts burn with anger, as if bringing him into an ancient vicissitudes of life.

A small tribe, standing on the mountain, in front of the mountain is a large river leading to the distance, and in the depths of the river in the mural is a tall underwater palace, in which a race covered in scales live.

Every other month, the tribe would place children no more than a few years old on wooden boats, and then let the wooden boats float to the center of the river, and then fall into the palaces deep in the water, where they will become the blood food of the fish-scale race.

In the later picture scroll, Qing Yang Huan saw that the Terran warriors who lived and multiplied in the tribe finally couldn't bear it anymore, and they were unwilling to send their bloodlines into the Water Palace again, and gathered the entire tribe warriors to resist.

However, the time of resistance was very short, and a warrior who stepped out of the water palace, his big hand fell, like a small piece of heaven collapsed, falling from the sky, and the entire tribe was wiped out under the giant hand.

The Mizumiya warrior had disdain and indifference on his face, and he didn't care about the destruction of an entire tribe, and soon he left, and when he returned again, a tribe of Terrans was chained and migrated to the ruined ruins.

The days were again the same, and every once in a while some of the children were to be placed on the boats, and if there were not enough children, the young women and young men of the tribe would be replaced.

Later, the whole tribe chose to rebel......

......

Looking at the murals on the stone wall, with Qing Yanghuan's own thinking, he could naturally perceive that these were real.

The warriors who once carved these murals have integrated their own anger, even if they don't know how many years have passed, this kind of anger that comes from the suppression in the stone wall is still exuding.

On the surrounding stone walls, there are too many such scenes, here Qingyang Huan can't even feel the glory of belonging to the human race, everything he can see is that the human race lives in dire straits, and is raised by foreign races to be two-legged beasts.

Compared with the scenes shown on the murals, even in the most remote land of Kunshan in the southwest today, the human race living in it is countless times better.

Even if the bloodlines of the human tribes living in the Kunshan King Domain have been conquered from generation to generation, and father and son have been on the line, they can fight their own destiny with their own hands.

Even if he died in the sea of corpses and blood, there is a hope in his heart, and the scene carved on the stone wall, the human race above has long lost the belief in resistance under oppression.

"Is this true?"

After a long time, Qingyang Huan said loudly, and his eyes fell on the white-robed old man in front of him.

"Yes!"

The old man's eyes were equally sharp, and he was also suppressed in his heart.

"Where?"

Thinking around, Qing Yanghuan guessed in his heart where the scene on the mural was happening on the land of the human race.

Southern Wilderness, Eastern Wilderness, Northern Wilderness?

However, with his vision that he hadn't even set foot in the southern wilderness, he couldn't guess where the scene on the mural existed in the human race, you must know that although since ancient times, the human race has been absolutely hit hard and has been compressed on this land.

However, the advent of the Outer Heaven Continent has more than doubled the size of the once barren land, and now the land where the human race lives is not as large as the original barren continent, but it is still a vast continent.

In this vast land, although the surrounding areas are constantly being conquered and encroached upon by rival races from the heavens, the Terran tribes have not yet fallen to the level of being willing to be blood-fed by the human race.

The next moment, just as the white-robed old man was about to speak, a corrupt aura suddenly filled the void around Qingyang Huan.

"Old Black. ”

Seeing the black shadow that suddenly appeared, the white-robed old man was startled, obviously the appearance of the black-armored warrior was beyond his expectations.

"Old white ghost, let me tell you. ”

A hoarse voice sounded, and the black-armored warrior came to Qingyang Huan's body and looked at him straight like this.

Looking at the back of the black-armored warrior, the white old ghost smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, as the town guard of the Flame Tower, these should have been received by him, this time the old black not only directly led the Flame Bearer into the tower, but now he has replaced him. 、

However, he shook his head and said nothing, and the next moment his figure disappeared into the space.

"You ......"

Seeing the black-armored warrior who appeared again, Qing Yanghuan's eyes showed a touch of surprise.

"My name is Heijia, and before I came to this Flame Tower to become a tomb keeper, I belonged to the Sword Emperor Palace Sword Guard under the Terran Buzhou Mountain!"

Not Zhou Mountain, Sword Emperor Palace!

Hei Jia's words suddenly made all the things that Qing Yanghuan encountered when he entered the Flame Tower be explained clearly.

"Qingyang has seen his predecessors. ”

Feeling the power from the silence in the old man's body, at least it is also the existence of the king heaven and earth, Qingyang Huan suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and bowed and said.

