According to ancient legends, the heavens of the heavens are infinite, Moko is immeasurable, and they are infinite.

There are six ultimate lands, which are also the six ultimate universes, divided into "Heaven", "Wasteland", "Eastern Emperor", "Western Heaven", "Nanming" and "Beiyuan".

Among them, the wasteland, also known as the desolate ancient land, is the origin of all things and the source of chaos and turbidity. Among the six places, the wasteland has the most creatures. Later, many gods, demons and races that shocked the heavens were born and evolved here.

Come.

In countless years, thousands of peoples have been fighting and turbulent. Countless eras have been glorious and prosperous, and then withered and destroyed like a flash in the pan. Life and death, ups and downs, have all turned into dust and ashes in the continuous advancement of history.

, no longer traceable.

At the end of a chaotic and disorderly Lost Era, four sacred warriors emerged at the right time. With their supreme power, they started a war between heaven and earth, defeated countless gods and demons, and finally created the Era of Divine Apocalypse.

The Ancient Central Continent, which is known to have the most resources in the world, the most human races, and the most prosperous and vast area, was divided into four parts, with east, west, south, and north. After opening up the golden age, it drifted away, left the human world, and went to other gods and demons.

The unknown world where immortals and Buddhas live is unknown.

Millions of years have passed by in the blink of an eye, like a white horse passing through the gap. During the ups and downs of these years, the four ancient continents have produced all kinds of heroes, all kinds of heroic deeds, and all kinds of Shura fields.

During this period, the hero is old and old, the green edge is rusty, the beauty is white, the bones are few, the disputes are endless, the blood flow is endless, the hero is passionate, and it is difficult to cool down when drinking ice... All kinds of things are always in the cold and cold places of the world.

And like all twists and turns and surprising stories, this story also begins with a sad past...

The Eastern Continent is divided into Kyushu, Yunni Prefecture, Shuangye Prefecture, Yulong Prefecture, Guanhai Prefecture, Qingming Prefecture, Beihuang Prefecture, Guyu Prefecture, Wenwu Prefecture, and Sanqian Prefecture. Among them, Beihuang Prefecture is adjacent to Shuangye Prefecture.

The vast river winds around thousands of mountains and ridges, separating the two states.

A river, but the scenery on both sides is completely different. On the north side of the river is Beihuang Prefecture, and on the south side is Shuangye Prefecture.

Yezhou is completely different. It has spring all year round and a pleasant climate. Everywhere you go, there are grass growing and orioles flying, small bridges and flowing water, warm and leisurely.

In the vast and desolate wilderness of Beihuangzhou, beside the river with raging waves, a shepherd-like old man wrapped in a woolen fur and with gray hair leaned against a big tree with bare branches and lit a light.

A bonfire was burning red, and he was playing the huqin in his hand with concentration.

There he played and sang to himself without emotion, using the local dialect of Beihuang Prefecture. His singing was authentic and heroic. With the river lapping at the bank and the thousands of miles of vast wilderness, it made the old man look free and unrestrained and unique.

"A map of the country's mountains and rivers, the living people are happy to be woodcutters. There are wolves and bandits outside the pass, and the evil beacons massacre ten cities..."

"There are drifting fires in the north, and wars continue year after year. The wolf-headed overlord wishes to ride fiercely into the Central Plains..."

"On the banks of the Wujiang River ten miles away, the emperor is guarding the country. If he fights to the death, the emperor will harm both the country and the country..."

"After waiting another ten years, the wolf bandits are knocking on the door again. The flying general is on a single horse and uses the overlord's vanguard..."

"The wolf's head fell in shock, and thousands of horses were afraid to fight against it. It's such a shame to be barbaric, exposed to snow and cold for three days..."

"The flying general's reputation is astonishing throughout the world, and his successors will be passed down. The mighty fire army fought in a bloody battle at Beiyang Pass...".

"A hundred thousand soldiers died, and they refused to retreat. The blood rushed thousands of miles, and all lives were destroyed..."

"Poor heroic man, no one can return his home. He leaves his tomb empty. When will the blood feud be repaid..."

When the song reached an emotional point, the old man couldn't help but choked up and felt uncomfortable.

He looked up at the sky, his gray-white messy hair fluttering in the wind, and snowflakes the size of goose feathers fell from the sky...

This is the first heavy snow since the beginning of winter.

Heavy snow like goose feathers fell on the bonfire in front of him, and the fire that was originally burning slowly began to die out.

When the old man witnessed this scene, his eyes immediately turned red. He seemed to see his old brothers and friends being cut off like an insignificant piece of grass in this vast wasteland.

Suddenly, anger came from his heart, and he shouted to the sky at the top of his lungs. He asked the sky angrily, asking where is the justice and love in this world!

"Hey, God, do you really want to put out this last fire!?"

"Do you really want to let this spark turn into ashes before you give up?"

"Are you really going to let justice and justice in this world sink into that stinky ditch together before you give up!?"

His friends, brothers, wife and daughter all died in the shocking bloody battle six years ago!

But he was the only one who managed to survive like a lonely ghost, but his life was lifeless!

He has lost everything, but what he has gained in exchange is the nameless commemorative monuments outside the Guanhaizhou Emperor's Mausoleum!

Does anyone in the world remember their names?

Who cares about such a brutal killing?

Who remembers the people who fought for them without fear of life and death?

No!

On the other side of the river, Shuangye Prefecture is still singing and dancing, drinking like crazy!

To them, the death of so many people is just a simple number, a horrifying chat after dinner.

