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The ice and snow have already melted, and the earth has ushered in a new weather. All things are reviving and vigorous. However, in the ancient battlefield, it is still turbid and gloomy as before. It seems that the weather of life has not changed much in the past ten thousand years.

Roar!

The giant beast, tens of feet tall, came out from the depths of the mountains. When it moved, the whole earth was shaking. But when it passed a certain area, it stopped for a moment and bypassed it directly.

Not long after, a huge demon bird came flying, flapping its wings, one hundred and eight thousand li, very fast, also around here.

It seems that there is a terrible existence hidden in this area. They dare not step on it easily.

After a long time, everything was quiet.

I don't know how long after that, a loud noise suddenly came out from the deep of the mountain, and the earth was shaking for tens of miles.

Roar

The roar was majestic, breaking the clouds, and the incomparable momentum spread out, crushing the ancient battlefield. The fierce beasts felt it from a long distance. It was extremely shaking and frightening.

Old poor and strange.

No, to be exact, it was a poor and strange man whose life was hanging down and about to fall. But hundreds of years ago, somehow, his injury suddenly improved and his cultivation deepened. He stepped into the ranks of demon saints half a year ago.

This is a terrible thing.

In such an era, it is undoubtedly the greatest requirement for talent and luck to be able to enter the holy land.

Now listening to its roar, it seems to be getting stronger.

Not far away, the golden beast grinned: "old poor Qi is lucky, got that kind of inheritance."

Wei Yutong looks inexplicable. He doesn't say anything. He goes deep into the ancient battlefield in an instant.

Whoa!

Old poor Qi stood up, dozens of feet tall, all over the muscles, like a dragon dormant, tall, towering, more like an ancient giant, it has a deep vision, staring at the distant sky.

Hundreds of years later, he finally succeeded.

Ha ha

He thought of the black swordsman, the little guy who gave him the dragon ball in the past. How is it now?

"Patriarch."

Many young and poor people came here to see the patriarch revived again. They were so excited that they couldn't speak.

"I'm fine," he said with a smile

I don't know how many tribulations and hardships are contained in the simple three words. However, those have become the past. In the years to come, he will lead the poor and strange together and return to the peak again.

Holy land is indeed a powerful realm!

Eh?

Suddenly, he noticed a certain direction, saw the figure of the golden beast, the corner of his mouth could not help but raise.

Speaking of it, this little guy has been here several times!

He laughed.

Soon the golden beast with Wei Yutong came here, he raised his head: "the elder broke through again."

The old poor strange mouth corner a smoke: "cannot compare with you."

Yes, he can't be compared with big head, because big head has already stepped into the holy land. He is a proper strongman of holy land.

The golden beast ignored this sentence and said, "this little girl is looking for you."

Eh?

The old poor Qi looked at Wei Yutong. The latter took a deep breath and calmed down. He stepped forward and took out the broken sky sword. He said, "go down to Wei Yutong again. He belongs to Qingshan disciple and Yan's disciple. My master ordered me to come here to ask if the light of the broken sky can still bloom?"

Hearing the words behind, old poor Qi's body trembled faintly. His eyes became complicated, and he was staring at the sword in Wei Yutong's hand.

Broken sky sword.

That is the guardian of the poor and strange people!

It is said that when the poor and strange were born, the broken sky was accompanied by them. Long years ago, when they lost the battle, the broken sky became a magic weapon in the hands of others.

Over the years, they didn't want to take back the magic soldiers.

Until now

Time passed so long that they almost forgot.

Old poor Qi took a deep breath and suppressed all kinds of things in his heart. With a big wave of his hand, the broken sky rushed over. He held the broken sky tightly, but he could not speak.

After a long time, the old poor wizard asked, "is the green mountain still there?"

Wei Yutong replied, "yes."

Old poor Qi slightly shakes his head: "perhaps no more." Others may not know, but how can he not? The broken sky is the Castle Peak, and the Castle Peak is the broken sky. When the broken sky sword leaves the Castle Peak, it means that the Castle Peak is no longer.

What do you mean?

Wei Yutong is puzzled.

Old poor strange way: "broken sky sword is the lifeblood of Castle Peak, without broken sky, Castle Peak will not be Castle Peak again."

Wei Yutong opened his mouth slightly, and suddenly thought of something. His figure trembled, his steps retreated and he turned to rush to the outside world, but he was stopped by the golden beast.Old poor Qi said: "this should be your master's arrangement, he wants you to stay away from there."

Hum!

Old poor Qi threw the broken sky sword down and said to her, "you are the body of the sword. There is a sword in your heart. It is appropriate to give the broken sky sword to you."

Wei Yutong is sad.

He said: "it's not the magic weapon that can't fade out of the sky, but it's not a magic weapon that can't be broken in the sky."

In fact, since the first generation of king of war, no one can really bloom the light of breaking the sky.

For the broken sky sword, it is undoubtedly a kind of sadness.

Wei Yutong is silent and flustered.

"Wait a minute," sighed the golden beast

The green hills are gone.

The news came out as early as two months ago. The whole land of gods and Demons was shocked. Even some powerful people didn't believe it. So they went to find out. As a result, they saw a desolate green mountain, and no one left.

No one can understand what happened, but they all know the truth.

Boom!

Half a month later, there was a terrible sense of killing in the high altitude of the Castle Peak. A holy king of the divine family came. When his wings spread, the whole sky became bloody and ferocious.

On the desolate green hill, Yan stands still, with long hair and hunting clothes. The whole person is very calm. At the moment when he raises his head, he laughs.

Kill!

There is no words, only a cold word, the majestic meaning of killing, directly submerged here.

This is a contest between saints and kings. The only difference is that the strongmen of the protoss seem to have brought powerful warriors. When they recover, they suppress the way of the sky.

A terrible war lasted for three days and three nights, covering hundreds of thousands of miles. People in this area left here and no one dared to approach.

Until the fourth day, the war was finally over.

The first one who came back here was a former disciple of Qingshan. He was over the age of Huajia. He was crying with tears all over his face, just like a child. His tears had already wet his clothes. Finally, he knelt down at the foot of the green mountain, very sad.

Lu Lu's disciples came back, crying as well.

On this day, the sky was dim and there was no light, just like their mood.