"How do you say this?" Zhang Daoyuan asked quickly when he heard the sound.

The blood of the worlds sounds a bit scary.

Ye Liunan and the others also hurriedly raised their ears. The old man smiled, did not hide it, and told directly, "The end of every epoch is with war as the end!"

Since ancient times, there have been five epochs.

The ancient times, the ancient times, the ancient times, the ancient times, and the ancient times, until today. Nowadays, some people call today the Medieval period, while others call the present ancient times, modern times, etc.

The length of each epoch is different.

The longest ones are naturally Minggu and Huanggu, they are too old, so long that even the top sects of the contemporary era cannot know how long their time span is, and can only be guessed at no less than tens of billions of years.

It was a very long time.

Even the myth has faded.

Many myths circulated in the contemporary world are not from the ancient and ridiculous ages. Most of them are from the ancient times, then the ancient times, and finally the ancient times. The more the time is forward, not to mention the documentary records, even the fewer myths and legends. Not even.

Because, as an era fell, the gods passed away in battle, and all the grievances and hatreds of the past were also buried.

Day by day, the long-lived stories disappear, eventually reaching the point where it is difficult to trace back.

Zhang Daoyuan and others, although they are all well-known, have browsed a lot of literature and history, but when they heard the old man talk about the past, they still felt a lot of emotion.

Ning Xian said: "In ancient times, there are not many documents that have been handed down now. Because, in the battle of the world at the end, many people and things were erased."

However, that is not a momentary thing.

It is a battle on the scale of millions of years.

"Therefore, the sect of this place must have been a major conquest of all realms at the end of ancient times. Otherwise, it is impossible to obtain the soil of all realms to refine the five-color glazed bricks!" Ning Xian said.

This is an act of boasting martial arts.

Conquer all realms, use the blood-stained soil of other realms to forge palaces and cultivate their descendants.

Zhang Daoyuan and the others heard the scalp numb, it was blood boiling, but also shocked so much that they couldn't make themselves cold.

"It's a pity that this sect, in the first life of the vertical and horizontal, ended up in an ancestral land that was cut off and sealed from the Saint Yuan realm by life, and moved to the outside world..."

Ning Xian looked at the earth with his hands behind his back, his old eyes were full of vicissitudes, like a worried old farmer.

Zhang Daoyuan and others were silent.

The blood and cold in my heart dissipated, leaving only sorrow and decline and confusion.

In the long river of time, everything seemed insignificant, even the top holy land in the Saint Yuan realm.

And how will they end up?

What will happen to the top sacred place where they are in the world, also ending in a lonely ending?

After a little thought, people feel endless melancholy and emotion.

A long time in the past, Zhang Daoyuan took the lead in getting rid of the low mood. He shook his head and asked the old man again if he guessed the name of this sect.

"San Palace City, also known as San Palace Gate."

Ning Xian smiled, and said, "The sect here, if I expected it to be good, has three buildings, namely Tianwu Palace, Shenwu Palace, and Xuanwu Palace."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Daoyuan and others seriously thought about it in their minds, and finally they could only shake their heads, because they had never heard of such a sect.