Is it the same with other big brothers?

In the end, Mingzhu still didn't get over the curtain, and under the repeated guarantee of the curtain that almost swears poisonously, he held his nose and reluctantly stepped on Xingyuan.

Nalian was very confident in himself, leisurely walked to the operation circle in front of Xing Yuan, looked at the magic circle decently, and then used his spiritual power to penetrate into the magic circle.

The kite flew up slowly.

The curtain looked proud.

The next moment, he almost bumped into a towering tree.

Mingzhu shivered while hugging Xi Chu, almost growling at him: "Can you drive?"

The curtain was as stable as an old dog sitting upright in the magic circle, and lost a little spiritual power in it amidst the swaying...

Xing Yuan was half dead, and flew forward slowly.

Mingzhu roared: "It's too slow, we're going to fall!"

Na Lian: "Tsk."

He suddenly sent another wave of spiritual power over, and Xing Yuan flew into the sky in an instant, whizzing through the clouds, leaving Mingzhu with a twists and turns of screams.

"Damn! Too, so fast! Ah—"

The curtain controlled Xing Yuan to drive all the way, almost rubbing Xing Yuan's two wings on fire, and then almost reached a land of yellow sand - Guifang.

Nalian felt good about herself, humming a song and parked Xingyuan on the ground, evaluating herself: "I think it's not bad."

He turned around and asked Ming Zhu: "To be honest, what do you think?"

Bright Candle: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!!"

Nalian: "..."

Mingzhu's hair was fluttering at his feet, and he walked down to the ground, leaning on the tree and spitting himself out until he collapsed, his face was pale, and he almost had the breath in but not out.

This kind of terrible heart palpitations made Mingzhu vaguely recall the feeling when he was young-at that time, because he was afraid of heights, he would vomit himself to death when sitting and walking, which was not much different from his current appearance.

Na Lian couldn't understand why this fragile human being was so troublesome, and said: "It's okay, you are too weak, you can vomit like this in a row."

Mingzhu Qi is like a gossamer: "I-Isn't it because you drive too fast...I told you to slow down, are you deaf?"

Nalian made an excuse: "I'm in a hurry."

Mingzhu scolded: "Come on, you, mother."

He turned around and threw up again.

Na Lian touched his nose, seeing him so sad, it was rare for him to feel a little guilty.

Because Mingzhu was really uncomfortable, the three of them rested in place for half an hour before getting up and walking forward.

Guifang City has been completely submerged in the yellow sand. At a glance, there is only a huge stone standing between the sky and the earth. Mingzhu and the others walked forward and saw a stone tablet that was blown gray by the wind and sand.

There are three words on the stele - Fallen City.

Na Lian's face changed in an instant, he walked forward without saying a word, stretched out his hand to touch the engraved words, and with a relentless force, erased the three words inch by inch.

Because of too much force, his palm was ground with a little blood by the gravel, but he didn't care, and after forcibly erasing the three words, he opened his mouth in a hoarse voice.

"This is not a fallen city." Na Lian said, "It's called... Guifang..."

The word Guifang has been associated with a demon cultivator with powerful spiritual power for thousands of years. When the curtain was forced to jump off the cliff, those powerful people felt guilty when they mentioned Guifang's name, so they did it without authorization. Changed name.

Because Guifang, who had lost the ground veins, was sinking day by day, he had the careless name of Fallen City.

"...is my home."

Xi Chu, who had been sleeping in Mingzhu's arms, seemed to feel a familiar breath, closed his eyes and sniffed lightly, and suddenly jumped out of Mingzhu's arms, running in one direction like the wind.

Mingzhu hurried to catch up: "Xi Chu!"

For the first time, Xi Chu didn't listen to Mingzhu's words, and quickly disappeared with four short legs.

In the yellow sand, the snow-white dumpling should be very eye-catching, but Xi Chu disappeared. Ming Zhu was worried that it might fall to the ground, so he couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

He followed the paw prints to the place where Xi Chu disappeared just now and turned around a few times, but he didn't find any clues.

Na Lian also followed and said, "Where did he go?"

Mingzhu shook his head, and was about to search again, when he suddenly stepped on a soft place, and then he lost his center of gravity, his body sank, as if swallowed by yellow sand, and disappeared instantly.

Such a big living person suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, even Na Lian was shocked.

He lowered his body, stretched out his hand and gently pressed the place where the bright candle disappeared, and the quicksand seemed to be alive, wrapping around his hand and dragging him in.

The curtain only felt a blur in front of his eyes, his body lost his center of gravity, and after a while of dizziness, he slowly opened his eyes.

