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He knew Dijiang's current mood and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

Did Dijiang make the wrong choice?

It seems to be wrong, and it seems to be right again!

The reincarnation of Houtuhua is the destiny of heaven, and it cannot be stopped!

But did you give up because of this?

Di Jiang chose the Wu Clan between the Wu Clan and Houtu because he had no other choice!

If possible, whenever possible, Zhu Jiuyin believed that he would choose Houtu!

But, it's impossible, it's impossible!

Therefore, he chose the Wu clan!

It can't be regarded as a choice, but the result of being forced to do nothing!

Among brothers and sisters, he chose the Wu Clan... Maybe he didn't have this idea, but when he made this choice, he might not have known it in his heart!

At least there is a tilt!

The other ancestral witches also understand this, but they understand it, but they can't accept it!

Not in his position, not seeking his own government... They are not Dijiang, not the leader of the Wu clan, they don't understand!

Zhu Jiuyin understands, so he understands Di Jiang!

But, likewise, he is having a hard time now!

"Hey... If nothing happened to my little sister, Zhu Rong, and Gonggong, how wonderful it would be!" Silently, Zhu Jiuyin thought in her heart.

If nothing happened to them, they wouldn't have the entanglement and discomfort they are facing now.

This wasn't a big deal, and it wasn't even a problem, but with such an unacceptable result, it became so unacceptable!

"Little sister, Zhu Rong, Gong Gong..." Several names and figures appeared in my heart, feeling aggrieved and uncomfortable.

Zhu Jiuyin snatched the wine jar from Dijiang's hand and drank it herself, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

.......

After leaving the Pangu Palace, Xuanming walked aimlessly in the wilderness. The formerly colorful and varied wilderness seemed to have lost its color and turned into black and white, without any interest.

"Wu Clan, Younger Sister, Gong Gong, Zhu Rong..."

Xuan Ming forcefully opened his eyes wide and raised his head to prevent the things inside from leaking out.

She knew that Di Jiang and her elder brother were not to blame for the current result, but she felt uncomfortable.

The nameless fire rises, and it can't be suppressed!

Years of practice, Taoism, and state of mind, at this moment, have no effect.

The Wu Clan broke up, in Houtuhua reincarnation, in Gonggong, Zhu Rong left, and when she left, they dispersed!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches have always been regarded as one by the people in the prehistoric world and treated each other equally.

But at this moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches became the Nine Great Ancestral Witches, and they were no longer one.

Some feelings seem to be unbreakable, no matter how much the outside provokes them, but as long as there is a problem inside, the fragile one will be like a piece of paper, instantly broken and irreparable!

The Witch Clan is no longer the Witch Clan it used to be!

Thinking of this, Xuan Ming suddenly felt even more uncomfortable.

"How did this happen?"

She thought to herself, things shouldn't have gone this way.

In the original general trend, it shouldn't be like this, right!

"Duobao, yes, it's Duobao!"

Xuan Ming suddenly thought of a person, and it was his appearance that changed everything about the Wu Clan.

It made them think that they shouldn't have!

Originally, they couldn't stop Hou Tu, so each of them also watched tacitly because of this. Although it was uncomfortable, they accepted it, or they got used to it!

From the day they knew it, they have been getting used to it, and slowly they finally got used to it!

It's just that after the strength is improved, thoughts that I didn't have before will be there!

The sad thing is that their strength is still unable to support their minds, so this has created the current situation!

"How would it be if... if you didn't show up?"

Xuanming knew that she had thoughts that she shouldn't have. She knew that Duobao was not to blame for all this, but she just couldn't help thinking this way!

In the past, she was looking for strength, and any method to improve strength can be tried!

Now, her strength has improved, and she was stronger at first, but she is not happy at all.

If the improvement of strength can't protect the people you want to protect, then what's the use?

If Duobao hadn't appeared, their strength wouldn't have improved so much, and they wouldn't have had thoughts they shouldn't have.

Although Houtu still cannot be saved, at least Zhu Rong and Gonggong will not have any accidents!

In this case, the reincarnation of the later land, the Lich fights for hegemony, and then loses both, withdraws from the prehistoric scene, and disappears together from then on. Thinking about it this way, it is actually quite good!

At least, everyone is neat and complete.

Death is also together!

Xuan Ming finally couldn't hold it back, the sparkle in his eyes fell, wet his face and wet his clothes.

She suddenly wanted to die, so it was over, it was over, no matter what!

Death appeared in his heart, no matter how hard it was to suppress, Xuan Ming walked like a walking corpse.

A drizzle suddenly fell from the sky, and the cool rain fell on his body.

Xuan Ming dispelled all his defenses, closed his eyes, and just walked like this.

The tears mixed with the rain, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears for a moment!

Just walking like this, I don't know how long she walked, suddenly a voice came from her ear, which woke her up.

