A dark world, a gloomy moonlight.

Hundreds of ghost cultivators stand here. Their clan is still white, so everyone is dressed in white and gather neatly together. The front looks like a white patch.

That celestial being was obviously the leader among them. When every beauty tribe ghost cultivator looked at her, their eyes were filled with awe.

She hid her hands in her sleeves, raised her head slightly, and her posture was calm and dignified, like an emperor who was about to ascend the throne, climbing up the steps built of white marble, walking step by step towards his own throne.

Finally, she stopped and stood in the center of everyone's attention.

She raised her hands high and made a weird movement.

As a result, all the ghost cultivators fell to their knees.

That heavenly being's sweet voice, but without the slightest emotion, echoed in the night and the wilderness. She spoke an obscure and simple language, with a lot of trills in it. What exactly did she say? I am

She couldn't understand, but the expression on her face became more and more pious. The moonlight fell on her face, making the bone spurs extending from her chin look a little transparent, giving people a sense of sanctity.

.

As she spoke, many beautiful ghost cultivators who knelt on the ground began to cry.

Then, the heavenly being turned around and suddenly headed into the distance. The low and suppressed cries of the many beautiful ghost cultivators suddenly stopped. They surrounded each other, followed closely behind the heavenly being, and gradually disappeared into the darkness step by step.

This is definitely a very weird scene.

"It's very much like a worship ceremony. Those ghost cultivators are crying, but they may not be really sad. Look at the ghost cultivator standing at the back. I can see her face clearly. She is kneeling on the ground, holding a

She covered her face with her sleeves and was sobbing, but there was only thunder and no rain, and there was no trace of sadness on her face.

This feels like to me - when someone dies in the village, during the funeral, even relatives and friends who have not interacted with each other for eight lifetimes have to hold the coffin and cry twice, and they have to look like they are alive.

, it seems that if he doesn't cry and howl, this person is just a wolf-hearted person.

I once saw an aunt crying perseveringly after the coffin. While crying, she beat her chest and shouted, "Second uncle, why did you leave?" She was really hoarse and she had to be supported by someone, otherwise she would look like someone with that posture.

It will pass...

As a result, someone next to her reminded her that it was the second aunt who died and the second uncle was not dead.

The aunt was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "Second aunt, why did you leave?" As far as she was concerned, it didn't make any difference whether she was the second aunt or the second uncle. Anyway, her emotions were already there, so of course she had to cry well.

Already.

It's the same here.

Well, this shouldn't be an accident. They probably do this every time they wake up, and it has become a routine. You can also understand that this is their...custom?"

I rubbed my chin and said this, then looked at Qingzhu and said, "What do you think?"

"Nothing particularly great.

That heaven was a heavenly being during its lifetime, so it maintained the image of a heavenly being after death. However, it did not completely inherit the power of its physical body. As a ghost cultivator, it became much weaker than it was during its lifetime. It is now less than half a step ahead of a heavenly master.

ability.

However, the average strength of these ghosts is not weak, and the lowest ones have abilities equivalent to the Xuanwei level. Only a few have stepped into the Guiding, and beyond that, only that heavenly being is almost half a step of heavenly master.

We are not afraid of them if we fight alone, but if they are swarmed, we cannot resist them."

Qingzhu fixedly looked at the direction in which the ghost cultivators left, pondered for a moment, and said: "Extreme masters don't exist, so there is room for maneuver. Follow them and see what they are going to do."

She twisted her wrist and found a pile of thin leaves in her long and white palm. The leaves were long and slender, like bamboo leaves, but they exuded a strange fragrance.

"Everyone wears one. As long as they are not consciously looking for us, it is almost impossible to find us."

I took the bamboo leaves and counted them. No more, no less, just one for each person. After I distributed them, I took the lead in following the direction in which the beauties and ghost cultivators left.

They gathered together and moved very slowly. Not long after, we saw them again. Even with the protection provided by the green bamboo, I was as cautious as possible and always kept a distance of nearly a hundred meters from these ghost cultivators.

The family followed them slowly and slowly, wandering farther and farther into the jungle as they wandered.

With such a group of "ferocious gods" opening the way ahead, naturally no blind monster jumped out to provoke, and the journey was very peaceful.

Gradually, scattered building debris began to appear in the dense jungle.

There is a huge stone pillar that collapsed in the woods. It looks like a gorgeous watch. There are many carvings on it. The carvings are also some weird things, such as something like a tiger, but it has only one eye, and its tail is like a horse, but it is very long.

On the ground, another flower looks like a human face...

These compositions look weird and weird, and are unheard of. They should be creatures from the legends of the Liren tribe. They have special meaning to them, otherwise they would not be carved on the buildings.

There are also many stone piles, but those stones are regular and have obvious artificial traces. They are not naturally formed stone piles. Many years ago, they should have been buildings similar to houses.

There are more and more ruins of such buildings, which tells me from the side that we have truly stepped into the original ruins of the Beauty Kingdom.

Soon, those beautiful ghost cultivators entered a valley. There was a large pit in the valley, like a mine, with a large number of stones piled around it and collapsed stone pillars intertwined with each other.

"This must have been a very grand palace in the past, but it has completely collapsed. After cleaning, stones and pillars were piled around it, forming a place similar to a mine."

I made this inference in my mind.

Those beauties had already entered the pit, and I quickly climbed up the extremely high stone piles piled around the pit. Looking down from the top, I could see clearly what was going on in the pit.

Sure enough, this big pit has been cleaned up. There are no building remains below. The ground is paved with flat stones. In other words, the stone paved ground is left over from the original palace. The palace collapsed, but the ground

There was no damage, but after all, it was not taken care of and cleaned up all the time. Weeds stubbornly came out of the gaps in the stones and grew extremely tall, making the place still look desolate and desolate.

A huge high platform was built in the center of the pit. Both the leading heavenly being and the other beauties were bowing down to the high platform.

On the high platform, there was a shining golden person sitting cross-legged...
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