The surroundings were pitch black, and he could not see anything. He frowned, flicked his fingers, and a cluster of flames ignited on the sharp claws, illuminating the surrounding scene.

After looking at it, Na Lian realized in a daze that this place seemed to be where Guifang's ground veins were located.

Surrounded by thick pillars standing up to the sky, they should have been radiant stone pillars, but at this moment, there were bowl-sized holes on them, which almost bored a stone pillar into briquettes.

And not far away, a thing like a mountain range tactfully surrounds it, stretching into the darkness not far away.

Tears almost fell from that curtain.

This is the ground vein where Guifang has lost her spiritual power, and it is also the basis for their survival.

If the leylines hadn't been destroyed by those human powers back then, Nalian wouldn't have suffered such a tragic defeat.

The curtain slowly walked towards the mountain-like terrain. At this time in the past, he would hear the sound of thousands of mountains resonating in his ears, but at this time, everything was completely silent, like a dead land.

Nalian stretched out his hand to caress the stone pillar gently, and murmured softly: "I... am back."

After hundreds of years, I finally came back, but the scene was in a trance like yesterday, and things are people and things are not.

He continued to walk forward slowly, and when he got close to the mountain range, he suddenly heard an illusory call in a trance.

"grown ups……"

The curtain froze in place.

The voice came from far to near, and came from hell in a trance, and then, a blue light came out from the leylines, faintly floating towards him.

"Master Lian..."

The curtain seemed to recognize the man's voice, and tremblingly stretched out its hand towards the light.

The blue light floated to the side of the curtain, and turned into a slender figure on the spot—the figure was vaguely formed by broken light, and it would scatter slightly when blown by the wind, but it would condense again soon.

When Na Lian saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, tears fell directly.

This man had a beautiful face, with a little cinnabar between his brows, and smiled gently at him.

"Master Lian." The man called again.

The eyelids were hot, and he stretched out his hand towards her, but his hand passed through the figure of the man without touching anything.

"From, from..."

The curtain murmured the name, tears streaming down her face.

In the hundreds of years since the curtain fell off the sun-blocking cliff, except for the one time when Xi Chu came back to life, this was the second time he shed tears, because he couldn't control it at all.

Cong Zhu looked at him gently, and said softly: "Your Excellency is finally back, we have been waiting for your return."

Blue rays of light flew out one after another from the veins of the earth, one after another, gradually transforming into human shapes behind Cong Zhu. After a while, dozens of people appeared and saluted respectfully towards the curtain.

"grown ups."

The lips trembled slightly, seeing the faces of those people one by one, the tears fell more and more fiercely.

He recognized that all the lingering ghosts here are all demon cultivators who he ordered to be buried for the earth veins.

Hundreds of years later, the memory of that year is still vivid, and Na Lian can even recall how he cruelly sent these people to death.

"Master Lian, the gate of Guifang City has been broken, and someone has destroyed our ley lines..."

"Let Congzhu lead people to block the leylines. If the leylines are lost, let them be buried, and the rest will follow me to the city gate."

Congzhu led people to block the earth veins with his body, but he still couldn't stop the collapse of the earth veins, and his soul was permanently trapped in the exhausted veins, unable to rebirth.

But if he hadn't made a decisive decision back then and used his body to continue the earth's veins, it would have been impossible for the curtain to take so many people out of the forest.

Back then, just a single word from Na Lian made dozens of them turn into withered bones and their spirits could not be free. After many years, when these people finally saw Na Lian, none of them showed resentment or resentment on their faces.

Cong Zhu looked at her tenderly, and slowly stretched out both hands, holding a cluster of bright light like flames to the front of the curtain.

The light was like a candle in the wind, as if it could be blown out with just one breath.

The curtain unconsciously held its breath.

Cong Zhu carefully held the fluorescent light, and said softly: "My lord, we..."

The curtain froze for a moment.

Cong Zhu slightly bent his eyes: "...to protect the last trace of spiritual power of the earth veins."

Once the ghost side's veins are destroyed, they will all dissipate within seven days, not even a ray of light remains, not to mention that hundreds of years have passed, and it is even more impossible.

Na Lian stared blankly at the light of fire dancing from Zhu Zhu's hand, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

Na Lian always felt that he was indestructible. It wasn't until this time that he suddenly realized that the previous words of "our monsters never cry emotionally and pretentiously" were all bullshit.

In the depths of love, tears can't be controlled by the skin.

Nalian squatted down a little bit, suddenly choked up and cried silently in front of all the ghosts.

Including Cong Zhu, all ghosts bent their fingers between their eyebrows, leaned slightly, and said softly:

"We, live up to our mission."