"Little girl, looking at you, you are very sad, and you are full of death intentions. You really want to die!"

"I don't know what you've gone through to make you think like this, but forget it, I'm used to burying people, it's just right if you have one more!"

Chapter 383 The Gravekeeper

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Xuan Ming opened his eyes.

Two people appeared in front of them, an old man and a young man in red.

The old man's face was vicissitudes, and his face was full of wrinkles. It seemed that there were endless secrets hidden in every wrinkle, which made people's hearts shake.

Just looking at him is like seeing a civilization, a world, and endless stories.

Xuan Ming shook his head fiercely, the hallucinations in his head disappeared, and he turned around to look around, only to realize that he seemed to be no longer in the prehistoric world.

As he glanced around, endless grave bags and tombstones appeared in his eyes. There were so many of them that he couldn't see them at a glance.

Xuanming felt the strong death energy and endless terror, her body was shaking, it was instinctive fear, fear, dread.

It seems that under the endless grave bags, everyone is an extremely terrifying existence.

Everyone, when alive, is stronger than her!

Xuan Ming was startled, under the strong shock and impact, she almost forgot her own existence.

She stared blankly, endless sadness invaded her heart, making her, who was in charge of the mysterious way, feel cold all over, as if she was in the world of the dead.

Inexplicable fear and endless loneliness rushed to my heart.

"Where...is this place?" Xuan Ming asked blankly, looking at the old man who spoke first.

While asking questions, her gaze was finally attracted by the front tomb, and she landed on the four large characters on the tombstone in front of it. She couldn't help but read out: "Tomb of the Gods!"

"Yes, as you said, this is the tomb of the gods, the cemetery of the gods." The old man sighed and looked at Xuanming: "Although you are not a god, if you want to die, I don't mind being old. I'll dig a hole for you and give you three feet of land."

Xuan Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and murmured shockingly: "The tomb of the gods? The gods?"

Her eyes slowly swept to a group of tombstones, and on each tombstone was a name, which she had just seen at first.

In addition, beside each tombstone, there is a dark gray weapon.

The weapon was silent, filled with dust, like garbage.

But under the touch of her eyes, she felt endless majesty, strength, and shaking of her mind, which was uncontrollable.

"Gods!"

She couldn't help murmuring again.

god?

What a familiar word, she is actually a god, the God of Xuanming, so she is no stranger to it!

However, standing here, standing in this cemetery of the gods, she suddenly felt that she seemed not worthy of the word god.

Compared with the gods buried in the ground, she is so weak, so small, so humble.

The divine power is like a prison, the divine power is like the sea, even though it has been dead for some time, its divine power is still impacting her heart and suppressing her blood.

Qi and blood surged and hit the body, but they were directly suppressed by the endless divine power.

"Yes, the gods!" The old man transformed into Duobao nodded, with a complicated tone, looking at the gods who finally calmed down and lying quietly, he sighed: "God!"

The tone is sighing, the meaning is unknown.

Xuanming took a deep breath, suddenly looked at Duobao and Xiaohong, and asked in a deep voice, "Are they gods? What about you? Who are you?"

Unconsciously, she used honorifics.

The gods buried here are all gods, and each of them is far stronger than her. This is unimaginable and incomprehensible!

However, this was not what shocked her the most. What shocked her the most was that there were still living people in this cemetery of the gods?

She can be sure that this place is no longer a prehistoric place. In the prehistoric times, there is absolutely no place like this, let alone so many powerful people!

Under those tombstones, the remaining aura of divine power, the weakest one was stronger than her, and the strongest one was even stronger than those saints she had ever seen!

This is spooky!

This means that, if her feeling is correct, here... the cemetery of the gods, among the dead gods, there are saints!

And... not a lot!

Even such a powerful divine mansion has fallen and been buried underground, so what kind of terrifying existence will the old man and woman who are still alive be?

Although Xiao Hong still looks like a child, Xuan Ming dare not treat her as a child!

"I, I'm just a gravekeeper!"

Duobao sighed, and looked at Xuanming in surprise.

The cemetery of the gods was the trial ground he had prepared for the witches, but when the civilization of the gods came to an end, he didn't immediately calm down.

He wanted to calm down and wait quietly. He hadn't thought of immediately bringing in the witches and starting the trial.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Ming walked in by himself!

Moreover, when he came in, he was full of death, even better than the dead gods in his cemetery of the gods!

There is no doubt that Xuan Ming wanted to die at this time!

"what happened?"

Duobao frowned, a little curious, with a thought, secretly calculated, and after a while, he understood, a little surprised, a little speechless.

"Witch Clan, are you gone?"

Duobao didn't know what to say, and he didn't expect to become like this!

The reincarnation of Houtuhua is the destiny of heaven, and it cannot be stopped. All the ancestor witches should be clear about this!