Chapter 1027 Please Accept a Bow

Rank Jindan dies in a hundred battles, who will undress the hero.

The cheers like a tsunami, the massive salute, and the grand welcome ceremony expressed the enthusiasm of the mainland monks for the victory and triumphant return of the ranking golden elixirs, and expressed their recognition and admiration for the ranking golden elixirs. .

Gong Tianlang, Ming Sanjiu, Shan Da Palace Master... a group of Yuanying Zhenjun also bowed deeply to the Tiantai.

All the monks on the battleship bowed deeply to the platform.

Zhu Ling, Wang Yuan, Zhang Wenmin, Zhu Pang...even Bian Mu, the local dog, couldn't help being infected, and bowed deeply to the last nine, oh no, ten heroes.

Hundreds of golden elixirs entered the Tianxu, and ten heroes fought against the sky and the earth.

The deeds of the ten heroes will be widely circulated in the mainland.

The deeds of the ten heroes will be compiled into stories and widely sung in the mainland.

This is a hero of an era. It will not be until a few years later that he will gradually withdraw from the stage of history with the rise of a new generation of heroes.

However, no matter what, some people, some things, no matter how long ago, someone will remember them, and there will be data records, but by then, they may have become myths and legends.

In the middle of the platform, Zhao Zhumo glanced slightly at the position where the monk was standing, and his heart sank slightly.

Sweeping the points on the top ranking list again, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

He, Zhao Zhumo, was exhausted by the secret art of blood. Although he returned to the Pluto post at the last moment, he was finally weaker than Sun Hao in terms of overall points, and came in second with a very slight disadvantage.

No matter how unwilling he is now, facts are facts.

At this moment, Zhao Zhumo, his senior brother of Tiangong, became a foil, a green leaf, while Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang of Qingyunmen became the protagonist, a red flower.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. With strong dissatisfaction in his heart, why didn't Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang perish in the Burial Sky Ruins? Even though they all fell into the ground, they were somehow able to return safely and soundly, which is really disappointing.

However, now is not the time to attack. With a forced smile on Zhao Zhumo's face, he stood beside Sun Hao, accepting the worship of thousands of monks.

Regrettably. He had to find that the core of the air monks was Sun Hao, and the eyes of several beauties were always on Sun Hao.

And the focus of the cultivator's gaze below was also Sun Hao, who occasionally slipped around Zhao Zhumo a few times.

So depressed!

Unlike the depressed Zhao Zhumo, Xia Qingyu, Xuanyuan Hong and several other female cultivators, at this moment. Still like in a dream, still afraid that this is just my illusion, still worried that Sun Hao will leave without knowing why.

In his heart and eyes, there is only Sun Hao who once fell into the abyss.

At that moment, their hearts were like a knife, but at this moment, they will never forget it no matter what.

Think about it now. She was still terrified, but she didn't want Sun Hao to get out of her sight.

Standing floating in the air, bursts of cheers kept ringing in my ears.

Thousands of monks turned their attention to themselves.

But at this moment, he came back from the Burial Sky Market. Sun Hao, who was admired by thousands of people, felt as if he had passed away, a strong homesickness, and a faint but unforgettable sadness welled up in his heart.

One by one companions, one by one ranked gold pills that fell in the Burial Sky Ruins seemed to pass by, and walked away with a smile on their faces.

At this moment, Sun Hao thought of many people. A lot of things.

Zangtianxu has been through more than ten years, and has experienced too much.

The scenery at this time, the joy of success. Daqing, which has won the victory and returned to the court, is behind it. Its foundation is paved with the blood and life of each monk.

Jian Baiduan, that childlike innocence, blew himself up in a swarm of beetles in anger in order to save his companion.

Du Jiu, the guy who scolded Bai Duan for being a second-hander in a free and easy way, finally did something like Bai Duan, two to infinity.

Sun Hao looked at the sky, the battleships of Qi Tianzong and Wan Jianzong were still there, and their monks were also cheering at this moment, welcoming their return.

But their hope, their pride, has already been buried in the Burial Sky Ruins.

It is also regrettable that the real Xiangwu, who has a tacit understanding with him, seems to be saluting and saying goodbye to him, Fang Zheng resolutely, with a smile on his face;

Flying knives bravely, Yue Dayong, who never misses a shot...

Li Aoshi, who is proud and unyielding, swears to die...

Swearing to follow to the death, the soul-wisdom idiot who blew himself up in the Nascent Soul...

