Chapter 2150 If you want to do it, just do a big fight

Hearing the sound, all of them looked at Mu Fengming who was drinking in the wind.

Mu Fengming said, "You are unwilling to accept it, and you are full of anger. Instead of standing still, you might as well do a big fight, such as the prehistoric world of the upper realm, the many sects, the great Chu, and the people who bully the little guys, are all

Can't let it go."

These words have a deep and heavy meaning.

For warriors, if they can overcome the Tianqiong's life and practice to the Martial God Realm, it will be considered that the ancestral tomb is filled with smoke.

It is no less difficult to achieve success in the prehistoric realm than to reach the sky.

But! No matter how difficult it is, you have to reach it!

No matter how high a mountain is, you have to climb it!

No matter how strong an enemy is, you have to try the truth and reality in one battle!!

"Feng Mei is right." Mu Jingyun's eyes were dyed red, and she was very excited at first sight, "Either don't do it or do it, just do it big."

"There is nothing difficult in the world. I'm afraid that there are people who are interested. Go and try it." The old man smiled and said, "I didn't expect that my old man, who is exhausted and exhausted, will have a day of passion."

"Who isn't?" Mrs. Mu smiled the same way.

The fighting spirit, fighting spirit, and the high spirit of going against the will of heaven appear on everyone.

Even if you know that the road to death is without life, even if it is a dead end.

They have no regrets.

They are not afraid.

They will always be Ye Chuyue's relatives, and they will be the strongest backing and support for her wandering in the vast sea of ​​people.

At this moment, whether young or old, they just want to live, practice, fight, and accompany each other.

It is not just Lingtian, but also the Emperor Realm. You have to go outside the domain, to the sect, to the middle realm, to the ladder, to the highest point of the prehistoric realm, to the place close to the gods and to the light!

Everyone is thinking and thinking about the future path and the martial arts soul that always accompany you.

......

The light surging and the breeze is gentle.

Under the underground of the mountain, the storm is like a killer, and the light is dazzling.

Swords formed by soil swept past with the yellow sand all over the sky.

Three Thousand Earth Swords, Yellow Sand Breaking the Earth!

Countless horrified murderous auras rushed straight to Chu Yue and Ye Mohan.

It's like the end of the world is coming.

But the two of them held each other tightly.

Ye Mohan subconsciously protected Chu Yue, but Chu Yue discovered something and whispered: "Pillow, this is my home, I won't have anything to do."

She jumped in front of Ye Mohan and blocked the earth sword Huangsha alone.

When Jian and Sha were about to tear her apart, they stopped in front of her.

It was like a little beast that had not yet been enlightened. After a long time of seeing her family, it rolled into a ball and gently touched Chu Yue's forehead, as if it was smelling the smell of her soul.

Then, Jiansha retreated dozens of feet and disappeared underground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chu Yue was finally able to see the prototype of the Ghost Emperor’s Cemetery.

It is better to say it is a cemetery than a palace hidden under the ground.

Unlike the magnificence and brilliant light of the royal palace, here there is only the quiet and solemn darkness, and only a few ghost lights that can be ignored.

Chu Yue and the others looked at each other, then looked at the entrance passage of the cemetery, and walked over carefully.

Near the entrance about ten steps, people formed by yellow sand and mud appeared on both sides of the entrance, wearing earth-colored armor and holding swords made of mud.

"These are the gravekeepers in the cemetery." Ye Mohan said.

Chu Yue knew it in her heart and looked up—

In the imperial realm, only warriors will have gravekeepers in the cemetery after death.

But it is obvious that these tomb guards in front of you are different from normal tomb guards.

They are not humans.

"My emperor, you are here."

The tombkeeper who spoke gradually returned to his vivid colors, no longer the earthy mud, but the real person.

He looked at Chu Yue with kindness, as if he was smiling at Chu Yue through the distant time and space, "I have been waiting here for many years."

The veteran tomb guarding the tomb tears were like broken beads, rolling down.

"Crack, squeak, squeak, squeak."

When the veteran tomb guarding the tomb knelt down, as he moved down, his bones made a stiff sound like a rusty and aging machinery.

"The last general Ye Changming, welcome my emperor."

"We, welcome my emperor."

One by one, the loess grave guards knelt down.

As they knelt down, their bodies gradually became human.

These......

Chu Yue took a deep breath, his brain stinged and memories came.

The initial Imperial Army was divided into two parts, and half of them voluntarily guarded the tomb and guarded the mountain of Qibiao.

Half of it protected the continent for 90,000 years until it was harmed by Li Liancheng.

Chu Yue clenched her fists with her hands and her eyes were red.

"Please get up with Mr. Ye."

She stepped forward and helped Ye Changming up, but there was only yellow sand and soil in her palms, not human warmth.

Ye Changming.

Half of the Imperial Army.

He had already died underground with the passage of time, blending into one with the yellow sand and soil.

Only the obsession of guarding the cemetery waiting for her to come supports them guarding the cemetery day and night.

It is the war song of faith and the horn of dawn.

Chu Yue was sobbing that she couldn't speak.

It is both painful and helpless.

This road of war was broken, then stood up and then reorganized, and some people tried to make money and killed themselves for small profits, while others kept the tomb for 90,000 years because of the word "conviction".

The Imperial Army was divided into two.

Half of the army died on the mountain of praying for blessings.

Half of the army died at the foot of the mountain of praying for blessings.

"call out--"

"call out--"

"call out--"

Ye Changming raised his hand.

In the hand of Ku Lao, covered with patterns, was a hairband that made Chu Yue extremely familiar with.

Every tomb guardian raised his hand.

There is the same headband in every hand.

They tied their hairbands to their heads, and the word "ye" in the center of their foreheads was so eye-catching.

How shocking is it to be the hairbands hanging in front of the tomb and dancing thousands of feet underground?

It is like an ancient painting, slowly unfolding in front of Chu Yue.

"My emperor, immortal."

"Imperial Army, immortal."

General Ye said.

"My emperor is immortal, the imperial army is immortal."

The soldiers raised their weapons and made a cemetery guarding.

General Ye and his soldiers were both smiling at Chu Yue.
To be continued...