Chapter 4129: I am buried?

Xiao Fan stared at the half jade card, unable to calm down for a long time.
"Brother, do you understand now?" Luangu smiled stupidly and said: "Your surname is buried, this is the first time I have seen this surname.
You see that you have temporarily lost your memory anyway, and the jade card is also cut off. I will call you'burial' from now on. Would you mind it? "
Xiao Fan stared at Chaos in a dumbfounded manner, but his heart was as if being roared by countless thunder, shaking his soul violently.
"No?" Xiao Fan frowned, his head shaking like a rattle.
Call yourself a funeral?
Or is it the name Luan Gu gave himself by this fool?
Is this really a coincidence?
Xiao Fan didn't know, he felt that his worldview was severely impacted.
Funeral, that is the hero in his heart, why did he suddenly become this name?
In the First War of the Ancients, countless monks died tragically, and all the dead heroes were buried and erected on monuments, so that the heroes' bones were not exposed to the sun or trampled by wild beasts.
This achievement is worthy of respect for Human Race.
Moreover, Xiao Fan also saw the funeral, and the funeral gifted him thousands of sacred blood to help him cultivate the Nine Changes of Asura.
Now telling him that that person is himself, how does this make Xiao Fan believe?
"No, that funeral is definitely not me." Xiao Fan denied in his heart, telling himself over and over again.
However, at the next moment, Xiao Fan recalled the appearance of the dead monk and compared it with the appearance of the buried.
Although his face is still slightly immature now, and the burial he saw was middle-aged and relatively mature, after careful comparison, Xiao Fan really found that the two faces were almost identical.
Am I really buried?
And have seen myself?
Xiao Fan couldn't accept this fact for a while, and always felt that something was wrong. Could this be God's endless purpose?
"No, the funeral said that I have waited for a million years, but now it is the ancient period, and the age I am in is countless millions of years. Did I live from the ancient period to the ancient period?" Xiao Fan quickly analyzed his heart.
But when he thought that he was only in the tributary of the river of time and space, maybe he could really survive into the ancient times.
Moreover, in addition to his appearance, one thing can indeed prove that he is very similar to the funeral.
That is the type of endless blood fusion!
Xiao Fan clearly remembered that Funeral once said that he melted nearly nine thousand kinds of divine blood.
Xiao Fan now has nearly nine thousand kinds of blood that he has merged with?
However, when Xiao Fan thought of the dialogue with himself at the beginning of the funeral, he didn't know him at all, he was a little suspicious.
He has now returned to the long river of history with all his memories. If he arranged all this specially, he shouldn't be unable to remember himself!
Everyone can forget, how can they forget themselves?
Xiao Fan couldn't understand this point, and couldn't explain it at all. This is why he still didn't think he was buried!
"It should be just a coincidence." Xiao Fan still chose not to believe it in his heart.
"Burial, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Xiao Fan distracted, he couldn't help showing worry in the chaos, "Did you recover your memory?"
Xiao Fan was a little upset. He wanted to tell Luan Gu that he was not a funeral, but his name was Xiao Fan.
But this name, if it stays, is destined to change history, and I can't pay such a high price for a name.
However, he couldn't say his name, so he admitted in disguise that he was "buried".
"I'm fine." Xiao Fan shook his head.
With a swish, a bright light rose into the sky in the distance, turning into a firework blooming in the void, which can be seen tens of thousands of miles away.
"Go, the battalion commander has summoned us." Luangu's face sank, and then he waved his hand, and a large amount of earth and rock churned up and buried the mass grave in front of him.
Now it is a time of war, and you can only dispose of the corpse casually. This is already a respect for the dead.
Looking at the mass graves in front of him, Xiao Fan had an inexplicable thought for some reason.
What I am doing now seems to be no different from what I remembered as the funeral.
He tried his best to deny, but the trajectories of the two are becoming more and more similar.
Abandoning this idea, Xiao Fan followed the chaos to skyrocket and flew towards the signal.
After a while, the two descended into a valley where many monks were already waiting, but most of them were seriously injured.
"Is this the only people left in the tenth camp?" Luan Gu couldn't help sighing as he looked at the scattered figures in the valley.
Seeing that Xiao Fan was somewhat pervasive, he explained: "Before the war, our 10th Battalion had 200,000 emperors, but now there are only a few thousand left."
When Xiao Fan heard the words, his eyelids jumped wildly, this loss is too great, right?
"Who are we fighting with?" Xiao Fan said solemnly, with a heavy heart.
In fact, he already had a kind of conjecture in his mind, he just wanted to get confirmation from Luan Gu's mouth.
"Of course it is the of the Demon Race." Luangu said viciously, "Burial, you can forget everything, but we must not forget who our enemy is!"
Xiao Fan could feel the unforgettable hatred of Luangu.
If the Luangu in front of him were really the Great Luangu that he had never seen before, Xiao Fan admitted that he had changed his view of him.
"Different demon?" Xiao Fan murmured. Sure enough, the strange demon had already invaded the Primordial God Realm as early as the Primordial Age.
"The name of the different demons is good! However, we have always been used to calling them garbage, a group of garbage, and also want to occupy the great rivers and mountains of my ancient gods." Luangu was very angry.
For some reason, Xiao Fan remembered Hun Yuan's name for the alien monster, which seemed to be "garbage."
Perhaps in the Primordial Era, they did not have the title of Alien.
"By the way, I just received the news that our tenth battalion is about to be disbanded. I am going to break through the Great Realm and join other battle camps. What about you?" Luangu suddenly thought of something.
When Xiao Fan came to Taikoo, he didn't have too many goals. He just wanted to understand some secrets he didn't know.
"Wait until I break through the Great Emperor." Xiao Fan thought for a while.
Taikoo's history, his low-grade Yuanzun, is powerless to change. What he can do is to obtain more information from Taikoo.
"I hope we can still fight together in the future." Luan Gu patted Xiao Fan on the shoulder.
Not long after, the commander of the 10th Battalion appeared, and the 10th Battalion was officially disbanded.
Xiao Fan saw many people crying, but they couldn't change anything at all. Nearly two hundred thousand Great Emperor Realm died. This was an irreversible defeat.
They all wanted to stay, but the Heavenly Sword Palace would not allow it.
In the end, everyone left silently.
Luan Gu wanted to be with Xiao Fan, but Xiao Fan tactfully refused.
For a long time, only a few people from Xiao Fan remained in the valley. "Taigu, what is hiding?" Xiao Fan looked at the gloomy sky and resolutely left the valley.