Chapter Seventy-Four: The Old Story of the Feather Clan (2)
The old man's right hand shook, and suddenly a wound appeared in his palm. The old man pressed his palm on the door, and then his left hand quickly sealed, and the left hand kept flying, turning into an afterimage, and after about half a minute, his hand stopped, and turned back to Mu Ping, who was in a daze behind, and shouted: "Hurry up and wipe the blood on it!" ”
Mu Ping hurriedly leaned over, bit his finger ruthlessly, and then smeared blood on the door. As soon as the blood touched the door, he felt a vibration under his feet, and the door slowly opened backwards, and a strong elemental aura poured out of the door, rushing towards his face, and the call became louder and closer.
Walking into the door, there is a huge conference hall inside, the entire conference hall is about a thousand square meters, and there are nine stone pillars erected in the entire conference hall, and the stone pillars are painted with various mysterious runes, and the runes also shine from time to time. At the northernmost edge of the chamber was a golden chair, somewhat resembling a dragon chair, carved with a large number of patterns that exuded majesty.
The chair was empty, and there was no mystery, but there was a silver-white bow on the table in front of the chair, and the whole bow emitted strong life fluctuations, and the strong call came from it. Mu Ping seemed to be able to feel the happiness and excitement of the bow, and he could see that the bow was constantly trembling, as if it was about to break free and come to him at any time.
The old man also saw a strange silver-white bow, this bow has been placed there for tens of thousands of years, and countless outstanding young people in the clan have no reaction to the test, but he didn't expect that Mu Ping will start to move by himself before he touches the bow. My heart was suddenly full of surprise, and at the same time I was very happy, I didn't expect that tens of thousands of years have passed, and the King's Bow will react again, and the revival of our clan is hopeful!
He couldn't help but kneel down on the silver-white bow knees excitedly, and said excitedly after making a few strange movements: "Patriarch, I have finally looked forward to it, it has been nearly ten thousand years, I have finally looked forward to the king of my clan, and I have finally looked forward to it!" I have lived up to your expectations and found the king for my people! ”
The old man couldn't help but burst into tears as he spoke, his face full of misery and excitement. A person has guarded the land of the race for nearly 10,000 years, just so that the race can be passed on, just so that the race can be revived in the future, and finally the sky pays off, and finally looks forward to it, I can't help crying bitterly, crying out of the loneliness and sadness of nearly 10,000 years.
Mu Ping looked at the old man with tears on his face, a little overwhelmed, and wanted to go up and pull him up, but he was afraid of making a mistake.
The old man cried for a while and then stood up, and said to Mu Ping excitedly without wiping away his tears:
"Son, go and take that bow down."
When Mu Ping heard that the old man actually asked him to take the bow down, he was suddenly a little strange, and couldn't help but hesitate. Seeing that he was silent, the old man thought that he was unwilling, so he suddenly became a little anxious, and said with a pleading face: "You go and try it, you can try it." ”
Mu Ping saw the old man's pleading face, and his heart suddenly softened, just as the call in his heart was getting louder and louder, and he was constantly calling him over. So he walked slowly towards the silver-white bow, and the old man's eyes were staring straight at his movements.
The closer Mu Ping got to the bow, the louder the call in his heart became, and the stronger the feeling of blood connection. When his hand rested on the back of the arch, the silver-white bow kept beating, rubbing against his palm like a coquettish child. The old man had completely held his breath at this time, and when he saw Mu Ping's hand on his arched back, he didn't dare to breathe at all. When I saw the silver-white bow start to beat, my heart was immediately relieved.
Mu Ping grabbed the back of the bow and took the bow down, and suddenly the bow emitted a strong light, illuminating the entire council hall. The old man saw that Mu Ping had taken the bow off and his heart was completely relaxed, and his eyes were full of excitement.
Mu Ping took the bow and looked at it carefully, and found that there was nothing special about it, it was nothing more than a little lighter, and the back of the bow was warm, and it was very comfortable to hold. He tried to pour the fighting energy into the arched back, and it was very smooth, and there was no obstacle at all. It's just that when he wanted to retract his fighting qi, he was shocked to find that his fighting qi couldn't be recovered, and the fighting qi in his body continued to pour into the bow uncontrollably. Mu Ping was suddenly anxious and wanted to call the old man for help, but found that his body was uncontrollable.
The fighting qi was infused faster and faster, and the fighting qi in his body became less and less, and when the fighting qi was completely absorbed, he actually began to absorb spiritual power, and suddenly Mu Ping felt dizzy, and his entire brain tingled. After a while, Mu Ping couldn't support it anymore, and fell into a coma in front of him.
Mu Ping's silver-white bow immediately emitted a large amount of white light to wrap him inside, and the invisible light gradually became tangible, forming a white cocoon that wrapped him inside. The cocoon beats evenly like a heart and makes a thumping sound.
The old man excitedly approached the cocoon to meditate and breathe, and from time to time leaned over to feel the breath of the cocoon.
Mu Ping dreamed of a lot of strange things, dreaming that he had become a king, leading many strange-looking people to fight against demonic beasts and fight with the human race. Most of them were archers, and they also had wings, and they were very good at archery, and many of them could shoot a mountain with a single arrow.
He also dreamed that he was holding a silver-white bow and fighting an extremely vicious-looking man, and that the bow had no arrows, and every time the bowstring was pulled, an arrow would automatically form an arrow, and the arrow was extremely powerful. The strength of the vicious man was very powerful, and the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked between the swings of his hand, and every time he shot the arrow, he blocked it, and he still had the strength to fight back.
The vicious man was extremely fast, and he came to himself in an instant to fight in close quarters, and he was not to be outdone, he fought with him with a bow in his hand, and the use was the bow fighting technique that he had just learned, but at this time, his bow fighting skills were extremely powerful, and he was actually on par with that person between his backhands. It's just that after a long time, he finally fell into the disadvantage and was pressed and beaten by him.
In the end, he broke out, using a forbidden move, gathering the power of heaven and earth to form an arrow to shoot, and when an arrow was shot, the sky and the earth changed color, and the person also used all his strength to resist, after all, he was defeated by the power of heaven and earth, and was sealed after being smashed into pieces by the power of heaven and earth. And he was also eaten back because of the use of forbidden moves, his soul was scattered, and his whole body turned into ashes.
Those strange people were in grief when they saw the king die in battle, everyone raised their bows and shot nine arrows into the sky, and suddenly thousands of arrows shot into the sky, black and oppressive, covering the sun, and then everyone cried bitterly, Mu Ping was also infected by this sad atmosphere, and had an urge to cry.
Suddenly, a strong suction force came from the air, and suddenly his eyes went black, and when he woke up again, he found that he was wrapped in a white cocoon. As soon as he stretched out his left hand, a silver-white bow suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he pulled the bowstring with his right hand, and an arrow immediately appeared on the bowstring, which was originally empty, and as soon as his fingers were loosened, the arrow suddenly turned into an afterimage and flew out, shooting the cocoon out of a large hole.
The old man was originally sitting next to the cocoon and meditating, and suddenly there was an inexplicable feeling, it seemed that Mu Ping had woken up, he suddenly got up, opened his eyes and looked at the white cocoon with a happy face, and suddenly felt that a large number of elements converged, and then felt that the energy was approaching rapidly, and he hurriedly dodged. I saw a ray of light shoot out of the cocoon and disappear into the sky through the gate.