The same place, the same people, doing the same thing, but the mood will be very different, this is the years. Just like now, Wang Xuansong held the dagger and the yellowed little book in both hands, and he couldn't help but tremble. The villagers looked at him nervously, their eyes full of hope, but more often than not, they were curious and apprehensive about suddenly being in the realm of mythology. At this moment, the old man thought of the scene when he took over the post of village chief twenty years ago. At that time, he was also like now, solemnly holding these two things under the gaze of the whole village. It's just that that time, it was the old village chief who handed it to him with a solemn expression, and this time...... It's a naïve little rabbit who threw it casually.

That night, the previous village chief told him a lot of absurd things, however, from the clear eyes of the old village chief, he understood that everything might be true. After that, the old village chief left, and this secret was buried in his heart alone. However, he was not reconciled, and the more he knew, the more unwilling he became. He didn't dare to forget the old village chief's entrustment, so he had to hide his thoughts. However, although he respects his ancestors, he does not agree with the choices of his ancestors. Therefore, after he took office, intentionally or unintentionally, he regained the myth and quietly poured many things into the subconscious of the villagers. It's just that he also knows that only ideas are not enough, and he does not have the ability to realize his dreams. Twenty years of ups and downs have passed, he is no longer young, and his sky-high ambition has faded. But just when he had completely given up, this opportunity fell from the sky.

Why did Wang Feng throw these two things at his grandfather, it was because he found a few little heads on tiptoe in the crowd, so he was in a hurry to meet his friends. It's really a child's nature, and when I see my playmate, I actually leave such an important thing behind. However, it can also be seen from his casual movements that he is not used to being big or small. According to the number of rites, the old man is both the village chief and his grandfather, not to mention such an important thing as an ancestral weapon, it is a fruit, and he should also hand it over with both hands. Nearly 10,000 years of wild life will indeed change a lot of things.

"Brother Bee, what are you doing here?" asked a little girl with some dirt on her face whispering, her eyes extremely clear.

Wang Feng's face was full of black lines, and this little girl had also learned badly, "Xiao Yingzi, don't be taught bad by your tiger brother...... It's not a crazy brother, you want to call me Brother Feng!"

There is no actual understanding of many words here, so even if it is a name, everyone is called very casually, generally speaking, other life words with homophony or similar sound are what they really call in their mouths, so Wang Feng, Wang Feng, and Wang Bee can be said to be his name here.

"Oh, Brother Feng. The little girl's change of words was very smooth, which made Wang Feng's face full of relief, but the next moment, his smile froze. Seeing that Wang Feng didn't speak for a long time, the little girl was anxious, "Brother Crazy, tell me quickly!"

"Hahaha......" A little fat man who was about the same age as Wang Feng laughed directly, "Crazy, it's shameful again!"

"Fat Tiger, what are you laughing at?!" Wang Feng waved his fist angrily, looking unconvinced to fight. As soon as the little fat man heard the fat word, his laughter immediately stopped, "Okay, you little madman, Grandpa Tiger will come to meet you today." ”

"Hey, you little bunnies, you can't turn the sky upside down, stay honest with me. "Wang Kui really can't stand it. Fights are encouraged here, and when they are put on hold, a few little kids will fight and they will come to see the excitement. But when is this now, I didn't see that the adults were already nervous to death, and these little kids were ruining the atmosphere here.

Wang Hu was yelled at by his old man, and immediately stopped talking, just shook Wang Feng fiercely with his eyes and didn't turn his head. Wang Feng snorted, also turned his head, and then was instantly watched intently at the old man's actions. Flying away, hum, fat tiger, see that I have become a fairy and come to clean you up. Thinking of the skills of those people in the mythology that his grandfather told him, no, gods, his heart suddenly became hot.

The old man didn't pay any attention to anything else, he just closed his eyes and quietly stroked the quaint dagger and the page. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and his fanaticism was undisguised. He drew a dagger in one hand, and in the other hand he held the sacrificial book and a small metal dagger set, and walked straight to the black body. The dagger slowly stabbed at the flesh, Wang Feng looked at it, and his heart couldn't stop beating wildly. Is this the moment to see miracles? He saw the scene where Wang Kui couldn't cut off the flesh of Jiao with a giant axe before, and now, the small dagger directly cut Jiao's body open, and that relaxed appearance can't help but make people wonder, isn't this Jiao really made of window paper?

