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"In the spring of the Great Tribulation calendar, two yuan and nine hundred and ninety-nine years, the Western Desolation Demon Abyss changed, and the dark creatures once again came into the world, raging the world, slaughtering the creatures, and the ancestral monks entered the wilderness with swords. After ten years of fighting, the dark creatures returned to the Demon Abyss. , It’s still quiet!"
　　 "Huge history, righteousness persists, this monument is set up to honor the ancestors!"
　　 "Dao Yixian Zuhong is a real person, the heroic spirit is immortal, and will last forever!"
　　 "The ancestor of the immortal ancestor of the Qing Dynasty, the heroic spirit is immortal and will last forever!"
　　 "Forgotten Island Saint Lady Biluo fairy, immortal spirits, eternal life!"
　　 "The Great Devil Sect is too great an ancestor, the heroic spirit is immortal, and will last forever!"
　　 "The Nineth Heaven Emperor Xuangu supreme, the heroic spirit is immortal, eternal life!"
　　 "Kunlun war fairy purple pupil Wu Sheng, the heroic spirit is immortal, eternal life!"
　　 "Snowfield Sword Immortal Emperor Fu Xuandu, the heroic spirit is immortal, eternal life!"
　　 "Eternal Night Demon Lord Blood Demon old monster, the spirit is immortal, eternal life!"
　　 "......"
　　 "......"
There was a trace of the setting sun hanging in the foothills, but there was a twilight between the sky and the earth, the simple and empty square, the shadow of the blue stone monument that could not be seen at a glance was pulled by the last ray of evening light, and intertwined. , Like endless darkness!
　　The monument is an extremely hard and undamaged black stone, and the words on the monument are written with blood.
　　 The content is very simple, there are only a few words, and it's all over.
　　 But there are many monuments, which are spread far and wide, one by one, extending to the deepest part of Shenshan.
　　Every monument represents the end of countless lives!
Since the beginning of the Demon Abyss, every three thousand years, this world will usher in a catastrophe that lasts for ten years. Every three thousand years, countless people will fall on the land that has been soaked with blood in Xihuang. , They are either immortal venerable masters, amazing wizards, or immortal sages, or notorious demons, but in the end, they will fall before that demon for the same purpose , A whole body of smoke disappeared, and finally turned into a small line of writing on the monument!
　　 "More than three thousand years ago, the strength of the spiritual world reached its peak, there were countless Yuan infants, gods came out, and there were no fewer than ten Mahayana gods!"
　　 "But after the advent of the catastrophe in those ten years, not to mention the gods and the Mahayana, it was the ancestor of Yuanying, and there were only a few people left..."
　　 "... countless fairy ancestors, countless ancestors, all fell in that decade!"
　　 "Their death in those ten years has earned us three thousand years of life!"
An old man in a white robe, his fingers slowly stroked over the edge of the monument, and turned around slowly. In front of him, there were rows of young men with firm looks and solemn faces, His gaze swept over the faces of these young men, his voice lowered, but it seemed as if he had added an invisible force: "Soon, it's our turn to die and change the lives of future generations!"
　　 Listening to the heavy words of the old man, all the monks in the field looked a little dignified...
　　Imitated the ancestors, sprinkled my blood, and guarded the world, it was a natural thing...
　　 But can this big disaster really be able to resist the past?
　　Three hundred years ago, the great chaos on the top of Kunlun Mountain really caused this practice industry to lose too much high-end combat power...
　　 "I know, you don't have much confidence in this battle..."
The old man seemed to see the contemplation in their hearts, and sighed in a low voice: "Originally this time, we also had enough strength to ensure that this tragedy passed through in a panic, but three hundred years ago, four The Great Immortal Gate, the Three Great Devil Sects, and the masters of the inheritance of Dan, Qi, Fu, and Zhen, can be regarded as more than 70% of the masters in the practice world. However, after ten years of retreat, there was a chaos in the end, which made none of these people alive..."
　　 "But we still have hope!"
The old man raised his head and slowly glanced at the crowd: "It is said that they have succeeded, and they recorded the methods they had studied in the past ten years in a book called "Dao Yuan Zhen Jie" "In the scriptures, as long as we can find the "Dao Yuan Zhen Jie", we can use the methods inside to not only resist the catastrophe, but also hope to resolve the catastrophe forever!"
　　 These words, the straight talk was silent, the atmosphere was solemn, and all the expressions were fanatical!
　　 "The Cultivation Realm can't end in the hands of my generation, it is to dig the ground three feet, and also have to find that wonderful book!"
　　 "Leave it alone and resist the catastrophe..."
　　 "Either become a ghost under robbery, or be a fairy of robbery!"