Looking at Yang Sansan's sad and regretful appearance, Zhaoming empathized with it and sighed in his heart. Once upon a time, he was so naive and ungrateful, and always wanted to see what he didn't know. Even if A Cao repeatedly reminded him, he always felt that the dialect was too much and he was suspicious.

Experience and lessons are never the same thing. Even after listening to so many advice and experiences, I still took risks in order to see the sunshine in my name.

Experience finally became a lesson, but the price I paid was so great that I could hardly bear. In the end, I survived, but Acao's soul passed away forever.

Death is not scary. What is scary is that the mortal self is still alive, but the important relatives die because of their temporary stubbornness.

If he lost Acao himself, Yang Sansan lost two brothers.

He didn't know how to comfort him, so Zhaoming could only pat Yang Sansan on the shoulder and said, "I don't want so much, go home first. Your relatives miss you very much."

Yang Sansan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded, and pointed ahead to teach Zhaoming how to pass.

At this time, Zhaoming felt a little relieved. The decaying old man asked him to take her away, but he didn't know how to settle her. He was floating around and couldn't protect himself, so how could he take care of her, a little demon who had passed the tribulation period.

Fortunately, she has such a place to settle down. After sending her home, she can plan her next step.

If it were before, I could have ignored anything else, and if I was idle clouds and wild cranes, I would travel around the world to find the fairy tribe woman. But now it is different.

The decaying old man exchanged his own life for himself to leave. Such sacrifice was the same as Acao back then. Acao's soul has passed away, and he can slowly take revenge, but it is not possible here in the Colosseum.

The decayed old man had an extraordinary identity. He had never seen him fight since he went to the Colosseum. After that, Meng Huai would rather let himself leave than let the decayed old man escape in half, it can be seen that the high priest of the witch clan would definitely not kill him easily.

Even if he made such a move for him, as long as he did not die, Meng Huai could only imprison him and dared not do anything.

Since the decaying old man is still alive, he must find a way to save him from the Senluo Purgatory.

He carefully concealed his breath and flew against the ground. In less than a long time, he had already arrived at the ruins of the palace mentioned by Yang Sansan.

The Lintai Palace in the past has now become a barren mountain, with weeds and trees everywhere, and the glorious and prosperous times can no longer be seen. If it weren't for the fact that there were a few collapsed and broken black arch pillars, Zhaoming would hardly imagine that this was once the most important city in the entire Juye.

The towering Taishan is right in front of it, with a huge atmosphere. The foot of the mountain should have been magnificent, but it was decayed and ruined. No one explained anything, but this silent desolate atmosphere made Zhaoming's heart tremble slightly.

So what if the world is invincible at once, even if the tiger is on the high platform and covets the world, and what if it is even if it is built a prosperous country?

When the person who created everything was gone, infinite glory turned into a passing cloud and smoke in the blink of an eye.

If the power of a race is placed on one person and one surname, it is sad and hopeless.

I had heard Di Jun say this, and I had also heard the bitter monk mention this. It was said by Marshal White Tiger in the Giant Field before the great catastrophe of dragon and phoenix.

The powerful immortal king, who was regarded as the representative of loyalty and righteousness by the Giant Wild Demon Clan, joined forces with the Qilin Emperor, broke out of Taishan, rushed to Hulao Pass, and made a sunny day for the Giant Wild Demon Clan, and once again became a powerful force in competing with the True Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan. It established a great reputation.

Unfortunately, when he and the Qilin Emperor fell one after another, the glorious giant wilderness turned into the atmosphere before his eyes.

Now the True Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan have also disappeared, and the White Tiger Marshal's words have come true and become a fact: they rely on the strength of each person and surname. They come quickly and go quickly.

Let’s look at this world of war, how should the devastated demon race rise?

One person is not strong, but everyone is strong is the real strength. But the demon races in the world fight on their own, and even intrigue and deceitful to each other. Not to mention unity, it is good to not fight each other, so how can they be united and cooperate sincerely?

For a moment, Zhaoming felt a little confused and felt like he didn't know where to go in the future.

"Senior, senior!" Yang Sansan shouted a few times.

Zhaoming suddenly came back to his senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Sansan said timidly: "I think the senior looks look a little wrong. Is there something wrong?"

After experiencing such a change, her mind became extremely sensitive. Zhaoming had a life-saving grace and naturally respected her. However, she was afraid of Zhaoming's arrogant appearance in the Colosseum before that she had escaped from Zhaoming's arrogant appearance in the Colosseum.

He was respectful and afraid, and saw that Zhaoming's face was unnatural, he was naturally nervous.

Zhaoming smiled slightly and shook his head: "It's nothing, I just thought that I once had the capital of the demon clan, and the world changed so much that I turned into such a decay. I couldn't help but feel dazed. Let's go and send you home, and I'll feel at ease."

The word "going home" made Yang Sansan's heart suddenly get a bump, and he actually showed a fearful expression.

"What's wrong?" Zhaoming naturally saw it and asked.

"I...I...I..." Yang Sansan lowered his head and said "I" for a long time but didn't know how to say it.

Zhaoming was puzzled, and suddenly moved his heart and understood. The three brothers and sisters sneaked out together, and now she is the only one who comes back, but the two elder brothers are dead in different places. If their parents ask, they really don’t know how to answer.

He sighed slightly in his heart. Zhaoming didn't know how to solve it, so he could only persuade: "Let's go, you can't never go home for the rest of your life. You have to face what you should face. Regret is useless, let's live with your two brothers!"

Yang Sansan took a deep breath, nodded, and then took Zhaoming to the other side of the ruins of Lintai Palace. There was even less vegetation here, but there was sand and stone everywhere.

There can be faintly felt array patterns in the rocks, but the energy of heaven and earth caused by the ignition is very small, and it is obviously very incomplete.

It’s also a blessing that it was the former top powerhouse of the Qilin clan. If it were the so-called by others, it would have disappeared.

"Just ahead..." Yang Sansan was about to tell Zhaoming how to get in, but suddenly he was stunned and said, "How come it opened?"

I saw a large stone in the sand and stone in front of me being overturned to the ground, revealing a cave inside. The hole was more than two meters high and could allow people to enter and exit freely.

Zhaoming's heart moved. Although he didn't know what he looked like before, it was obvious that the stone should be covered in this hole. At this time, he was overturned like this, and something might have happened inside.

He signaled Yang Sansan not to speak, but he walked over carefully.
Chapter completed!