But even more surprising is yet to come. After the dagger easily cut a hole in Jiao's body, the old man did not hesitate to stuff the yellowed sacrificial score into it, and at the same time slashed the dagger with his right hand, making a hideous cut in his chest. Blood, constantly flowing from there, was sprinkled on the sacrificial order.

"Grandpa,......"

"Village Chief,......

The old man's movements were so fast that they didn't know if the old man's wound was deliberately scratched or accidentally made. However, no matter what the reason, looking at the old man's blood gushing out, everyone's hearts tightened. It's just that, looking at the old man's current appearance, nine times out of ten, he is performing some kind of sacrifice, so they don't dare to disturb, for fear of destroying this ritual and letting the old man's blood flow in vain.

Seeing the old man's blood gushing out, Wang Feng was about to rush over desperately, but was stopped by Wang Kui. At this moment, Wang Feng felt extremely uncomfortable, "Let go of me, let go of me, let go of me...... Grandpa had bled a lot!" but, no matter how much he struggled, the hands that had grasped him showed no sign of letting go.

At this moment, Wang Feng suddenly felt that the people around him were so strange. Grandpa was bleeding, and they just watched, indifferent, and besides, they had to stop themselves...... I don't have my father, I don't have my mother, and now, I'm going to lose my grandfather again? No, I don't want to! I don't know why, he feels like he's about to lose something, and it makes him feel very bad. Grandpa has shed a lot of blood, is Hao'er going to lose his grandfather? Grandpa, you must not have an accident, Hao'er can't live without you anymore. He kept struggling, but the gap between him and Wang Kui was too big, and this struggle was very weak......

"Silly boy, don't you see the heat in your grandfather's eyes, even if you stop him now, he'll definitely do it again. Wang Kui of the Great Han couldn't help but sigh secretly, and let Wang Feng scratch and bite on his arm, "The things of the ancestors should not kill our descendants, but if the old man is disturbed by you, something may happen." You stupid boy, why are you so stupid? Ah, this bite, it's just unkind, it hurts me to death......"

"But the village chief, you must not have an accident!" Although he felt that nothing would really happen, Wang Kui was still very worried when he saw the blood gushing out of the old man. Wang Hu, the little fat man on the side, saw Wang Feng being carried by his father and kept going crazy, but he was dumbfounded for a while.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred. The body of the Jiao suddenly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the speed of the shrinkage continued to rise. In the blink of an eye, with the sacrificial spectrum as the center, Jiao's torso disappeared a large section - it was five or six meters long. The sacrificial score, emitting a soft golden light, floated silently in mid-air. Seeing this, the old man finally withdrew his hand, fell backwards, and sat on the ground. After briefly treating the wound with the herbs he had brought with him, he immediately wrapped it in strips of cloth again.

After a brief bandage, Wang Xuansong sat on the ground, his eyes staring straight at the floating sacrificial score. He knew that if he succeeded, the revival of their line would no longer be a castle in the air. With the aura of the dragon, the breath of the ancestral weapon, and the blood passed down from generation to generation, he started the inheritance, and he succeeded. His excitement, his pride, and the hope of generations of village chiefs have succeeded in this way, and Wang Xuansong is so excited at this moment that he can't care about anything else.

Grandpa is all right? The sudden change made Wang Feng stunned and couldn't help but stop. The bad feeling in his heart did not disappear, but his grandfather did not have an accident, which made him a little confused. However, the young man's heart is like this, it is superficial, and if nothing happens, he doesn't think about it anymore. Wang Kui's tense expression was finally relieved, but he was afraid that Wang Feng would lose control of his emotions again, so he didn't let go of his hand.

"Good boy, if you bite your uncle with such a big blood mark, is this still a bee? Could it be that the wild wolf can't become a wolf!" Wang Kui felt pain in his hand, and couldn't help but scold angrily at a glance.

Wang Feng looked at the clear tooth marks on Dahan's arm, and was speechless for a while, but scratched his head with one hand and smiled wryly. Everyone watched, and they just laughed. Although the old man is a little embarrassed now, everyone knows that although he will be weak for a while, his life is fine. Living in the wilderness for many years, they have a clear understanding of all kinds of trauma. Don't look at the simplicity of the herbs used by the old man, they are all things that have been selected and precipitated after nearly 10,000 years. As soon as the worries were relieved, everyone rejoiced again, and they were all excited by the miracle in front of them.

