Artifact Smuggling Specialist

No reason to fight, the most inexplicable war on the entire continent, the records of this type of war in the history of the mainland tend to be modeled, Zuo Lan has always felt that this is a big doubt.

The name itself is rather odd.

There is no reason to fight, how can there be no reason for war in the world?It can only always be said that the reasons for war are unknown to ordinary people.

That's why ordinary people call it a war without reason.

Zuo Lan just suddenly wanted to know why there was no reason to fight.

His heartbeat had completely calmed down when his fingers rested on the flagpole of the flag.

Sometimes, you don't know what you want, but when you meet, everything is already clear.

Just like at this moment, Zuo Lan knew that he wanted to talk about life with this flag.

The mountain of corpses at the foot just squirmed for a while, although it worried the people watching Zuo Lan below to the extreme, but this trend did not continue, it was just a momentary thing.

When everything subsided, the entire ancient character secret realm had become extremely quiet, and everyone could only hear their own heartbeat and breathing.

The wind is still blowing.

The fluttering banner has an ancient desolation and solemnity.

The voice Zuo Lan heard began to expand between his eardrums, continuously.

bang, bang, bang...

The sound of heartbeat, like some living thing has been jumping on the bloody surface, the moment Zuo Lan closed his eyes, the world also died.

There is a saying in the ancients that the utensils that have lasted for thousands of years, one is the most firm, the other is the most soft, and the third is the infinite.

This flag is neither firm nor soft, but it has been here for many years, so what remains on this flag is Wuji, right?

If there is nothing, there is no limit, and if there is, there is endless.

There is no limit beyond the limitless, and there is no limitless within the limitless.Infinity and infinity, and infinity and infinity.

Infinity means chaos, but infinity means infinity.

Because there is infinity, it is eternal.

Time stands still in the infinite, so this banner can stand here for a long time.

Zuo Lan's fingers slowly touched the top of the flagpole, there were fine dents, without feeling it, there was a strange feeling - Wuji.

This flag is actually called Wuji.

Is it a Horcrux?Not even a Horcrux.

This kind of thing should be beyond the rules of the Soul Continent.

Originally ordinary things, after years of long-term baptism, possess a kind of mysterious and unpredictable power.

The greatest thing in the world is not the gods, but time.

In such a state of silence, a soul array quietly appeared under Zuo Lan, and it was slowly rotating at a changing speed. Whether it was fast or slow, I felt that the rotation of the soul array was Between the misty and misty, it is impossible to figure out the speed and trajectory of its rotation.

No one bothered Zuo Lan anymore, the rest of the people just had a casual discussion and went to different places, leaving Xue Chongshi to watch here, afraid of any accidents.

Zuo Lan always likes to act aggressive and do some weird things at such times.

Xue Chongshi turned his head and looked at Jiang, who was looking for the scoreboard, took a wrong look, then turned his head again, the soul crystal in his palm twirled, and then retracted it into his sleeve.

The light of the silver-gray soul array is not dazzling, and the size and shape of Zuo Lan's soul array can be clearly seen. The white chess pieces scurrying around on the soul array seem to have become much more docile.Xue Chongshi suddenly remembered that these little things seemed to have not come out to show their presence for a long time.

Under Xue Chongshi's gaze, the soul formation in front slowly changed.

Where Zuo Lan was sitting, in the center of the soul array, a large light blue jade plate slowly appeared, the corners were still a little fuzzy, with a radius of more than three feet, and it seemed that it hadn't grown much.

This jade plate is undoubtedly Zuo Lan's Yuqing Octopus Plate.

Letting the jade plate spin, Zuo Lan's consciousness has entered a very strange space.

From this ancient banner, Zuo Lan could smell the blood and smoke of war, and there seemed to be the sound of killing in his ears.

The illusion seems to appear in this way.

This flag also seems to have feelings.

Zuo Lan seems to have become such a flag, Wuji.At the moment when the environment appeared, he was Wuji.

Endless and chaotic, it is the appearance of the chaos of heaven and earth when it first opened.

Zuo Lan felt that he was being held by someone, ran forward, and then was inserted into the ground, deeply, but it felt like a fragile sapling.

When he saw both sides of the plain, many, many people suddenly appeared, the light of the soul array lit up, the light of the Horcrux lit up, and the light of the soul art also lit up...

