Chapter 234 Yin Bing

"How can there be these things in the ancient great resting place?" When the head of the Spirit Palace saw these soldiers holding halbers in their hands and wearing black armor, the look on his face also became very gloomy and dignified, and his body standing in place couldn't help retreating several steps one after another...

And just as Murong Hua's body began to retreat, those soldiers in black armor had rushed out of the huge cave in front of them and rushed to the alchemists in the southern barbarian land,

The night god sacrifice and the night god brother and sister, at this time, also followed the old man of the gravekeeper hiding in a narrow and deep passage, paying close attention to the situation of those southern barbarian spiritualists,

"Senior, those things, well, what are those soldiers?" The pupils of the night god sacrifice also operated to the extreme at this time. Under the strong pupils, the night god sacrifice clearly saw the soldiers who had been buried in the ground for thousands of years, and even clearly saw the dark faces of these soldiers and the blood-colored pupils.

"That is the strongest soldiers under the command of the ancient power. Before the death of the ancient power, they used forbidden skills to turn them all into immortal bodies, and bury them together with themselves in the mausoleum, so that these soldiers will become the yin soldiers who will forever guard the resting place of the ancient power..."< /P>

The crazy old man, the gravekeeper, looked up at the group of Yin soldiers. Finally, a rare trace of pity appeared on the vicissitudes of his face. He sighed slightly and explained to the Night God Festival,

"Yin soldiers, I didn't expect that these soldiers would be born and die in front of their master, and there would be no peace after death..." After hearing the old man of the gravekeeper say the origin of these soldiers in black armor, he couldn't help but feel a sigh on his beautiful face.

In the eyes of those ancient power, maybe these soldiers are just a group of dogs raised in front of them, so those ancient power will also make these soldiers their burial objects after their death,

In the eyes of the Night God Festival, even though his hands are stained with the blood of many people today, compared with these ancient people, the Night God Festival is already a very kind person,

But if you think about it carefully, it's not surprising that the world is full of the unequal rules of the jungle. In the eyes of those ancient powerful people, only they are the most important, and all sentient beings in the world, even the loyal soldiers who have been following them, It's the same in their eyes. It's just the props used by them.

The scene seen in front of me at this time reminds the Night God Festival of a sentence I saw in a broken ancient book when I was a child, "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and everything is a crippling dog..."

"Is heaven and earth not benevolent? There is indeed no one to benevolence in this world. Although a generation of patriarchs, Ye Shenming, divided the world into six in order to end the war, the people's surnames are evil. People's surnames are not killed for themselves, and people's surnames are the most happy to bully the weak... This world is like this, even if the whole The destruction of the world cannot change the essence of the world..."

The eyes of the night god sacrifice with weak blood light look a little clearer at this time. It seems that the world in his eyes has become more transparent than ever before at this moment, so transparent that the night god sacrifice can see the essence of the whole world clearly, although sometimes it can be seen more clearly. Chu means more and more desperate for this miserable world...

"Maybe we can remove the array in this ancient ruins, so that these Yin soldiers do not need to stay here, and they can get rid of the shackles of thousands of years and escape into the six reincarnations..."

Just as the look on the face of the night god sacrifice became more gloomy, standing behind the night god sacrifice, a pair of delicate little hands tightly holding the night god sacrifice's arm, but suddenly opened his red lips and said in a crisp voice,

"Hahaha, you little girl is very interesting, interesting, hahaha." The crazy old man, the old man, who heard that the night gods wanted to save these ghosts whose souls had been bound to save themselves for thousands of years, burst into laughter, and even stretched out his hand and patted his thigh,

"What's the matter? Did Linger say it wrong?" Hearing the laughter from the old man who guarded the tomb, the night god couldn't help squeezing into the arms of the night god sacrifice with some fear, and looked at the night god sacrifice with a pair of moving eyes. "Brother, is Linger really wrong? These Yin soldiers have been trapped here for thousands of years. Shouldn't their souls be solved from this ancient relic? Let it out."

"Hey hey, little girl, what you said is not wrong at all. The reason why I laughed loudly is that this is the first time I heard this from a little girl's mouth in hundreds of years..." The night god sacrifice didn't have time to speak, and the old man who kept the gravekeeper had taken over the question of the night god. " Maybe it's not your little doll that is wrong, but the world, and it's also these evil soldiers..."

"Oh, senior, what you mean, are you saying that these Yin soldiers are all to blame themselves?"

When the night god sacrifice heard this, the look on his face gradually calmed down. No matter what the world was like, he only needed to know that his favorite sister was still by his side safely, and the people he cared about were still alive.

"These Yin soldiers were all powerful alchemists before their lives. The reason why they have become today's people are not ghosts. In the final analysis, it's just because they followed the wrong person." When the old man, the gravekeeper, said this, he couldn't help laughing softly again, raising his head and drinking a big sip of wine. "If they hadn't followed those ancient power, they would not have become what they are today. It can also be said that when they chose to follow those ancient power, they were doomed. Their fate today..."

"The old predecessors mean that these are the karma of their decisions, which can also be said to be causal reincarnation, right?" The night god sacrifice couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard the words, and then a touch of understanding gradually appeared on his face. Looking at the crazy old man who looked at the gravekeeper and asked,

"Hey hey, what I said comes casually. It's hard to have what you said." Originally, the night god sacrifice thought that this crazy old man would praise himself, but he didn't expect that the crazy old man just smiled. Then he turned his head to concentrate on drinking, and ignored the exploration of the night god sacrifice,