Chapter 238

"100000 years."

In fact, the previous 100000 years of solitude had been very long and almost made him despair. However, the days waiting for him seemed to be longer than the previous 100000 years.

When he thought of this, Yemin Jun tapped the handle of the sword gently with his Fingerbone, and then laughed silently. In fact, during this period of time, he recovered well, and his aura could even connect with those broken bones, but he didn't do that.

He just played a splicing game on the battlefield. An array talisman, even if he is afraid of death, even if there is no blood on his fingers, his hands are still so flexible, and he can also use the power of this array.

Yemin Jun cleaned the battlefield.

Once upon a time, he stood on a pile of bones. However, although some of the bones at the bottom were attacking him, more wanted to escape. The instant destruction of that year was Tianyan city. However, the monks in this array were the top strong at that time. Therefore, there were still a few who did not die immediately. However, they became like mortals, without any aura and magic weapons.

They wanted to escape and tried to climb out of the array, but they were blocked by the four long columns. Finally, they died at the edge of the array, turned into white bones and maintained their posture.

When Su Hanjin came in, she saw the real scene in the array. She had seen the twisted skeletons at the edge of the array and the skeletons she wanted to climb out. However, Jin Zhongliang didn't see these at this time. He only saw that white bones piled up into a mountain, and on the top of the mountain, there was a tall skeleton holding a long sword and a rusty iron axe inserted in his ribs, The bones of his whole body were covered with scars, and the black bones also showed that he had been poisoned before. However, even so, he still stood on the pile of bones, although he died.

Jin Zhongliang seemed to see the scene at that time. Countless people besieged him. In the sea of blood, he waved his heavy sword again and again and killed countless enemies. He was wounded all over. His clothes were stained with blood. An axe was cut on his ribs. His eyebrows wrinkled and shook the axe wielder away.

Although he was only one person, the sieges around him were also decreasing. It seemed that a pair of eyes were looking at them in the distance. They looked at the dead men attacking the man in the array madly, laughing wildly, draining the last drop of blood and finally dying.

If it hadn't been for the previous poisoning, maybe he wouldn't have died. He was framed and betrayed. Jin Zhongliang could even feel the tragedy before his death. It was the Dragon trapped in the shallow river and the tiger falling in the flat sun. He was an indomitable strong man who was killed by traitors. The heroic soul did not disperse. Under the bloody setting sun, the scenes were more tragic and shocking.

Kim Jong Il looked solemn. He bowed deeply to the standing white bone in the center of the bone pile. What he did not notice was that there was a small crystal stone shining on each of the four stone pillars. The light was fleeting, and even his divine consciousness could not capture it.

Yemin Jun saw Jin Zhongliang like this and knew that he had used the right move. Before she said that someone would come to save him, Yemin Jun had been thinking that since it was to save him, that person should belong to the right friars. In that case, he naturally could not expose his past actions. Although those people deserved it, Yemin Jun was not a good man. Of course, he never thought he was a villain, It can only be said that he is a man of his heart.

Follow your heart, how happy you are.

Now that the first step worked, it was not in vain. He worked hard to piece together bones to improve the array. Thinking of this, Yemin Jun smiled in his heart, but he didn't take the initiative to speak.

Jin Zhongliang felt very strange. He only remembered that he was fighting with the person who wanted to force the flower string music. The person was very powerful. He was seriously injured every time he attacked. However, he didn't want to retreat, and he didn't want to hide in the extinction tower, just because he didn't want to lose it again.

He must fight. However, the man's attack became more and more severe, which made him confused, and he just felt that his consciousness was gradually drifting away. He only remembered the sea of fire at the last moment, devouring him with the power to destroy everything, and then his consciousness dissipated completely. When he was awake, he appeared here.

The afterlife? Is he dead? Who was that voice just now? Jin Zhongliang frowned. His eyes were fixed on the man in the array again. Was it him? His throat moved, his voice dry and said, "elder, is that you?"

"It's me." the previous voice appeared in Kim Jong Il's brain again. The voice was very weak and made his eyebrows lock deeper.

"Senior, how can I leave here?" although there was a moment of doubt before, Jin Zhongliang didn't think he was dead. He had flesh and blood. He even felt his heartbeat. Although his body seemed a little strange, he was alive.

"If you can come here before I dissipate, you are the heir of my destiny." Yemin Jun sighed, "boy, come here and come to me."

The voice seemed to have a mysterious power. Jin Zhongliang walked forward without hesitation, stepped on the white bones and climbed up the bone pile. He stood in front of the skeleton and looked at its empty eyes.

"I don't want my Daofu skill to disappear, but if you want to accept my inheritance, you must also agree to my conditions." Yemin Jun's voice suddenly increased, "learn my things, you can leave here. If you can't learn, you'll be trapped here forever."

Jin Zhongliang's eyes flashed, "I don't know what the elder's condition is?"

"Avenge me!" Yemin Jun said sternly, "even if those betrayers are no longer alive, I want their descendants to repay them! They slaughtered my whole city for interests. If they don't revenge, my soul will never get real rest."

"Do you promise or not, do you promise or not, do you promise or not!"

The voice echoed again and again in his mind, more and more sad, which damaged his divine consciousness. For a moment, his face was as white as paper. Jinzhong's conscience was shocked. He blurted out, "I promise you."

As soon as the voice fell, the skeleton before the meeting moved.

He slowly raised his hand. There was no power in the finger bones, and he couldn't feel any spiritual power fluctuation. What was it going to do? Jin Zhongliang looked at it in amazement, and then found that its phalanx was pressed on his head.

Kim Jong Il didn't actually feel any threat, but he felt a little strange. There seems to be a breeze and warm current in the Fingerbone, which makes him recover slowly from his previous injury. With the breeze, there seems to be some array formulas. Is this inheritance?

Jin Zhongliang only felt that he was bathed in a warm sun and the wind was blowing, which relaxed his tense nerves and gradually made his face bloody. The corners of his mouth were lifted and his smile slowly bloomed.

Such warmth reminded him of the past.

He and his younger martial sister lay head to head on the grass and looked at the blue sky overhead. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)