The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Splitting the Weird Plateau with an Axe

Chapter 129 The Second Human City

This city is the second holy city on the Ancient Starry Road, but it is many times more magnificent and huge than the first city, and the atmosphere is more solemn and dignified.

"Is that the person who destroyed the Fallen Saint Island? He is indeed very powerful."

"Look, those people who came with him are actually deliberately avoiding him. It's really hard to believe."

In the Second Holy City, many people pointed at them and commented on them.

After leaving the bloody battlefield, in the end only nearly eighty people came here alive, the others had all died. At this time, they were silent and moved forward silently in the ancient city.

Li Qingxu was dressed in black, his aura hidden, and he walked in the city like an ordinary person.

But in his eyes, from time to time, there were visions of the sea of stars shattered and all living things falling.

Deep in the universe, there is a floating continent, extremely vast, with an ancient city built on it. Outside the city, there are mountains that are full of vitality.

This is an important place on the ancient starry road, and I don’t know how many levels it is behind.

In a majestic fairy platform, a man with an ordinary appearance was sitting cross-legged on a Taoist platform that seemed to be made of chaos stone.

At this time, a woman who looked like a fairy from the sky walked into the fairy pavilion.

She opened her red lips and said in a sweet voice, "The person you're concerned about has appeared. According to the news, he has also snatched the source of Tao."

Hearing this, the man on the Chaos Dao Platform opened his eyes, an eight-fold Dao diagram flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's rare to see you laugh so sincerely."

The beautiful woman said softly with emotion.

Even when he obtained the Chaos Stone, the exclusive item of the Emperor, he never smiled.

And at this moment, just hearing the news about that person can easily make me smile.

"Want to go back? I heard that some people might go back."

"Need not."

The ordinary-looking man returned to his silent state. After uttering a few words, he closed his eyes again and entered into enlightenment.

"Ugh."

Seeing this, the peerless woman sighed inwardly and stared at him with eyes as clear as water.

Then, like a guardian, he stood quietly by his side, protecting him.

What year is it now? The starry sky has no idea of the passage of time. As we move forward, we have only conquests. The conditions in each ancient place are different.

A gust of wind blew, and the withered yellow leaves fell, making people feel the bleakness of autumn. It was a sad scene.

Stepping on the ancient road in the starry sky and fighting all the way, many heroes withered like withered leaves, fell into a pool of blood, and were buried in a foreign land.

In this ancient city full of autumn, the trialists are recuperating in silence for the next battle and to survive.

In the evening, the setting sun is like residual blood, and the horizon outlined seems to be filled with thousands of corpses, making people feel inexplicably desolate.

Some monks were walking in the slightly chilly autumn wind. The trees on both sides of the street had already turned yellow and the leaves were flying around in the wind, creating a sense of dusk and desolation.

Li Qingxu walked out of his residence with a sharp gaze and a determination as strong as iron.

Each step he took was firm and powerful, and he walked on the mottled ancient road with unwavering confidence.

He knew very well that after the baptism of the bloody battlefield, some monks were very tired. Although they had survived the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they had lost the desire to win.

Sure enough, when he entered the most magnificent wine house in the city, he heard some lonely words as soon as he went up the stairs.

"I have decided to quit now, return to my hometown without looking back, and never realize my delusion of becoming a Buddha again."

The person who said this was an ascetic.

In just a few months, he went from being a vigorous and vigorous man to an extremely vicissitudes of life. His eyes were no longer sharp, but somewhat dim, and his temples were stained with a few strands of white frost. "Really... did you voluntarily withdraw?"

Someone nearby asked, with the same bitterness, obviously feeling the same way.

"I'm leaving. There's no point in staying. People who came from the same place as me have died easily, and I'm the only one left to survive."

Many people were silent, with a feeling of bitterness welling up in their hearts.

This is the unwillingness and sadness in their hearts. They were once heroes in a region, but after embarking on this path, they no longer have the glory of the past.

Li Qingxu's arrival did not attract anyone's attention. He sat alone and listened to their conversation quietly.

Once upon a time, they each stood at the top of their own region and achieved success at a young age.

But the conceited people tasted the consequences here and became stepping stones in the eyes of another group of strong people.

The former pride and invincible glory of the region are nothing here and are ruthlessly trampled upon.

The battle for supremacy is a battlefield for only a few people. It is too cruel for us. We are just pathetic passers-by and the dead.

A decadent young man, when he was drunk, suddenly burst into tears, his emotions out of control and unable to suppress himself.

Many people are silent, recalling the glorious past years. They were once arrogant, roaring to the world, and swallowing the world. However, after embarking on this path, many people tasted bitterness.

"Can you tell me what your name is?"

At this moment, a young man in a blue shirt and with a broken arm came to Li Qingxu's side, holding a wine jug.

There seemed to be a flash of fear in his eyes, but he returned to calmness in a moment, as if he had made up his mind.

"Li Qingxu."

Li Qingxu smiled kindly and spoke.

"Thank you. I hope Brother Li can make it to the end."

The young man in blue shirt clinked his glass with Li Qingxu, drank it all, and then left with dejected steps.

Li Qingxu watched quietly. He had some impression of this person.

When he first stepped onto the teleportation platform, he blocked the attacks of the two Saint Kings, but the aftermath also killed several people.

As for the young man in blue shirt, because he got a little closer, his arm was shattered by the horrific aftermath.

Maybe he was unfortunate, but he was also lucky, at least he saved his life.

On this night, one after another, with unwillingness and pain, and a kind of desolation, chose different coordinates in the starry sky, and each went on the road alone. Their backs were very desolate.

A pile of bones on the imperial road, this is the destination of most people, it is a cruel reality, and being confused and unwilling will have no effect.

Just after reaching the second level, there was no hope in sight, because some cultivators clearly realized that there were dozens of people in this group who were better than themselves, so there was no way they could talk about the future competition for the throne.

Some people believe in their own potential, thinking that their realm is just not high enough, but they can grow slowly and eventually become a legend.

Some people come here just for the sake of tempering themselves, not for the sake of enlightenment, and they want to become sage kings in the future and return to their hometown.

People have different ambitions and ambitions.

Some are lost, some are brilliant; different personalities lead to different destinies.

On this night, some of the monks who stayed behind played swords and sang loudly. The clanging of swords shook heaven and earth, and their passionate fighting spirit soared thousands of miles.

In the early morning, rays of sunlight shine down, golden and vibrant, illuminating the sky with a brilliance full of vitality.

On this glorious morning, everyone felt a powerful force and became extremely confident.

The shadows have passed, and the remaining strong ones will remain strong.

(End of this chapter)