"Ahem...... Can you listen to me tell me a story...... Although the old woman's cloudy eyes were staring at Yuan Tiangang, she seemed to be looking at endless time, space and the past.

Yuan Tiangang did not immediately answer the old woman's words, but turned his gaze to Bai Xing.

Looking at Yuan Tiangang's inquiring gaze, Bai Baixing's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see the slightest hint of pain just now, and said to the old woman: "If it doesn't affect the sacrifice, what if you listen to it?"

The old woman also seemed to see that although Bai Xing's cultivation was low, he was the real leader, and she glanced at him meaningfully before she said slowly.

"That year......

The old woman lifted her ravine-lined face slightly, facing the gray sky, and began to tell other stories......

"Village chief, village chief! Come and see! We are in the field, and we have dug up a strange thing!"

A bare-armed, farmer, panting, ran to the largest house in the village, and shouted.

"What did you find......

An old man, hunched over, hunched over, and on a wooden cane, replied in his hoarse voice.

"Village Chief, slow down, I'll take you to see it. The farmer carefully held the old village chief by the hand and led him to a patchwork field in the distance.

A specially carved out dry field is already surrounded by villagers, including men and women, and a few children with wide-eyed curiosity.

"Let the village chief come!" the farmer yelled at the villagers who surrounded the fields.

In such a small village that is basically isolated from the rest of the world, the village chief is the most authoritative figure in it, especially this kind of old village chief.

Hearing the roar of the crop man, the villagers quickly made way for a passage.

"Village Chief, you are finally here, and when we were plowing the field just now, we suddenly ploughed this strange iron rod, so heavy and hard that not only did not lift it up for any of us, but even broke our plow!

Another honest farmer pointed to a swarthy cone.

The old village chief hobbled towards the cone, hunched down with difficulty, and brought his cloudy eyes close to it.

"It's not an iron rod, it's a ...... Tower. The old village chief said with some difficulty.

"Tower?"

The villagers, who had hardly been out of the village, were confused by the words spoken by the old village chief.

"Yes...... Tower, that's what people outside the village call it. ”

Seeing this small dark tower, the old village chief seemed to remember his ups and downs back then, and explained it to them in the most understandable way for the villagers.

"Outside the village!"

The villagers exclaimed in unison, and looked at the small dark tower with awe.

For them, the outside of the village is a much larger place than their village, even if their village is under the control of the outside of the village.

Although they had only seen the old village chief for so many years, it did not prevent them from being in awe of the village.

"Lift it up and put it next to my house, if any of you want to come and worship it, it's also convenient. ”

The old village chief may have recalled his memories because of this small dark tower, or perhaps because of the strangeness of this small dark tower, and suddenly said to the people around him.

None of the villagers objected, in their opinion, a sacred object outside the village, such as Xiaota, should be placed next to the village chief.

Since then, the tower has been placed in a small wooden shed next to the old village chief's house.

When the people of the village heard about the little tower, they all came to inquire about it.

And there are even some villagers who really worship it.

And it seems that this small pagoda is really a bit strange, and there are really some villagers who worship it and get some benefits.

As a result, more and more villagers came to worship the small pagoda, which became a sacred existence in this isolated village.

The small wooden shed where it perched gradually became a small ancestral hall.

And in order to make the small tower look less lonely, the old village chief, who is good at carving, even carves some small wooden figures from time to time and places them around the small tower, so that it seems that it is no longer a lonely one.

With the passage of time, the villagers have changed from generation to generation, and the old village chief who is good at carving has also passed away under the torrent of time, and there is no other person outside the village to take over the position of the village chief.

And what has not changed is the little wooden figures, and the small tower in the center of the little wooden people, which is still as dark as it was a few decades ago.

Not even much of a surprise, it seems like this will happen forever.

But one day, suddenly......

"Haha...... I didn't expect that in such a place of poor mountains and bad waters, there would be this kind of spiritual ground soldier, which should be the ancestor and I break through the law phase realm!"

An arrogant laugh suddenly resounded above the clouds, shaking the small village to tremble.

Hearing this voice, the villagers hurriedly looked towards the source, only to find that in front of the ancestral hall dedicated to the small tower, at some point, there was a middle-aged man with sparse eyebrows, a flat nose, hands like iron tongs, a fluffy yellow hair, and a face that was probably less than half a hundred.

Seeing that this person could be suspended in the air, the villagers, who had never seen much of the world, regarded him as a god, and knelt down one after another, kowtowing their heads constantly.

"Hmph, how can you fools look at these treasures, and give me all death!"

I saw this person scream violently, and a ring ripple visible to the naked eye swept from him towards the entire village, and everyone in the village fell down for unknown reasons.

And what this arrogant man didn't notice was that the small tower of the ancestral hall behind him trembled slightly, as if he was angry, and some seemed to be desperate.

After killing all the life in the village, he smiled smugly and walked towards the ancestral hall.

When he came to the small tower, this person said to the small tower: "I didn't expect that when I was more than halfway through my lifespan, I could still meet a soldier like you, it's really a blessing of heaven! Haha......"

But then, this Wan Lu sighed again: "It's a pity that I have outstanding qualifications, but when I broke through the half-step phase before, I used a tricky method, and now my life limit is about to be halfway over, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen this weakest and most unpromising method to break through the law phase realm." ”

"Forget it, what am I sighing about here, I don't know how many heroes and heroes, even if they want to use this worst method, there is no way. Sure enough, the destiny is still mine, haha......"

Wan Luxu didn't stay in a heavy mood for more than three seconds, and began to laugh in his arrogant voice again.

"Presumably you are not satisfied with spending so long in this kind of mountain, doing nothing, in the future, you will become the ancestor of my law, and follow me to run rampant in the world!" Wan Luxu lowered his head and said arrogantly to the small tower.