The whole process was still no one spoke, just like a silent film.

Their expression was solemn and extremely sacred. Except for the clothes that covered their bodies, all other clothes that were stained with their fighting atmosphere were thrown into the grave!

Then, they threw the long swords they carried with them into the tomb. The swords of these swords were stained with the blood of the lich!

After throwing these things, Xiao Zhan and others still didn't say a word. They picked up the shovel and silently chose to bury the tomb again.

At the same time, they also found a ten-meter-high boulder and made it into a stone tablet with sharp sharpening!

Finally, five hundred people stood in front of the stone tablet, and Xiao Zhan spoke the first sentence.

“Who starts first?”

He glanced at the others.

A hoarse voice rang out: "I'll do it first."

The first one to come out was Sun Zihao, a famous weapon science and military science expert in Jiuzhou.

He did not meet the conditions to become a follower, but he strongly demanded to enter the ** battlefield.

Now he is not wearing a shirt and has slightly thin muscles. He holds a knife in his right hand and approaches the stone tablet.

Then, stretched out the palm of your left hand, and almost no hesitation, and slashed hard!

At this moment, blood was flowing out, but his expression was as calm as usual and had not changed at all!

There is no so-called pain!

In fact, this kind of pain was too insignificant compared to the sadness in his heart at this moment.

Their historical civilization that lasted for five thousand years has been cut off!

There is no longer a compatriot with the bloodline of Jiuzhou in the heavens and all realms!

After the blood splattered, he covered his left hand on the stone tablet and began to write the first stroke. The blood rolled smoothly and soaked on the stone tablet, which was extremely dazzling!

...

The welding wire was also stunned when the live broadcast room of "Global Survival".

She had imagined that after these people found the stone tablet, they would write inscriptions in various ways.

But they did not expect that they actually cut their palms and used their own blood to engrave the stone tablet!

In the live broadcast screen, after Sun Zihao, one person after another walked out.

Their expressions were calm and extremely solemn, with almost the same movements.

Hold the knife, raise your left hand, and stroke hard, and write their stroke while the blood flows smoothly!

These scenes were extremely shocking, constantly impacting the welding wire and the hearts of survivors from various countries, and a breath called tragic and generous lingered in their hearts.

They never thought that they could just erect an inscription, which could be so thrilling!

Even through the screen, they were all excited!

"Huh? They have finished writing, what are they drawing on the monument now?"

In the live broadcast room, survivors from all over the country soon discovered another thing.

As five hundred people painted together, three large characters filled with bloody and ferocious aura appeared on the stone tablet.

"Jiuzhou Monument!"

The three words are ferocious and towering, as if they are scattering their teeth and claws.

But if you look closely, you can see an indescribable sadness.

That is mourning to the dead compatriots!

That is the loss and hesitation of the heavens and all worlds, and the bloodlines of Jiuzhou will never be seen again!

That is the heartbreak of the collapse of civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years!

But after writing three blood-colored characters, they haven't stopped yet!

While the blood in their palms was not dry, they continued to carve the underside of the stone tablet without saying a word.

They portray each stroke very carefully, afraid of anything.

...

Blue Star, Jiuzhou Kingdom.

Survival center.

Gao Jiyun looked at the scene of five hundred people experiencing collective blood, and his body trembled with excitement.

Bleeding! This is a word that belongs to Jiuzhou alone!

Looking at countries around the world, they don’t have this kind of tradition!

Once such a thing occurs, it is often a major occasion.

Either life or death or life is at stake!

This is a testimony that belongs to Jiuzhou alone!

He stared at the five hundred followers throughout the whole process.

Each of them used their own blood to write the three big words "Jiuzhou Monument" on the inscription.

After writing the characters, it was carved on the inscription, with the lines outlined in a mess, like a ghost painting talisman.

Survivors of various countries could not recognize what this was, but as a native of Kyushu, he recognized it at a glance!

"They are drawing pictures of Jiuzhou!"

"They are painting the territory and terrain of our Jiuzhou!"

Gao MRT only feels that his heartbeat is accelerating.

The strokes outlined with the palm of your hands are extremely familiar.

That is the land of Jiuzhou that is portrayed in the hearts of Jiuzhou people and will never be forgotten until death!

Mountains, rivers, mountains, plains...

Terrains appeared on the stone tablets one by one.

There is a Kunlun Mountain full of mythology. According to legend, Queen Mother of the West lives on it, and the immortal pill is enshrined!

There is the Yangtze River and the Yellow River that stretches for thousands of kilometers and has nurtured a civilization of up to five thousand years!

There are towering Mount Tai, on which countless generations of emperors worship the heavens, Qin Emperor and Han Wu, Tang Emperor and Song Ancestor!

The Great Wall, which resists the invasion, is guarded in the north and stretches for thousands of miles and has not yet collapsed!

have……

Almost every line appears above, the high MRT can guess what it is!

In fact, it's not just him.

At this moment, countless people on the land of Jiuzhou were tilting their heads and silently reciting the terrain outlined by Xiao Zhan and others.

"Yangtze!"

"Yellow River!"

"Great Wall!"

"Tarzan!"

"Five Mountains!"

"Kunlun Mountain!"

“…”

That is the terrain that carries the five thousand years of civilization engraved in Jiuzhou!

That is something that is printed in everyone's bones and can never be forgotten!

Even when I went to a foreign country, even when I arrived at the battlefield, I still didn’t forget the five hundred followers!

They are using their own blood to outline the land of Jiuzhou in their memory!

In their opinion, although Kyushu has perished, it will always live in their hearts!

Outside Jiuzhou City, five hundred people looked extremely pious and were carefully outlining the lines.

Finally, it gathered into a magnificent map of the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou!

Then, five hundred people put together force to erect it and inserted it firmly into the tomb!

Each of them brought a bowl of water, dripped their own blood, and after exchanging it with each other, they drank it all in one go!

Survival center.

Before he knew it, Gao Jiyun was already in tears, wishing he could rush into the battlefield now and tell him that Jiuzhou had not yet destroyed the country!

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To be continued...