After deciding to become elders, the elders spent all their efforts and time on the Sand people. Even at the cost of life, it is rare to hear that an elderly person will sigh and regret it.

For thousands of years, the position of the elderly has changed frequently, but in that rush that could kill at any time, there has never been an elderly person who has been afraid of seeing the death of an elderly person in his companionship, and no longer wants to take up the position of elder.

In his position, he must bear his responsibilities, and these elders are like the last human shield of the Sand people against external crises in the absence of the patriarch. As long as they haven't closed their eyes, they have to fight for the Sand people to have a chance of survival.

Even if they know that they can't do it, for the sake of the Sand Clan, these elders, who are no different from the rest of the Sand Clan, will still show that they have three heads and six arms, so that the people can live in peace.

For this unbearable effort of ordinary people, Xiangdun just kept paying silently in the past years, but never regretted it.

But seeing the cold appearance of the Sand people at this time in order to protect themselves, his heart was shaken for the first time.

Over the years, he has worked hard for his people day and night, just to ensure the peace of the Sand tribe and see that his family has no worries about suffering. But it wasn't until today that he suddenly discovered that the people of the Sand tribe under his protection not only appreciated the dedication of him and the other elders, but also took it for granted.

Living for the Sand Tribe, Dying for the Sand Tribe, in the thousands of years of day and night change, has become something that these Sand Clan elders themselves take for granted.

In their lives, they never lived for themselves, but for the long-term responsibility of the Sand clan, and after the birth of their own children, they were strictly whipped, so that they could become the next elders and even the patriarch.

Compared with other demon people, the Sand Clan lacks the secret technique to improve the realm of the Demon Dao. They can only be groping on their own for generations, barely improving their cultivation that they still think they can do.

There is no suitable entry, and the children of the elders who have worked hard since childhood can be described as muddy and potholes all the way to grow up.

They don't know what to do to improve their cultivation faster, so they can only spend a lot of meaningless time, resting on one realm and not being able to move forward.

As the descendants of the elders, no matter how busy their fathers and mothers were, they would force them to cultivate the Demon Dao realm in the strictest way, compressing all the childhood and youth of these elders and descendants who seemed to have infinite scenery in the eyes of other clansmen.

The rooster crowed, and they slept in the middle of the night, and spent almost all their waking hours in the study of martial arts without a clue.

The desperate thought for the Sand Clan was like a spell that had been tightly around their necks since they were born. The more these elders struggle in this spell, the more they will only be trapped in this oppressive path of cultivation, and the more they will be unable to extricate themselves.

The hierarchy among the Sand clan is obvious, and the treatment of the elder clan is completely different from that of ordinary people.

Seeing the luxury and majesty of the elderly's home, ordinary people only wanted to bring their children into the elder clan in order to embark on a path to prosperity.

Those teenagers in the elder clan, but from time to time there are two or three rebels, who have been suppressed for a long time and are uncomfortable, and they desperately want to escape from their homes and integrate into the lives of ordinary people.

For thousands of years, they have lived in that kind of mutual envy, but they have never crossed the line because of the difference in rank.

As a descendant of the elders of the previous generation of the Megatron clan, Xiangton had already received the most rigorous training before he ascended to the position of elder.

Over the years, he has never had a moment in his life to live for himself. At all times, Xiangdun's heart is full of the Sand Clan, and he is often worried about the affairs of the clan.

The expressions of the clansmen in the past and present are being played back in Xiangdun's sea of knowledge.

His consciousness inadvertently thought of the elders who had died outside the Sand Clan earlier.

Walking closest to death, it is not uncommon for these elders to die in the line of duty. In order to avoid panic in the hearts of the clansmen, they tacitly concealed the death of all the elders, and even incorporated their clans into their clans after the deaths of those elders, so that those Sha people who had lost their elders to support their clans would come out to make trouble after the death of the elders of the same clan.

Whether it is for the clansmen or the family members of the elders who live together, every elder in the Sha clan can be said to have done their best.

Xiangdun did this, and never thought of asking his people to be grateful to him.

Feeling that as an elder, he was high up and difficult to get close to, and for a long time in the past, he just wanted to silently watch over his clan like that, and ensure that most of the people in his sight could live a very good life.

The dark side of all the Sand Tribes, these elders never let the people know.

Even if they were on the side of the Demon Pond and there was a Demon Hell Mansion in the city, they never informed the clansmen of the dangers in these places, but only sent heavy troops to guard this place, and even used their cold-blooded appearance to drive away the Sand Tribesmen who tried to approach this dangerous place in vain.

Many times, they would rather let the Sand people feel extremely cold, and never let the people know the extremely dark side of the Sand Clan and even the entire Demon Clan.

But Xiang Dun never thought that they seemed to be ruthless with a cold face and a hot heart on Su Ri, which was originally for the good of the Sand people, but it planted the seeds of despair in the hearts of the Sand people, so that they were indifferent when they saw Xiang An at this time.

Is it worth it?

Countless rhetorical questions lingered in Xiangdun's sea of knowledge, and Xiangton was so depressed that he was about to lose his breath.

Sensing Xiang Dun's strange appearance, Xiang An, who was still weak, trembled his weak hand and reluctantly patted the back of Xiang Dun's hand.

is also an elder, what Xiang Dun is thinking in his heart, although Xiang An can't know everything, he can guess one or two. It's just that as an elder, this is their life, although Xiang'an is from an ordinary family, but in this position, he deeply understands the difficulty of being an elder.

He didn't want Xiang Dun to have other thoughts about his clan because of himself, and he didn't want Xiang Dun to lose the posture that an elder should have in front of his clan.

The warmth came from the back of Xiang Dun's hand, which made Xiang Dun instantly sober up and think about everything in front of him.

Lowering his voice, he couldn't help but lean closer to Xiang An and said, "Elder An, I have made you suffer this time. ”

Although Xiang'an's injury has nothing to do with the Sand people, Xiang Dun is still cold by the ruthlessness of the Sand people.

It's just that under the empathy, Xiang Dun was a little speechless, and he didn't know what to say to Xiang An.

Unexpectedly, Xiang'an's attitude towards the Sha people didn't care at all.

After getting rid of the position of ordinary people and ascending to the position of elder, Xiang'an understood very well what the elder meant to him. He smiled lightly, and almost used all the strength of his body before dragging his weak body and reluctantly striding towards Shen Moli.