"Who are you?"

Zhang Yang blinked, pretending not to understand, in fact, he really shouldn't understand, there is no language bag left by the main body of the village construction order, what he hears is murmur and bird language.

However, in the face of such a situation, the leader was not surprised, nodded, and the old man took out a green leaf again, and motioned for Zhang Yang to hold it in his mouth.

In an instant, he mastered four languages as if he had been initiated.

They are the gray leaf language of the Dora people, the black eye language of the Dora people, the yellow leaf language of the Dora people, and the god language of the Juque God race.

But what made him tremble with excitement was that the so-called Giant Que Protoss's Protoss language was so similar to Mao's language that Mao looked like the Abyss Demon Clan, and it was also the oldest version and the most powerful Ancient Demon Language!

"Now, you understand what I'm saying, tell me what sequence you're from?"

At this time, the leader man asked Zhang Yang in a gray leaf language.

"I, I'm from the third sequence, I'm smuggling, and the boat capsizes, oh, there's an old god who woke up and overturned the boat, and I sank to the bottom of the sea, and I ended up here. ”

Zhang Yang's stammering answer was all true, but the most important paragraph was missing in the middle.

"Old gods, what old gods?"

Sure enough, the chief's attention was drawn to it.

"I don't know, but I vaguely hear a chant, as if it were—'The ashes of the ancients, the winds of the firmament, the ruins of time, the master of thunder, rage, and death, the ancient god from the first sequence, who has slept for countless generations, is about to awaken.'" ’。 ”

Zhang Yang truthfully took out the information given to him by the will of the Xianxia True World.

So the leader man on the opposite side and the old man all fell into deep thought, and after a long time, the old man said thoughtfully, "Chief, if according to this description, this awakened ancient god is very similar to the supreme giant of the Juque God Clan, is he dead?"

"After all, five billion years have passed, and anything can happen, but the supreme giant of the Giant Que God Race can be resurrected and awakened, but the Supreme Long Song of my Gray Leaf God Race will sink here forever, how sad. ”

Zhang Yang looked at the two guys and sighed, but he regretted it in his heart, he could think that the Ash Cemetery was a garbage dump for the heavens and all worlds, but he really didn't expect that there would be an ancient god-level boss in the garbage dump, these two could live in the Ash Cemetery for five billion years, no matter how you look at it, it is not something he can deal with.

"I'm afraid that the Supreme Long Song will never be resurrected, Chief, our top priority is to send the power of the Supreme Long Song out and find a perfect inheritor. ”

When the old man said this, his eyes looked at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was overjoyed when he heard this, it was not easy, could it be that my Zhang's golden finger had finally arrived at home, and he could get an ancient god inheritance, wahahaha!

As soon as he thought of this, the old man directly grabbed Zhang Yang brutally, and directly took a strange branch and stuck it in his heavenly spirit cover.

"Hey, hey, I'll make up, what are you doing?"

Zhang Yang panicked.

But the old man and the man didn't pay attention to him at all, and just wrapped all kinds of strange materials to Zhang Yang, and at this time Zhang Yang was horrified to find that all his memories were retrieved, and there was no privacy at all.

"Virus?"

"Anti-virus hunters? ”

"Hmm, I found it, one of his bloodline relatives meets the inheritance conditions of the Supreme Long Song, Chief, this is the first outsider to break into here in five billion years, and it is estimated that it is also the last, coincidentally, he still has the blood gene of the Yellow Leaf Man of the Sky Dome in his body, this is our only chance, the Supreme Giant Que of the Juque God Clan has awakened, and we must find a way to send the inheritance of the Supreme Long Song. ”

"With him, he is as weak as an ant, but Elder, you are right, no one can escape from the Ashes Cemetery, this is the only way, but his bloodline relatives seem to be too weak. ”

"It doesn't matter, the descendants of the old decay should still be alive, with the blood of the decay, plus his blood, it is enough for the inheritance of the Supreme Long Song to swim against the current, and in the end, at most a thousand years later, the inheritance of the Supreme Long Song will fall to his bloodline relatives. ”

When the old man said this, he forcibly grabbed a figure from Zhang Yang's memory, which was his little cousin Mu Shao'an.

And Zhang Yang couldn't even speak at this time, he could only watch, and a great horror floated in his heart, because he had already guessed the truth of the matter, that is, it might be his little cousin who sacrificed him to fulfill him.

"It's really that there is reincarnation in the way of heaven, who does the sky spare, woo-cousin, I was wrong!"

The next thing Zhang Yang had no ability to resist at all, he and the old man were arranged into a huge altar together, first the old man volunteered to sacrifice himself, the whole person was directly ground into a river of blood by the altar, and then a blood light wrapped around Zhang Yang, and finally the leader carefully took out a lifelike head and put it into the altar.

And then - boom, gone.

Zhang Yang was sacrificed by blood.

An even more terrifying blood light rushed out of the cage, out of this world, out of the ash cemetery, and ran in an unknown direction.

"Damn it!"

Naturally, this movement could not be concealed from the two Celestial Jailers outside, and they were furious and fought with the leader, but the leader man had already saved his will to die, and in order to re-incarnate the inheritance of the Supreme Long Song of their Gray Leaf God Clan, he would do whatever it took to die together.

However, when the three of them were fighting, they didn't notice that when that blood light rose into the sky, another powerful and mysterious power extracted Zhang Yang's soul from the blood light, and finally injected it into the sword master-level imperial sword.

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"Ahh

"Cousin, how did I dream of this dead fat house! Bah, baa, bad luck for my day. ”

In a simple fortress built with a gas station as the main body of the building, Mu Shaoan woke up from his sleep, and the surroundings were very quiet, but he didn't care, now in this seven-day killing world, it is the 18th day, and there are two corpse tides, and he has to continue to practice the skills of shield fighting, oh, the most important thing is to cut the wooden spear.

A dagger appeared silently in his hand, as if it was more dexterous.

Mu Shao'an didn't care, he grabbed the twenty-centimeter-thick sandalwood square with his hand, and cut it quickly, this was his cultivation.

However, he didn't notice that a wisp of cyan whirlwind didn't enter this sandalwood square when he just woke up, Mu Shaoan just felt that it was easy for him to form some kind of unspeakable tacit understanding with this sandalwood square today, and especially when he regarded this sandalwood fang as the cousin of the dead fat house, this feeling was especially comfortable!

"Min, if you can go back to the real world one day, Lao Tzu will definitely catch this dead fat man and beat him!"

Mu Shaoan didn't know why, anyway, when he was in elementary school, when he saw this dead fat man for the first time, he was angry.

"Calm, calm!"