"Since then, the Jedi Heavenly Pass, the sky has fallen 8,000 feet, which cannot be surpassed, and the gods have not fallen into the mortal dust, enslaving the human race for 30,000 years......"

Chen Zongheng repeated this passage repeatedly.

I feel that an ancient secret that has been forgotten by history and cannot even be passed on among the people is slowly unfolding in front of me.

Who is that old man, the immortal cultivator who has already practiced with those swords?

And who is the one who destroys all this with one finger?

Could it be that there really is a God in this world?

These questions filled Chen Zongheng's heart.

Through the current science and technology, he knows very well that the heavens have a scope.

Beyond the heavens is the universe of a vacuum.

This is when he was in kindergarten, he was popularized by science.

What is the round heaven and what earth is the center of the universe......

All of this has been falsified by science.

But what does the scene in this Xianglong jade pendant mean?

Could it be that they human beings are still enslaved?

The more Chen Zongheng thinks, the more problems arise

And even the wisest scholars in the world today can't answer these questions.

After Xianglong Yupei showed Chen Zongheng this picture, there was no movement.

It's as if nothing happened.

Chen Zongheng re-in-entered the True Qi, and it was the same result.

As soon as I showed the picture scroll in front of me, it was as if I could only look at it once.

But Chen Zongheng knew that he had not activated the Xianglong Jade Pendant.

What I saw just now may just be a trace of memory in the jade pendant.

In the book "Advanced Alchemist", Chen Zongheng also saw that powerful immortal cultivators can store memories of records.

"Hehe, I think I know something amazing. ”

Chen Zongheng smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt a wave of weakness all over his body.

Yes, after seeing the scene just now, all he could feel was his own insignificance.

If someone comes again, then a finger.

The existing human civilization should be completely destroyed, right?

Chen Zongheng rubbed his head and decided not to think about those things anymore.

When he raised his head and looked out the window, he realized that it was already sunset, and it was actually evening.

"Has it been that long?"

Chen Zongheng muttered to himself in slight surprise.

There is no nail in the mountain, and the ancients did not deceive me.

Chen Zongheng stretched, and the blanket on his body fell to the ground.

Only then did he realize that Zheng Xuan had returned.

Chen Zongheng ran to Zheng Xuan's room and saw that he seemed to have taken medicinal soup and was sleeping.

So, without disturbing him, he walked alone to the huge circular square of the Xiwu tribe.

Here, there is only one place where a bonfire dance is held.

As soon as he went out, Chen Zongheng saw Congyun standing respectfully in front of the door.

"Sir, you're not going to be standing here forever, are you?"

Seeing a septuagenarian who had been guarding his door, Chen Zongheng was slightly embarrassed.

Congyun shook his head and said with great respect, "Sir, this is the hospitality of my Xiwu tribe. ”

Chen Zongheng was helpless, since this is people's hospitality, he really has nothing to say.

Under the leadership of Congyun, Chen Zongheng came to the square of the Xiwu tribe.

In the center of the square, a high bonfire has been lit, and many women wearing traditional Xiwu costumes are dancing with joy.

Chen Zongheng felt very strange and couldn't help but ask Congyun.

"Old man, I only cured your patriarch's blood plague, and the other people's symptoms have not been alleviated, why are you so happy?"

When Congyun heard this, he immediately smiled and explained to Chen Zongheng.

"Sir doesn't know, the patriarch of Wan can't help but be our patriarch or our holy daughter. ”

"The holy daughter of our Xiwu tribe was selected by the holy daughter of the upper realm to accept the inheritance of the ancestral god over the ancestral god. ”

"Therefore, only the patriarch is cured, and the rest of the Xiwu people who suffer from blood plague only need a drop of blood to be cured. ”

……

Hearing Congyun's explanation, Chen Zongheng was a little speechless and a little autistic.

After the baptism of the Jedi Tiantong just now, Chen Zongheng's ability to accept these fantasy things has come to a new height.

However, they were tired and tired, and it was not easy to get rid of this blood plague, and they only needed a drop of Wan Qiluo's blood to make it......

The gap is too big!

"Divine doctor, you have finally woken up, I want to express my gratitude for the past two days, but unfortunately I haven't been able to meet you. ”

Soon, with the appearance of Chen Zongheng, a group of people surrounded him.

The person who spoke was the enthusiastic and heroic Wan Shouguan.

His eyes were full of gratitude, and he patted Chen Zongheng's shoulder heavily.

Chen Zongheng knew that if a man of the Xiwu tribe was willing to make such a move, it meant that he really regarded you as a friend.

"Divine Doctor, please forgive me for my reckless and rude behavior before. ”

Wanzhen Mountain is also here.

When he saw Chen Zongheng, he immediately knelt down on one knee and apologized from the bottom of his heart.

Chen Zongheng hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up.

"Leader Wan, let him pass the past, why bother with it. ”

Chen Zongheng patted Wan Zhenshan's shoulder and grinned.

Compared to those in the metropolis, this Xiwu is many times more straightforward.

Even if it is Wan Zhen Mountain, Chen Zongheng is very good now.

Wan Zhenshan nodded, and laughed along.

"Sir, I know that Elder Zhuge is not wrong, you are the noble man of our Xiwu clan!"

Wan Tongchou also came this time.

But it seems that he has drunk a lot of wine, and his face is red.

Chen Zongheng smiled and arched his hand in response, "Deacon Wan, we each take what we need at this time, there is no need to be as tall as I praised......"

"Alas. At this time, Wan Shouguan suddenly stretched out his hand and interrupted Chen Zongheng's words.

"Don't call him Ten Thousand Deacons, now we should call him Ten Thousand Priests!"

"Oh, really?"

Chen Zongheng was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Wantong has now become the new priest of the Xiwu tribe.

That way, he wouldn't have to leave the Xiwu again.

"What the leader said is right, but I am only temporarily appointed as the high priest, and the real high priest will have to wait for the patriarch to be elected tonight. ”

Wan Tongchou waved his hand and said very modestly.

When Chen Zongheng heard this, he couldn't help but be curious, "Ten thousand priests, since this is the case, why don't you directly choose the high priest?"

Wan Tongchou smiled and explained, "Sir doesn't know, in our Xiwu tribe, as a high priest, we have never been from the Xiwu tribe. ”

"What?

He originally thought that the Xiwu people, an ancient tribe that paid attention to tradition, should attach great importance to blood.

Unexpectedly, they would let such an important position as the high priest be filled by an outsider who is not from his own race!

But now the outsiders in the Xiwu clan hold themselves, Zheng Xuan, and Qin Feng.

This......

It can't just come out of the three of them, right?