Chapter 653 Sacrifice!

Shortly after.

Barren state.

Donglin sect.

A huge tomb bulged up, and the dean of the academy buried a piece of Chu Xun's blue and blood-stained robe in it. This was one of the few things related to Chu Xun that he searched.

Looking at the piles of this big tomb, the dean of the academy burst into tears. He once had high hopes for this junior, just like the two saints chose him, and asked him to protect him unswervingly, but later this Junior has never let me down, he is so outstanding and so dazzling.

In the dark turmoil, he killed several great emperors and made great achievements. Even if his bones were buried in a foreign land, only a piece of his green shirt was buried in his hometown, so what?

He is worthy of China.

Worthy of the barren state.

And worthy of anyone!

The erection of a large tomb also caused other monks from Jiuzhou to arrive one after another. People from Donglin Sect returned from Ruzhou and saw this huge tomb in many places behind the sect. Elder Jiang, Elder Wang, Elder Sun and others Tears could not help but flow from her face, and her fingers were trembling as she cried.

"Master!"

Several disciples of Chu Xun also came back. When they came to the big tomb, Jiang Chen was furious and wanted to destroy the big tomb on the spot. He shouted: "Why are you crying? My master is not dead...!"

The dean of the academy stopped him. Looking at the young man with tears streaming down his face, he felt so sad in his heart, and said hoarsely: "Chu Xun has passed away!"

"No!"

"My master is not dead!"

"Even if he dies, I will resurrect him!"

Jiang Chen's face showed determination. He had no shame to look at the big tomb. He couldn't do anything when his master needed it most. He blamed himself and hated it. He came to his practice place, even though the heavenly belt was incomplete. , the rules are disordered, he is still sitting cross-legged and trying hard to meditate and practice, but the tears cannot be controlled no matter what.

"Master!" At this moment, he hugged his legs and curled up there, crying so weakly, like an ignorant and helpless child who was wronged and couldn't find anyone to talk to. The quasi-emperor's cultivation He was originally a giant in the world, but now he was crying like a child, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

…

A large tomb built in Jiuzhou.

Not just this one.

Confucianism.

Florida.

Daozhou.

Zhongzhou.

Too many tombs have been built by people. Some are tombs dedicated to quasi-emperors, praising those majestic figures who flew high into the sky and fought bloody battles with the Supreme Being in the darkness and turmoil. Some are dedicated to ordinary brave men, those who were desperate in times of despair. The figures who stepped forward may be humble, but they are truly remembered.

With the establishment of large tombs one after another, more and more people came to offer sacrifices. Among them, people mainly offered sacrifices to Guangfa Bodhisattva, the ancestors of Jianzhou, and Chu Xun and others. They were really generous. Death, among which Jianzhou Yuanqi was the most disabled.

Unlike other states.

Yuzhou.

War state.

Florida.

Even though it has been destroyed and withered over and over again, and even the rules of Florida have been broken into pieces, it can be said that no one can match Jianzhou in terms of war casualties. Although Yuzhou and Zhanzhou have been continuously purged, the Holy Realm is above The monks are actively escaping and hiding, and even the Supreme Being cannot find them one by one.

So many survived after the war.

On the contrary, it was Jianzhou. During the Dragon King's brutal bloodbath, the loyalty of Jianzhou broke out. With the arrogance of a knight, the seven first-class sword sects, plus the martial arts alliance and high-level sword cultivators scattered throughout Jianzhou, generously went to Jianzhou. Death not only wounded the Dragon King, but that battle also destroyed the foundation of Jianzhou.

The remaining ancestors of the Sword Sect couldn't bear the severe pain and went to chase the Dragon Emperor. No one else could stop him. In the end, he was seriously injured after a battle. After witnessing the Qin Emperor slashing the Dragon Emperor's head, he took revenge. Finally, he closed his eyes with no regrets. From then on, it was difficult to find the monks in the Jianzhou Holy Realm, and the damage was the most serious.

So.

It can be seen that everyone in Jianzhou is dressed in white and every household is plain, but these loyal rangers still do not forget that there is a hero in Huangzhou who is better than them. Although many swordsmen are weak in realm, they rely on their righteousness to cross the border. A state came to worship Chu Xun.

…

Demonic prison.

Second floor.

Chu Xun endured all kinds of washouts of dark and negative emotions, and at the same time he was recovering his tired soul. After a bloody battle with several emperors in one day, Chu Xun suffered a heavy blow to his soul, and he also had more insights, that is The feelings you only understand after truly reaching the imperial realm are completely different from the previous quasi-emperor realm.

Unfortunately.

The stop in the Emperor Realm was too short.

otherwise.

He didn't have to fight until his body collapsed, his spirit almost collapsed, and he was finally sucked into the second level of the Demon Prison. At the same time, he felt the emptiness in his body. Chu Xun was still a little bit disappointed. The World Heart Token was a treasure, no matter where he was. You can receive messages from the World Heart Order anywhere and check changes in the outside world.

The only thing that frustrates him is.

That battle.

Too cruel.

Fighting with the determination to die, he forgot all about himself and even himself was about to collapse. How could he care about these external objects? It seemed that he was beaten into streams of light and spilled outside the area, and a ray of spiritual consciousness was even more. Without even carrying a single thing, he was wrapped up in the devil's prison.

"What a pity!" Chu Xun sighed softly. If the World Heart Token was still in his hand, he could still contact friends outside. But now he stood empty on the second floor of the Demon Prison, with the imprisoned mortal Alomo in front of him.

"Practice!"

He opened his eyes and glanced at the opponent's black armor before giving up the idea of taking action. The pressure brought by it was too much, and he felt that the Samsara Supreme was nothing more than this. He whispered softly: "There is only one ancestor of the Ji family left in the outside world. It should not be able to cause trouble.”

Thinking that this dark turmoil has been calmed down, my heart feels much more peaceful.

Under the wash of this negative emotion.

Guard your mind.

Practice slowly!

…

Of course.

outside world.

Jian Qingzhu, however, sat there in a daze, looking at the token in his hand, with a bitter and complex expression on his face, including initial excitement, complexity and loss. He never expected that he would ask for help After sending it out, I received a reply, and it still didn't belong to any of them.

【number 2! 】The Holy Lady of the Liuli Palace, Li Sheng, also sat there blankly. There were three people in the group who never spoke, and among them was No. 2. However, he did not expect that at this time, at this stage, he would suddenly reply. He just saw that No. 2 After the words he said, he fell into silence again.

[Someone actually has possession of Token No. 2! 】The Palace Master of Huangtian Palace also looked at it extremely complicatedly. More than once, he felt that no one had mastered the tokens No. 1, 2, and 8. But who knew that the No. 2 token was mastered? Does that mean that the other two also have it? A host?

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