What he couldn't see clearly was the expressions of those people, but he seemed to be able to hear their voices.

I didn't understand what happened at first, but countless people passed by Zuo Lan, and he fell down countless times, was picked up again, or thrown into the fire, or re-inserted on the ground, or crossed with a long knife His skin left indelible scars and irreparable gaps...

His body began to show signs of dilapidation and scorching, covered with dust and blood, but his consciousness became more and more clear, it was a feeling of existence.

He, a banner, exists between the heaven and the earth under the name of Wuji.

What my eyes see is the changes in this world; what my ears hear is the suffering in this world; what my heart feels is the desires in this world.

Indescribable desire.

Those people, do they want power?no.Because their heads have been cut off by other people's weapons.

Do those people want power?no.Because they are nothing more than nobody commanded by others.

Do those people want to live forever?no.Because their bodies have long been buried in this endless loess.

War, war for seemingly no reason.

He witnessed everything happening with his own body.

Happened countless times, ended countless times, and began countless times...

An undying loop.

No one knew that he was watching. In the eyes of these soul cultivators, he was just a flag, a flag that had gone through the flames of war and was riddled with holes, but could barely be planted on the ground.So he survived by luck and has been here forever.

His body was with the bones for a long time.

I don't know how many years after the war, he looked at the changing situation here, at the land that was originally covered with blood, and slowly grew tender grass sprouts, and at the same time they withered and flourished...

Time passed silently, and he finally had a clearer and clearer consciousness. He began to feel that he was the king of this ancient battlefield.

Still he couldn't go.

He's seen it all happen, and he can't leave yet.

Until one day, people with little lights suddenly appeared on the horizon, seven or seven 49 lights, seven or seven 49 individuals, with a kind of faith and devotion in their expressions, walking from one side of the sky to the other.

It seems that no one can see him, Wuji, Zuo Lan.

From one side of the sky to the other.

They disappeared, but he still remembered the pious expressions of the 49ers.

After a long, long time, he raised his head, feeling the cold wind blowing, wind, frost, rain and snow, carving him even older.

Occasionally, he would see an eye in the sky above his head, a big, big, big eye.He was sure that those were the eyes of the gods, overlooking the whole world.

Later, the 49ers became 47, 37...

Wuji thinks about many things, such as what kind of existence he is, he stands upright between the heaven and the earth.

He tried to communicate with the owner of the eye in the sky, but he appeared less and less frequently and stayed for less and less time.

He wants to ask, are you tired?

But he couldn't speak.

In the whole world, there are countless people who want to talk to the gods, but the gods cannot take care of everyone.

Every once in a while, those who lighted the lamps would walk from one end to the other. Over time, his pleasure became counting the number of people, twice or three times at a time... sometimes more, sometimes less... but overall The trend is less and less.

When there is only one person, that eye will no longer appear.

Recalling it in a trance, when that eye appeared for the last time, it seemed a little bit tired, but also a little bit relieved.

A very strange feeling, right?It's a pity that I am just a flag, and I don't understand those strange feelings.

The battlefield no longer looks like a battlefield, only grass, grass rooted in human blood, growing up piece by piece, their life is very short, so there is no trouble, right?

Year after year of wind and rain, year after year of sun and moon, year after year, year after year...

He thought he was the only one in the whole world, alone, lonely, and then he didn't know how many hundreds of years later, he finally saw the lamplighter again.

Strangely enough, that person stopped, and stood in the middle of the entire battlefield, dug a hole with his own bloody hands, threw something into it, and then threw in many strange things, and then used this The yellow sand and blood soil on the battlefield covered up this pit.

Then, the man lit the lamp again and left.

The rest of his time was spent looking at the pit, but it was too long, he had already forgotten where the pit was, and he didn't even know if the pit was buried by weeds again...

The number of people passing through this battlefield has never increased, and there is always only that one.

There is only one person left.

That person was wearing a gray robe, and the wind and frost could not damage his ordinary appearance. His eyes were ruthless, just looking at the sky, and occasionally looking at the ground. Every time, every time, he passed by the original route.

Sometimes, he was thinking, maybe this person passed the hole he dug every time?

From one end of the sky to the other end of the earth...

A person, a light, a road, a lifetime.

——Tianjia.