Ancestral Temple, in the entire ancient clan, there are only three, within the imperial city of the three clans, under the three ancient ancestor statues.

Every adult ancient clan will go to the ancestral temple when they experience the third tribulation, but they will not go too deep, only on the periphery, and only the people of the royal family can go through this tribulation in the depths of the ancestral temple.

Throughout the ages, few people would be qualified to retreat in the ancestral temple, even if it was the Great Heavenly Venerable, it was difficult to do it, because the right to open the ancestral temple was in the hands of the emperors of the past dynasties.

Ling Haochu stood in the center of the Ancient Imperial City, under the huge statue of the Ancient Ancestor, looking at the statue in front of him that seemed to rise to the sky, Ling Haochu stood there, silent.

This statue is the same as the statue in the Daogu Imperial City, the ancient ancestor held his hands behind his back, looking at the heaven and earth, his expression showing contempt and disdain. When Ling Hao hadn't walked across the three sky-stepping bridges at the beginning, he didn't have much feeling when he saw this statue in the Daogu Imperial City.

But at this moment, this statue is different in his eyes.

The contempt and disdain in that look were only on the surface, and in the depths of its purpose, Ling Hao first saw that there was a hidden sadness, that sorrow, as if to himself and to all beings.

"Who carved this statue of the Ancient Ancestor?" Ling Haochu said softly.

"Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerable..."Next to Ling Haochu, Song Tian stood there, also looking at the statue, and said slowly.

"After the disappearance of the ancient ancestor, the Great Heavenly Venerable of the Ancient Dao found the three peaks out of nowhere, and after carving this statue himself, he stood in the imperial city of the three clans.

It is precisely because of this that I can wait for these descendants of the ancient clan to remember the appearance of the ancient ancestors, and will not be forgotten with the years. ”

Ling Haochu nodded, he knew that a race must have a symbol and sustenance, if there is no spiritual existence of this core, this race will not be able to reproduce for a long time, and it will slowly pass away in the years.

Obviously, the statue of this ancient ancestor and its legends are the symbols and sustenance of the three veins of the ancient race.

Under this statue, only Ling Haochu and Song Tian seemed to be waiting for something silently.

After a while, I saw that from the direction of the palace in this ancient imperial city, there were faint sounds of murmuring, and there was a dark light rising into the sky, heading straight to this place, surrounding the ancient ancestor statue, forming a dark aura.

Below this statue, between the feet of the ancient ancestor, there is an arc-shaped door on the huge mountain stone, this door is closed, but the sun is swirling with the dark aura, and there is a roaring sound from inside this door, which slowly opens.

"Brother Ling, the ancestral temple is open, Song will not go in, take care!" Song Tian hugged his fist towards Ling Haochu.

Ling Hao Chu looked at the gate that was being opened, and his eyes showed a solemn meaning, whether he could let Li Muwan have the qualifications to enter the Ancient God Realm, it depended on whether he could obtain two more drops of soul blood from the third tribulation of the Ancient Clan this time.

Clenching his fists towards Song Tianyi, Ling Haochu took a deep breath and walked towards the Ancestral Temple.

His pace was not fast, but every step he took was very steady, step by step, and gradually walked to the gate of the ancestral temple that was completely open, without the slightest hesitation, step by step.

The moment he walked into this ancestral temple, the gate of the ancestral temple slowly closed, only half a pillar of incense, and with a bang, it was completely closed.

The dark aura on the statue of the ancient ancestor also gradually dissipated, turned into a long rainbow again, and flew towards the palace, and there was no shadow of Y.

Song Tian stood there for a long time, sighed lightly, and turned to leave.

Most of the clansmen of the ancient lineage saw the halo on the statue of the ancient ancestor, but they knew that there were not many people who had entered Linghao for the first time, and this matter was also forbidden by the ancient emperor, and slowly, no one cared about this matter.

The entire ancient lineage is no different from usual, but careful clansmen will find that the prince Jidu was originally outside, but now, he has lived in the palace for a long time.

And the great prince, ten years later, was sealed and departed, guarding the frontier.

After another five years, the most likely prince of the future emperor, was also canonized as a spirit and left this ancient imperial city. In the next fifteen years, one by one the princes were canonized as spirits and left one by one, and in the past thirty years, the only one who is still in the imperial city is only a prince in Jidu!

In the past thirty years, the prince of Jidu has been very quiet, he has not had much contact with the outside world in that palace, and his imperial status has been decided, he no longer needs to act in secret, as long as he does his best, he will be foolproof.

Thirty years later, when all the princes except him were canonized as spirits and left, the entire ancient clansmen had already realized who the future emperor belonged to.

Gradually, Ji Du began to come into contact with the hidden power and power of the ancient lineage, belonging to the emperors of the past dynasties, and his father and the emperor, in the remaining seventy years, had to slowly transition to the transition.

