The Sword Dynasty
460 Spirit Mountain
"Tianliang Zu Mountain, what is it?"
The scene here was already full of sacred and mysterious feelings, coupled with Li Xixing's expression and tone at this time, Hu Jingjing could not help but shudder.
Li Xixing's brow furrowed like a knife, this young boy who was abandoned by the entire family and Changling in the wasteland for the first time showed his hesitant look because of the balance between the rich and powerful.
It wasn't until Hu Jingjing got a little restless on his back that he took a deep breath and said: "Before Wu's, Donghu and Yue's, there was a legendary unified empire in the wilderness and desert outside the customs, It’s called Tianliang."
Any huge empire, like the great dynasty of that year, will have a shocking height, especially the territory of the U's, Donghu, and Yue's kingdoms add up. In fact, I am afraid that the territory of the kingdoms is even larger than that of the dynasties.
So it was just such a sentence that immediately let Hu Jingjing fall into a stronger shock.
"In the legend, Tianliang was destroyed by an unprecedented great plague. In the end, in order to prevent the plague from spreading to other remote tribes, the lucky uninfected people locked all the infected people in the ancestral land where Tianliang originated. "
Li Xixing had an unspeakable meaning on his face, and then slowly said: "The legendary ancestral land where the coolness originated is located under the sky dome. The four seasons are like spring. The world naturally breeds auras. The next wooden stick will germinate in the coming year. But the suppression of millions of infected people in this ancestral land, those surviving Tianliang people do not know how much they paid. Some tribes far away have Zhitian Liangren’s own choices and actions also came to the war. According to legend, this is ultimately worse than the Shurachang, and all buildings and even the mountains inside were leveled, leaving only one of the ancestral mountains. Although most of the Tianliang people kept the place and did not let the people infected with that terrible plague escape from this place, these Tianliang people who had to kill a large number of their own people also chose to die in that ancestral mountain. So that ancestral mountain is also called the mountain of salvation."
Hu Jingjing couldn't imagine such a cruel legend, especially the millions of numbers, which left her brain blank.
"Those Tianliang people who finally killed themselves in Zu Mountain believed that their hands were covered with sin, and the last suicide was self-redemption. However, all the surviving tribes in this empire at that time were not just in awe of these days. And respect them as gods."
"Those surviving tribes regard this place as their ancestral land, as a shelter for the gods sheltering them, and no one can enter."
After Li Xixing paused, his body shivered with cold, "I have heard of such legends, but I did not expect such a place."
"If you were rushed here because you wanted to bring your friend Ding Ning over, what's in it?"
Hu Jingjing murmured.
This sentence of her is not a problem at all, just to relieve her excessively fluctuating emotions, because Li Xixing can't know what exists in the legendary Tianliang ancestral land in front of her.
"what should we do?"
So she next asked a real question.
Now that here finally understands each other's true intentions, she and Li Xixing can naturally choose to enter or not enter this ancestral land.
Li Xixing glanced at the sky behind.
At this time the sky was high and the clouds were light. Those eagles that had been suffixed to him could be seen vaguely. It was a black spot in the distant sky.
The hesitant look on his face quickly dissipated, and it was unusually simple: "Let's go in."
Then he began to move directly and walked down.
"Why?" Hu Jingjing had difficulty understanding Li Xixing's emotions at this time.
"I don't believe in myself."
Li Xixing replied: "I believe in him...if he really comes because of me, I think he will have a way."
"No wonder even Jing Liuli is with him." Hu Jingjing stayed for a while and said, "Even if you say so to him, he must be more powerful than I thought."
Li Xixing did not answer her words again.
The long yellow grass on the hillside is denser, taller and thicker than the long grass on the grassland outside, and the slope of the hillside is very steep, so it is very difficult to walk down.
The most important thing is that the ground beneath the yellow long grass is gray and white. When you step on it, there are many fine cracking sounds, and a lot of white dust will be sputtered.
"These are..." Hu Jingjing instantly saw what the gray fragments were, and his body shook uncontrollably again.
Li Xixing looked silently at the thick gray-white fragments densely covering every inch of the land, sweating in his palms, and he began to be convinced that the legend was true.
The off-white fragments are all pure bone fragments after the sun and rain and the weathering for many years.
These bone fragments are thickly piled on the ground, even if his feet are not in it, it is impossible to detect the dirt surface below.
The closer to the top, the thicker these bone fragments accumulate, even as the waves rise and fall. It is obvious that the closer to the top, the closer to the place where the rushed out, the more violent the battle, the more people killed here many.
The rim of such a huge basin is full of corpses, and there were more than millions of Tianliang people who died in this ancestral field that year.
I thought about how terrifying the plague was that the countless powerhouses of such an immense and powerful empire were helpless. Most of these corpses were the people of Tianliang who were infected with the disease. .
However, some of the brilliance contained in such a killing actually made these broken bones exude a sacred taste.
At least two people can clearly perceive that the heaven and earth vitality inside is indeed purer than the outside. Some auras that are conducive to the practice of the practitioners are mixed in the breeze, like the holy soul, in the yellow Through the grass.
The hillside is leveling.
The yellow grass fades away.
The bones on the ground are finally no longer so thick.
The scene in front of the two became a plain in spring.
Li Xixing stopped.
He rubbed his legs and squinted into the sky behind him.
The black eagles flew faster than he expected. At this time, not only could he still see it, but those eagles that were just a small black spot in the sky could already clearly see the outline.
His legs were sore and swollen to the extreme. In his feelings, all the muscles of his legs were like a handle knife scraping the bones of his legs, but he did not stop to rest. On the contrary, as soon as possible towards the solitary ancestral mountain ahead.
The enemy should come soon, but there is still a time difference.
All the breezes seemed to flow down from Zu Mountain, and even the source of the river flowing in this plain seemed to come from the lonely stone mountain.
The most shocking thing is that the closer to Zu Mountain, the more the color of the river becomes closer to pure milky white. The silky white gas emitted from the river is no longer water mist, but pure heaven and earth aura!