Finally, there is Xiaohuo, the ordinary and great Xiaohuo, and even those fallen ranking golden elixirs that Sun Hao can't remember...

Sun Hao's eyes couldn't help being a little moist.

According to Jun Mo's words to seal the marquis' affairs, one general will succeed and his bones will dry up.

After thinking about it, bursts of golden light bloomed from Sun Hao's body.

Then, Sun Hao's body slowly turned around, and stood facing the list of climbers.

Zhao Zhumo hesitated for a moment, then turned around with Sun Hao.

Xia Qingyu's eyes lit up, and a shocking smile appeared on her face, which made the flowers around her eclipse, and then turned around with Sun Hao.

On the roof, most of the ranking Jindan understood what Sun Hao was going to do, and turned around. Those who didn't understand also turned around with the flow.

Standing at the top of the list, Sun Hao bowed slowly.

As if feeling Sun Hao's deep emotions, the festive fairy music that played automatically in the sky became deep and dignified, tragic and desolate.

Sun Hao's clear voice echoed across the sky: "He survived a hundred battles and returned home triumphantly after ten years; looking back at the heavenly list, he was crying as a hero in Zhengyi. All departed comrades, please be respected by Sun Hao."

Sun Hao bowed and everyone followed.

Above the sky, all the monks bowed together, followed Sun Hao, and bowed to the fallen golden elixir.

Especially for those sects whose monks had already fallen in the Burial Sky Ruins, many monks were filled with grief and tears filled their eyes.

Sun Hao got up slowly, stood in the air, and then said leisurely again: "Death before leaving the teacher will cause the hero to burst into tears; a thousand difficulties and dangers will bury the sky, and the descendants of the golden core will be blooded... your blood Your strength and will are the cornerstones of repairing the Burial Sky Ruins, you are the real heroes, please be respected by Sun Hao..."

Sun Hao bowed again, and everyone still followed.

Sun Hao, who was bowing, seemed to see those yellow mounds in the Burial Sky Ruins again, as if once again felt the unyielding heroic spirit in the celestial talisman, saw the frozen saint in the ice and snow mountain, and saw the lonely man who had been alone for hundreds of millions of years. Pixiu Stone Mountain Primordial God Dragon Nine...

This worship is sincere.

They are nothing but heroes.

Bow, bow again.

After Sun Hao got up, he bowed three times.

Thousands of words, finally turned into a sentence in three bows: "Dear friends, we are back, please come home with us..."

Sun Hao's words were low and full of deep nostalgia. Every monk present felt the kind of unpretentious, sincere emotion from Sun Hao's actions and words, even if he was not very convinced by Sun Hao. At this moment, Zhao Zhumo, following Sun Hao, said in a low and affectionate voice: "Please come home with us..."

Above the sky, the low and solemn voice echoed for a long time, and it lasted for a long time.

Please come home with us.

Please come home with us.

...

The voice of the monks in the mainland, the voice of the monks in the mainland, seems to have affected the list of ascension to the sky, which is a combination of the hero talisman and the Pluto post.

At this moment, some changes have taken place on the list of monks whose light has been completely dimmed.

It seems that he has really returned, and it seems that he is saying goodbye to the mainland monks.

Those thoroughly bleak names.

One by one lit up.

Each of them brightened for one or two breaths, and then dimmed again.

The bright name seems to be those fallen ranking golden elixirs saying goodbye to the mainland monks one by one with a smile.

After the names of all the monks were announced, they ascended to the heaven list, and a ray of light was emitted, which shone on Sun Hao who was leading the worship of the fallen golden elixir directly below.

Sun Hao only felt refreshed, as if there was a strange power in the light, but when he felt it carefully, he couldn't find it, and couldn't feel too many specific changes.

Feeling slightly puzzled in his heart, before he had time to think about it, Sun Hao turned around, looked at the battleships lined up in the sky with flying flags, and raised his voice and said: "True Lord Sirius, seniors, fellow Taoists, we are back..."

Gong Tianlang raised his voice and said: "Chen Xiang, kill the demons, just come back, nine cannons will be fired, the fairy class will pass the letter, and the mainland will celebrate together, welcome back..."

The grand and warm welcome ceremony officially opened.

The Burial Sky Ruins, the ruins where Qingtian was buried, swallowed up many Tianjiao monks, but no matter what, the Ranking Gold Cores were successful and returned victorious, and returned with an unprecedented perfect restoration.

No matter how sad, no matter how much nostalgia, this time is a time of great joy.

But it is a matter of great joy.

But when the whole world celebrates. (to be continued ~^~)