This is the three veins of the ancient clan, before the new emperors of the past dynasties, all need to be carried out, during this time, it is also the quietest time of the first vein.

Everything is going on, Ji Du still maintains a good habit, almost every morning when he is in the morning, the first thing he does is to look in the direction of the ancestral temple and watch silently.

He didn't know when the next time he saw his father-in-law, Xiguan, but his habit was unchanged for Song He. Many clansmen who followed Ji Du later were very puzzled when they noticed Ji Yun's habit, even if they inquired secretly, Bao didn't have the slightest clue.

Slowly, as time passed, the matter became a secret. In addition to this habit, in the past thirty years, Ji Du has forgotten Ling Haochu's instructions, and he sent many strong clansmen to Black Rock City, where the silent guardian lord is a woman, and that woman is called Song Zhi.

For more than 100 years, Song Zhi has not been like what it was back then, and then there are traces of time.

She never knew that in this black hundred city, including the city lord, there were many hidden people, and their life's mission was because of her.

The years have no trace, in the blink of an eye, it is another twenty years, on this day when Ling Hao first stepped into the ancestral temple, it has been fifty years, and the entire Yegu lineage has held a ceremony.

This ceremony was not considered as the emperor's gift, but his wedding ceremony, and he chose a descendant of Song Tian, a woman named Song Yu, as his wife. This woman was very doted on by Song Tian, and she was one of the few descendants who could listen to his teachings in person.

This time the ceremony was held for several months, during which the clansmen and royal families of the other two clans came a lot, among which they ate a vein, and the coming books came. is a middle-aged man, this man's face soap, if Ling Hao first saw it, he could recognize it, and it was very similar to Ye Lone.

He is the descendant of Ye Lonely. After the end of this ceremony, when all the people who came left one after another, on that night, the bright moon hung high, and the earth revealed a silvery night, Ji Du took his wife to the temple of Jinzu.

The moonlight was soft, sprinkled on the statue of the ancient ancestor, the surroundings were quiet, Ji Du took his wife's hand, the woman was puzzled, walked to the ancestral temple, ten zhang away in front of the door of the ancestral temple, Ji Du paused.

He looked at the ancestral temple, his expression was in a trance, for a long time, for a long time, he knelt there silently, the woman beside him, puzzled, but did not ask, but with him, ten zhang away from the temple, knelt down.

"Song Yu, we worship not Gu Zu. "It's easy to speak. The woman was stunned.

"We worship my father. ”

"Father-in-law?" the woman was surprised.

"Father-in-law, Ji Du got married, married Song Zun's descendants as his wife, she will be the queen of the ancient lineage in the future, today I bring her here to meet my father-in-law!" Ji Du's expression was extremely respectful, this kind of respect came from his heart, revealing sincerity. He will always remember that everything he has obtained now is given by Ling Haochu, and he will always remember that if there is no Ling Haochu, he will never become an emperor in this life. Even the woman next to him may not be his wife, but belongs to the barbarian.

"Father-in-law, there are still fifty years, that is, the capital is the new emperor's inch, and the child hopes that on that day, he can see the righteous..." The woman beside her seemed to remember something, and her eyes were shocked when she looked at the ancestor Miao, and she faintly remembered that Song Zun, the old frustrated of her Song family, once inadvertently mentioned one thing, a Lu character. When this name was mentioned, Song Tian's expression revealed complexity and emotion, as well as a trace of admiration.

"Spirit...... Lingzun ......," the woman whispered. Ji didn't speak, but knelt there, until a long time, he took his wife and left silently, but at the moment when he walked out dozens of feet away. A voice came from inside the temple.

"You will go for the day of the new emperor, and you will go for the father. Ji Du's body trembled, turned around sharply, looked at the ancestral temple, and smiled during the day. In the depths of the ancestral temple, Ling Haochu sat there cross-legged, his body exuded the smell of decay, and there were large pieces of withering, and the whole person looked like the remains of dry bones. But his eyes are still bright.

"The ancient clan suffered three losses and seven tribulations, when I was in the cave realm, I had already survived two losses and four tribulations, and I also survived the first tribulation of the third loss and three tribulations. ”

"The third tribulation of the ancient race, the first tribulation is the blood of the ancient veins and the firmament!The second tribulation is the three-point god of the ancient path! The third tribulation is the last tribulation, the gift of the ancient ancestors!" Ling Haochu muttered, looking ahead, there was a stone in front of him, and on the stone tablet, there was an engraved state about the three losses and seven tribulations of the ancient race. After a long time, Ling Haochu closed his eyes, and in his mind, he reverberated back when he had survived the third loss and the first tribulation, and obtained a Shang Soul Blood Tiger, the voice that appeared.

"If I let the sky fall, the sky will fall, and if I let the earth die, the earth must be shattered! If I let this sentient beings die, then no one will shepherd it, and I will let this sky be without saints, who will dare to survive ......"