In an instant, demonic energy and spiritual energy surged in Zhao Wujiang's body, and his eyes were dyed with a layer of purple light, and his aura was like an abyss.
The white bones gripping his ankle became harder and harder.
Zhao Wujiang turned around.
In an instant, the mountain was full of black and yellow mud and sand, and broken bones or complete bones were running towards him.
The complete bones were covered with sand and sand. As the sand rolled down, the bones dissipated with every step they took. Most of them had already turned into ashes before they even got close to Zhao Wujiang, scattering them all over the sky.
But despite this, there are still many intact corpses rushing towards them without hesitation.
And those bones, which were so damaged that only one arm and one leg bone remained, although they did not dissipate, they staggered as they ran towards them.
The ashes were like smoke and dust, gradually covering the barren mountain, covering Zhao Wujiang's figure as well.
Zhao Wujiang's hands were filled with thunder arcs and silver light flashing. His eyebrows were solemn and he didn't know what this strange phenomenon was about.
Among the ashes and dust, there is not a complete skeleton. It seems that there must be some missing bones in order to survive in the world as white bones.
Zhao Wujiang looked at these broken arms and limbs quietly, and these broken arms and limbs seemed to be staring at him quietly.
The white bones of the arm holding his ankle loosened their grip, and he heard someone whispering, and then he heard the sound of a xun that was like crying.
An earth-brown ancient Xun floated before his eyes. The holes of the ancient Xun were covered with cracks, extending all over its body.
"Awu...you...are back..."
An old, hoarse and extremely kind voice came. I don't know whether it was floating in the ashes and dust in the sky, or whether it was echoing in Zhao Wujiang's heart.
He was slightly startled, Ah Wu? Are you calling him? Or are you calling for the reincarnation of the so-called demon god?
He has determined and firmly believes that he is not the reincarnation of some demon god. Someone is deliberately guiding him, someone is pushing him to go and plan something.
Then who is this Ah Wu calling?
Could it be that the puppet strings on his body have not yet been pulled out? Is he still being guided?
"Ah Wu... remember... seven... thirty-three... one hundred and twenty-five... five hundred and thirty-six... one thousand one hundred and eight... eight thousand... .Eight thousand...eight thousand five hundred and sixty-one...remember...must remember..."
The ancient xun whined, and the old man's voice was like weeping and complaining, expressing great sorrow and suffering.
Zhao Wujiang was confused, his lips were trembling, and for some reason his heart was slightly blocked. He wanted to say something, but a gust of wind blew away the ashes and dust.
The broken arms and limbs around him fell to the ground one after another. It seemed that they died all over again, their bones shattered and turned into powder.
The black and yellow sand and the withered barren mountains are covered with a pale gauze of time.
The ancient xun also dispersed with the wind, and the surroundings of Zhao Wujiang returned to a clear sky.
The strange numbers that the old and kind voice told him to remember were lingering in his mind.
Seven, thirty-three, one hundred and twenty-five, five hundred and thirty-six, one thousand one hundred and eight, eight thousand five hundred and sixty-one...
He didn't understand what these numbers were, but they must be extraordinarily important.
And what the old voice said before, Ah Wu, are you back?
This was Ah Wu's home? his home? The home of the demon god?
Where is this place?
At the same time, Ji Bochang, who was fighting bloody battles with everyone and getting more and more courageous as he fought, was shocked to find that the Supreme Bone in his Qiankun Bag was hot and trembling. It seemed that the next moment, he would break open the Qiankun Bag far beyond the storage bag and fly towards somewhere.
In the distance, Zhuge Xiaobai was squatting on a barren mountain. He was digging with a small shovel in his hand, but he couldn't find a complete bone, not even a bone finger.
Just now, all the bones he could see around him, whether they were broken arms or limbs or complete bones half-exposed buried in the sand, were turned into fly ash.
It seems that these tribesmen with Yu clan finally ushered in their rest.
It seems that they died generously again for something they had to do.