However, Hei Jia leaned slightly sideways and did not receive a salute from him.

"I've been in the dark since you entered the Flame Tower, and the other three young people from the southwest who carried the flames of war have all been eliminated by me. ”

"What?"

At this time, Qingyang Huan showed a touch of surprise, what kind of operation is this.

Although it belongs to the same lineage master, this ...... It's too shady.

"That...... It's not good to throw them out, isn't it too shameless to throw them out, in fact, their talent and strength are quite good, although they are ...... than me. ”

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan spoke out and looked at the black-armored warrior in front of him.

"In the future, they will thank the old man and give them a clear way. ”

Hei Jia's eyes suddenly lit up, which made Qing Yanghuan startled, how could it sound so infiltrating. 、

“......”

Subconsciously, his throat surged, swallowed and foamed, and Qingyang Huan spoke again.

Although the black-armored warrior in front of him did not give him a sense of crisis, it made him feel a little unreal, and he had a feeling of being on a thief ship.

"This is your way, there is no choice!"

However, for Qingyang Huan's doubts, Hei Jia didn't care too much, but said out loud to himself.

"The Sword Emperor Palace knows your existence, and even more knows that you have carried the flames of the four royal realms, from the very beginning when you embarked on the path of cultivation, you have no choice, this is you, me, and the life of the entire Sword Emperor Palace. ”

Speaking of this, the eyes of the black-armored martial artist fell on Qing Yang Huan's body like lightning, like a sharp sword cutting his body, and then said: "Unless you give up your current cultivation, purple gold battle body and other cultivation techniques, will you give up?"

Hiss!

The next moment, Qingyang Huan hissed, and Hei Jia asked, directly cutting through his spiritual world.

Are you willing to abandon your martial arts?

Naturally not!

"So you don't have a choice!"

After getting the creation from the master, he naturally has to do his own responsibility and strength for this creation, Qingyang Huan understands the meaning of the black armor martial artist, to be honest, even if the black armor martial artist doesn't say it, if it involves something related to the master, he will not turn a blind eye.

"The Sword Emperor Palace is far away in the ancestral land of the human race, how could he know about my existence so early?"

"From the beginning of the reincarnation gate to the abnormal movement, the Sword Emperor has already noticed your appearance!"

What the!

Not caring about Qingyang Huan's surprise, Hei Jia said again: "At the beginning, the six reincarnation gates shattered and scattered all over the world, and the hell reincarnation gate was in the depths of the Sword Emperor Palace. ”

"Immediately after that, I received an edict from the Sword Emperor Palace, but I am a tomb keeper, and I can't walk out of the Flame Tower at will, but I didn't expect that you would have so many creations and transformations, and you also carried the luck and war of the four royal domains. ”

"The most surprising thing for the old man is that you have the support of the Human Demon Iron Rider!"

Staring at the black human demon sword hanging from Qing Yanghuan's waist, the black armor's eyes flashed with essence.

"According to the records of the Sword Emperor Palace, the human and demon iron riders only recognize the purple gold inheritance, and those who are not purple gold cannot control it, it seems that what you inherit is the fourth martial arts!"

"Nope. ”

Hearing this, Qing Yanghuan shook his head lightly and said, "My inheritance comes from the Desolate Venerable. ”

"The fifth!"

"How come, according to the records of the ancestors, the nine ancestors, the first inheritance array, the second inheritance is not recorded, the third inheritance of the sword, the fourth inheritance of the battle body, the fifth inheritance of the desolate inheritance of the soul path, the remaining seventh, eighth, and ninth inheritances are all buried in the years, and now only my Sword Emperor Palace inherits the supreme sword of the third sword venerable. ”

The black-armored warrior showed a hint of surprise, Qingyang Huan didn't say anything, he was afraid that if he said it, he would directly inherit his own master, I was afraid that the Sword Emperor Lord in the Sword Emperor Palace would not be able to sit still and come to the southwest land.

Sometimes, the seniority is too high and the strength is low, which is quite helpless.

"What do you need me to do?"

After a long time, Qing Yang Huan digested the words of the black armor warrior and said.

He really didn't expect that he had already been noticed by the Sword Emperor Palace, and he came here step by step, it seemed that he had broken down and walked over step by step, but it was not cause and effect.

"I eliminated those three little guys from the game, it was to give them a glimmer of life, they carried the flames of war step by step and stepped on the ancestral road of the human race, and in the future, there may be a glimmer of life for the king and the emperor, and your road is thousands of times more dangerous than them, and it can even be said that there is death or no life. ”