Barely standing up, the old man stretched out his hand and grabbed the light. He stroked the golden pages, and a look of relief appeared on his face. The pages of the book slowly opened in his hand, and the villagers stood on tiptoe to look around, but they couldn't see anything clearly. They were very anxious to see what was written on the sacrificial score, which had never been opened, but they were afraid of making any more forks and did not dare to come forward, after all, no one could fathom the things of God.

"Why are you standing stupidly, it's already good, if you want to see it, just look at it. The old man couldn't help laughing, he was really too excited, and he only cared about himself. As soon as they heard this, everyone couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed up to surround the old man to death. But after all, the space is limited, and the person in the back is just poking his head on the shoulder of the person in front. Wang Feng's original position was relatively high, and he was small, but he was crowded at the front. With the big man Wang Kui leaning on his back, he didn't have to worry about being squeezed out.

It's just that although this cadre and others surrounded him, only you look at me and I look at you one after another. I was so excited that I forgot that I couldn't read or write......

"What, village chief, we forgot that we don't know a single word in Douda, and we only have dry eyes when we look at it, so what, you read it to everyone. Wang De smiled flatteringly, a little embarrassed. The others suddenly woke up and retreated.

"Okay, then I'll read it to everyone......" Wang Xuansong frowned, but because he had already read a little, he felt that the things written on it seemed to be a little heavy. Of course, he didn't have to worry about anything, after all, 10,000 years had passed, and the things of the ancestors' generation were too far away for them. The old man cleared his throat, and only after everyone had fallen silent did he begin to read it.

"I am Wang Kun, the head of the Linghuo lineage, and I leave this blood book with hatred. After hearing the first karma, everyone's hearts sank. Blood book, no wonder the words are red. Characters with great powers like ancestors left behind blood books.

"From ancient times to my birth, the spiritual fire has always been the mainstay of the resistance to the oppression of the ghost clan. In my life, I have had constant adventures, so I have reached the cultivation of Immortal Venerable before I am 100 years old, and I have taken over the position of the head of the Linghuo lineage. After taking over the throne, I inherited the will of my ancestors, and worked hard for the Fire Clan to resist the oppression of the Ghost Clan. After that, I fled to the extraterritorial void, and reluctantly headed into the depths of the universe, seeking an opportunity. The void has been in the void for about 5,000 years, and there is still an endless dark void around me, and my heart is like ashes. After another thousand years, the opportunity came, and he happened to encounter a huge fleet and was rescued.

There were about 20,000 people in the fleet, all of whom were monks, and the lowest cultivators were equivalent to the spirits of our clan, and the three highest cultivators were all legendary gods—I was shocked. Since then, after fighting, I have become an immortal of the Linghuo clan in vain, and my strength is only equivalent to the top golden immortal among them, which is ashamed.

The repairs on his ship call himself a member of the Tianyun Clan, but I wish to always be commensurate with the Heavenly Clan. The people of the Heavenly Clan, the cultivation is high and low, only the number is different, our so-called immortals are called the seventh order, the golden immortals are called the eighth order, the immortals are called the ninth order, and even the gods are only commensurate with the tenth order. The cultivation of the Heavenly Clan, especially the refining of tools, is called science and technology. I carefully inspect it, according to its technology, although the cultivation of the seventh order, I can't stop it!

In my life, people are all divided into high and low by strength, the strong are respected, and the weak are servants, so the difference between the first-order cultivation and the status is like heaven and earth. However, the people of the Heavenly Clan, although their cultivation is different, their status is not different. In front of my eyes, the seventh-order cultivators of the Heavenly Clan, between their words, called the gods brothers, and made fun of the words of the gods, and the gods only smiled bitterly - I was very appalled. Listening to what he said, he knew that among the heavenly clans, although he was a god, he had the same status as a mortal. This kind of great harmony is really something that we barbarians dare not think about in their dreams, and I am ashamed and embarrassed, and I cry with emotion. ”

For the cultivation realm, everyone has no concept at all, so in the first half of this opening chapter, everyone listened completely confused, only vaguely knowing that the ancestors were very strong, and they could even live for thousands of years in what void, and those people in the void were stronger than the ancestors.

