As soon as I closed my eyes, an incomparably familiar aura that made me feel close to it continued to escape from the silkworm Cong clan next to me and burrowed into my body. At this moment, my whole person seemed to fall into a very peculiar state, all the fear in my heart disappeared at once, and my mind was empty, without sorrow or joy.

There was a chanting sound in my ears, and it was like the prayers and beliefs of mortal beings for the gods, and it was full of devotion and fanaticism, which made my blood boil all over my body, and the thing that had been silent for countless years at the source of my life fluctuated slightly.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing alone on the white coffin of the white coffin, my hair blowing in the wind, my clothes dancing.

I stood on the edge of the stone wall and looked down, and my eyes seemed to be able to see through the ages at this moment, crossing countless mountains and rivers.

On the banks of the ancient Yellow River, in a magnificent and huge city, a baby croaked to the ground, his strange appearance, his eyes bulging high, like a deformed freak.

His mother, who gave birth to him, hated him, and his father, who was the head of the tribe, hated him, but an old woman raised him with a mouthful of diluted goat's milk. His childhood was ridiculed and ridiculed by the children around him, and even the child of the leader was still called a monster.

Day after day, year after year, as the child grew up day by day, his body became stronger and stronger, and his temperament became more tenacious, but the dislike of the people around him became more and more intense, his God-given eyes bulged out nearly an inch long, no one wanted to communicate with him, and everyone regarded him as a demon.

Until that day, his father who ascended the throne told him that he was going to divide him to the land of Shu, thousands of miles away, and let him take the people who had given him to fight against the barbarians there, and to promote the prestige of the Huaxia tribe in Zhongzhou, but in essence, it was only to let the shame of this imperial family leave Huaxia and stay in that wild land forever.

The descendants of the Yellow Emperor don't need this kind of monster!

He had long been accustomed to silence, and silently led the group of old and weak tribes who had given him to follow some of the tribes that migrated westward on a long journey. Because of his strange appearance, even the people who gave him did not want to submit to his leadership, and one by one he defected to other tribes, and he was already familiar with the loneliness of the long journey, and as the leader of a tribe, he became the object of ridicule and ridicule from everyone.

Until, the tribes who migrated west came to the Tsing Yi River valley in the southwest, where they were attacked by the most powerful barbarians in the region. In the face of the strange and powerful witchcraft of the Goki people, the heroic and warlike Chinese warriors were simply unmatched, and one by one they fell in a pool of blood, their flesh and blood were used as food by the Goki, and human skin and bones became the material of witchcraft.

Three battles and three defeats, a great panic spread among all the tribes, and the murderous Gokis are about to turn these Chinese people who have migrated thousands of miles into dry bones. At this moment, he stood up, the blood in his body boiling, and the instinct to fight awakened.

He is the son of Emperor Zhuan, and he has the most powerful bloodline in the world!

In the face of the attack of the Goki, he led the people to use the white stone as a weapon, took the lead, and broke all the spells of the Goki people with his most courageous attitude, fought a great battle, and exterminated the clan!

Finally, he led his people to take root in this land, conquer the barbarians of Shu by force, and use the advanced civilization of Middle-earth to influence this wild land. Developing agriculture, raising silkworms and mulberries, he will spread everything he has learned in Huaxia to this wasteland, and make his tribe stronger and stronger. When one barbarian tribe after another surrendered at his feet, when all the people in the entire Minjiang River valley worshipped him as a god, looked at him with adoring and respectful eyes, and even used his deformed eyes as the totem of worship, and took it as glory.

At that time, he was standing on the bank of the vast Minjiang River, looking at the ancient giant city thousands of miles away, and at that moment, he just wanted to say to the high emperor, he was not a monster! It is the real descendant of the Yellow Emperor, the king of all living beings in the entire Shu land!

The years go by, like a turning wheel, in a flash.

Countless years later, he was old and frail, and he lost the sharpness of his youth. And at this time, his son, as the successor of the King of Shu, brave and handsome, did not inherit his deformed eyes, but had a legacy from a powerful bloodline.

Stemming from his childhood thirst for power, he was unwilling to let go of the power in his hands, even if his body was in decline, he was unwilling to give up this position to his children. Over time, a resentment grew in the heart of a young man. Until that day, he stood vigorously in front of the bed, while he lay on the bed weakly, staring at each other without saying a word.

A pair of strong arms lifted him from his bed, like the maid who took him out of his mother's birth canal countless years ago, except that one gave him new life while the other led him to death.

When he was put into the white coffin, a pair of deformed eyes looked at the heroic face, which showed a touch of hideousness, and the full lips of the young man opened slightly, and said to him: "You are old, you should have died a long time ago!" ”

The lid of the coffin was closed, and darkness and death clouded his senses. Outside, there are countless Shu and Qiang people who come to mourn their great kings and gods, and their pious and mournful voices run through the whole heaven and earth, but no one knows that in the white coffin, there is an old hand constantly grasping the lid of the coffin that is firmly covered.

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The vicissitudes of the sea, the wind blowing across the earth, brought me wisps of sorrow.

At some point, something called tears kept sliding down my cheeks, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw the infinite darkness and dead silence.

But I knew that opposite me lay an ancient king, whose deformed and withered eyes stared firmly at me under a bronze mask, telling me about his sad and glorious life.

I felt, at this moment, I seemed to become one with the ancient corpse in front of me, all the emotions in his body burst out in my heart, he was me, I was him, wisps of mysterious breath continued to drill into my body from his body.

This is a resonance from the bloodline, from the resonance of Baishi and the luck of Qiang Shu that I inherited!

My blood has been completely boiling, the mark of the sun god bird on my left shoulder is red, and even a faint red glow is released in this darkness, the burning sensation spreads to the entire body, the skin is hot like heat, and the sweat on my body evaporates into pieces of white mist and rises.

A power that had been latent in the deepest part of my life for a long time began to awaken and revivenation, permeating every muscle, every bone and every cell in my body.

At this moment, a terrible roaring dragon roared quietly all over my body, and a faint blue light continued to flicker on every inch of my body, which was the power given to me by Jiaozhu, transforming my body, and allowing me to have the blood and power of Jiaolong.

But at this moment, in the face of the power that appeared at the origin of my life, the origin left by the frog seemed to tremble, and it began to peel off from my body.

Severe pain instantly transmitted from every part of my body, which was the effect of the dragon origin being stripped away, and I couldn't help but let out a painful moan in pain.

But soon, with the departure of Qingguang, a faint golden light began to spread in my body, and where I passed, the original pain was forcibly suppressed, and the weak body regained its strength, and this power was different from the previous Qingjiao origin, because he himself belonged to me, and he has been lurking in the deepest part of my body since he was born, until today he has completely revived in the resonance with the Silkworm Cong Clan.

When a faint golden glow enveloped my whole body, all the cyan light was expelled from my body.

Bloodline, Resuscitation......