The old man once heard in a wine shop in Shuangyezhou on the other side that a group of children from aristocratic families who were well-dressed and well-fed but had never set foot on the battlefield were talking loudly about the bloody battle six years ago. They were full of contempt for Liuhuo coach Xu Ji and spoke loudly there.

Talk about how you can lead the army and reverse the desperate situation.

Some people are dismissive of it. One hundred thousand soldiers and thousands of untouchables in the wilderness are not a big deal. They are the Great Wall of flesh and blood set up by the empire to cut off the flowing fire in the north!

Although the entire Northern Wilderness Prefecture is vast in size, millions or even tens of millions of miles across, its environment is extremely vast, desolate and desolate, with wild beasts raging and evil cultivators roaming rampant. It is not suitable for mortals to rest and recuperate there.

For the prosperity of their land in the south of the Yangtze River, just give it up.

Some people stay out of the matter and say that the land south of the Yangtze River is far away from the border beacons. It is guarded by the first-class Duke of the Empire, Yu Wan Gong, and his extraordinary army. In addition, this state is also home to a swordsman who is unparalleled in the world.

——Li Qingsi’s hometown, fire will never burn here.

Some people remained silent. Although they were full of ambitions and ambitions, they could not bear to join the crowd. They longed for the powerful team that galloped around the world back then, but there was nothing they could do about it. They had little strength and were no more than a low-level mortal cultivator. They were like the light of a firefly and could not bear the burden.

With great ambitions, I have no choice but to put my feelings in a cup and vent my unhappiness.

Yes...it was once an army full of glory, but now it has withered like a remnant in the fire and is about to be extinguished.

How could this not make him extremely sad and angry?

However, so what, everything... is over!

Just when the old man's heart was filled with despair, the sound of horses suddenly came from the other side of the river. The old man was startled by the sound of horses and reluctantly stood up with his rickety and aging figure. However, he found in vain that there was a huge dragon on the vast Yellow Dragon crossing the Jiujiang River.

The pair of men and horses came riding the waves from the distant river bank.

There are two people and two horses, one man and one woman on the horse. They are both heroic and extraordinary. The horses under their crotches are galloping like lightning, and their steps are like shooting stars and white birds. They actually ride on yellow dragons to cross the rolling and roaring waves in Jiujiang.

, coming across the river like a gust of wind and rain.

The old man looked inexplicably horrified. The Yellow Dragon crossed the Jiujiang River and the water depth was unpredictable. It had nine twists and turns and eighteen bends. The waves in the river were so fast that even a large ship would have difficulty cruising smoothly on it, let alone two people and two horses.

He knew that those who could walk across the river like this must be extraordinary. They must be monks who have embarked on the path of spiritual practice, and they must have such amazing means.

The speed of the two men and their horses was astonishing, and they quickly broke through the waves, successfully crossed the river, and arrived at the river bank of Beihuang Prefecture where the old man was.

The river bank was not far from here, and the old man was about to greet them and take a closer look at what kind of heroic figures this pair of horses was.

The two people and two horses also happened to be walking towards where he was. After a while, they met each other, less than a hundred steps away. The old man finally saw the pair of people and horses up close. When the old man brushed away

The snowflakes in his eyes, the cloudy old eyes reflected a heroic figure that surprised him, but he couldn't help but cheered and excited.

In the swaying wind and snow, that figure stood as tall and upright as ever, like a black battle flag that always stood at the forefront of the battlefield. No matter how the wind and snow roared, it could not shake him in the slightest.

Just like in the past, he will always carry the black battle flag on his shoulders and lead the most powerful cavalry to charge at the forefront of the battlefield. As long as his subordinates can still see this black battle flag flying, their lives will be endless.

With the will to fight, we rush forward one after another.

Even though he no longer has the black flag on his shoulders, he himself seems to be that majestic battle flag. As long as he is there, it is the black flag, and he is the last battle line for everyone.

After many years, his voice and appearance are no longer as exciting and high-spirited as they were back then. Too many human experiences have left mottled traces of time on his voice and appearance. But even so, he is still so charming.

The divine power and majesty are like an exiled monarch. Although he is in such a miserable state, he will never lose his magnanimity and majesty.

His eyes are as calm as water, his face is delicate and elegant, he is handsome and elegant, like a handsome young man sitting in the hall among the powerful and noble princes on the other side, a humble noble son. Although he seems to be a little tired from the journey and has a sense of being down and out,

But there was still a proud and proud look in his brows and movements, like a clear moon breeze blowing in his face, making people feel happy and refreshed, and it was difficult to calm down.

They also saw the old man, his figure also showed an expression of surprise and surprise, and the two of them stopped slowly.

At this moment, the old man could no longer control the myriad of emotions that had been buried in his heart for a long time. All kinds of feelings came to his heart, and he couldn't help himself for a moment. He burst into tears, tears spilled down his cheeks, and burst into tears!

"Young Marshal...Little Flying General!!"

The old man was crying and shouting, with runny nose and tears, and he was about to kneel down in front of his horse.

The young man sitting upright on the horse also had tears in his eyes and was extremely emotional. However, he had quick eyes and quick hands and jumped off the horse at a faster speed and hurriedly held the old man with white hair.

He spoke softly, but also with tears streaming down his face: "I'm back, and I'm here to seek justice for those who have left."

Hearing this, the old man immediately cried louder. He could no longer hold back the sadness and resentment in his heart. The anger and suffering that had been accumulated in him for six years poured out like a floodgate.

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They, the dead souls living in the past, finally waited for the person who could make the decision for them.

At this moment, Beihuangzhou, which has been sleeping for six years, is about to experience a big shock that has not happened in a long time. This big shock will last for a long, long time...
Chapter completed!