And for the second half of the opening chapter, while the "wild men" didn't understand the realm, they first instinctively thought that there was nothing wrong with strength being respected, and strong people could hunt more beasts, so they should naturally get more respect. But after thinking about it, where could a character like the ancestors worry about food, so it should be more cost-effective to call the gods brothers, so they all made a proud look of complete understanding.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Xuansong continued to read, "Thanks to the two thousand heroes of the Heavenly Clan, they will not give up, and they are also commensurate with a vulgar person like me Wang Kun as a brother. However, I, Wang Kun, am sorry for the brothers of the Heavenly Clan, and I am ashamed of the Heavenly Clan! I think that I have paid everything for the Fire Clan all my life, and my Linghuo Clan has always been at the forefront for generations, and the 20,000 heroes of the Heavenly Clan have not asked for anything in return, and have unreservedly shed their blood for the liberation of our Fire Clan—it can be said that it was they who single-handedly achieved the liberation of the Fire Clan, but what did such a grace of the world get in exchange?!" Everyone saw that the handwriting in this paragraph of the blood script was obviously scribbled and the strokes were getting thicker and thicker.

......

As the pages of the blood book turned, everyone came into contact with more and more dark insiders. Although they don't understand much of it as "savages", their understanding alone makes their teeth rattle.

At the end of the blood book it is written,

"Those beasts with human faces and beast hearts in the Fire God Temple, I hate them so much, I hate them so much...... Those beasts, they are the lackeys of the Green Ghost Clan for generations, how could I believe them! Brothers of the Celestial Clan, warriors who died in vain with spiritual fire, I am sorry for you, and the entire Fire Clan is sorry for you. Hearing this, everyone who knows many inside stories can't help but feel related.

"After escaping by luck, I want to overthrow the Fire Extinguishing Temple and live a peace, but my Spiritual Fire Pulse suffered too many casualties in the Battle of Freedom, and the 'sages' of the Bullshit Temple have always retained their strength...... However, I am unwilling, I issued an announcement to the entire Fire Clan, wanting to overthrow the bullshit temple with the power of the Fire Clan, and then go to the Celestial Clan with the will of the Fire Clan to ask for guilt. Folks, confused...... All of the people in my spiritual fire lineage were branded as careerists, dictators, rebels, and other stigma by the Bullshit Temple, and were spurned and hunted down by the entire Fire Clan.

They also don't want to think about which one is resisting and which one is aiding and abetting the abuse in the endless years of being oppressed by the Green Ghost Clan, in the great liberation of the Fire Clan!!

The gates of darkness have been opened, folks, enjoy the brief light that is to come—when the more terrible darkness comes, no one can stop the destruction of the Fire Clan.

This is the fire clan that has thrown their heads and spilled blood from generation to generation, hahaha...... I'm afraid that the ancestors of the past generations didn't expect that in the end, my spiritual fire lineage, my Great Fire Clan would actually end like this......"

The blood book seems to have ended here, but when Wang Xuansong turned another page, he found such a passage that seemed to have been added later.

"If the Fire Clan is lucky enough not to die, no matter how long it takes, you must find a way to find the star field where the Celestial Clan is located! Take the Inheritance Pearl, go to the Celestial Clan, send the Inheritance Pearl!! send the Inheritance Pearl back to the Celestial Clan, and confess to them with the most humble attitude no matter how difficult it is, no matter how much price you pay, you must go and get their forgiveness!! only in this way, the fate of the Fire Clan may have a chance to turn around!!"

"After reading" the blood book, everyone knew that the world was very big, and they were really brilliant. However, what happened to me in this vein is really tragic...... The great hatred of the ancestors has not been experienced by themselves, but they can also imagine it. However, even if they are separated by 10,000 years, they can still experience some of it.

"We're in the same vein as the spiritual fire...... "The anger of the crowd can be monstrous. Far away, they don't have to think about it, they just need to think about themselves. For nearly 10,000 years, they have lived the life of barbarians on this wild planet, and if it weren't for the dragon descending from the sky, they would have been living in ignorance. However, according to the description in the Blood Book, they are still alive, which may have turned out to be very good in the Spiritual Fire lineage. Not knowing where they came from, they were used to the precarious life here and didn't feel inappropriate, but now they knew the truth......