Xuan Zhongxing looked at the sacred tree, and his face showed a pleasant color. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 There was a familiar smell of blood wafting in the wind, which was very good. He is not a bloodthirsty maniac, but this bloodline breath soaked in his muscles and bones is really a fatal temptation for the Xuantian people who pursue power. What does this breath mean? More power, longer life, more pleasant life experience. The true feeling of the power of the bloodline is only possessed by the Xuantian clan among the hundred clans.

According to ancient legends, there was a demon disciple who tried to devour his master while he was asleep. Before the devouring method was completed, the disciple died. Why? It's just because the master is from the Xuantian clan. For the human race, because it is too old, there is no literature to verify, and it can only be classified as a legend. For the Xuantian clan, those soul memories related to bloodline memories have been gradually recorded by the clansmen for thousands of years under the curse dome. All because the bloodline is weakening, and the clan is more aware that the complicated soul memories are more reliable in the form of books.

That legendary master was the ancient cultivation wizard Xuantian Gang. In the eyes of the Xuantian clan, this ancestor does not look like a Xuantian clan at all, but rather a raceless immortal. He had made a great wish to stay in each of the hundred clans for a hundred years to strengthen his bloodline memory and life experience of the realm.

This decision was sensational in the context of the domain at the time. Although the hundred clans are not harmonious, the foreign Xuantian clan has made them come together together.

At first, it was Long Ze, which was Xuantian Gang's first choice to enter. It is said that the dragon clan was really nervous for a long time because he entered Longze alone. Why? Haven't the dragon clan always been afraid of foreign races? No, what they are afraid of is Xuantian Gang's true purpose. Does he have a purpose? Not at all. Even if there is, it is a 10,000-year plan. That is to let the hundred clans of the Haotian Domain slowly accept the existence of the Xuantian Clan.

Xuantiangang is amiable, and no one thinks that this superficially kind person will provoke any disputes. Therefore, even in the hundred years of the Dragon Clan, the leader of the Dragon Clan has great respect for him. Who doesn't want a future opponent to be a good match?

Xuantian Steel is also fierce, when the underworld wanted to secretly attack the Xuantian clan, he visited the temple of sin at night on the grounds of offering a plan and took the head of the Hades in front of the eyes of hundreds of officials, and then he could still sprinkle it away.

The head of Hades was divided into three pieces and refined into a wine vessel, which was actually also an artifact. Keep one for yourself, and the other is given to the Demon Venerable of the Demon Clan, which is said to be still worshiped as a holy weapon by the Demon Clan, and one is given to the Elf King who has never been in contact with it. Since the Elf King received that heavy gift, he announced that he would marry the Xuantian Clan for eternity.

Why is the arrogant Elf King like this? Because the wine vessel was full of a cup of Xuantian Steel's essence blood, and let the messenger pass it on from generation to generation: Xuantian Steel gave a cup of essence blood for the Elf King's cultivation. This is the supreme courtesy of the Xuantian Clan's admiration for the opponent. After a hundred years, Tiangang will personally slash the Elf King in order to retrieve the artifact!

The glory of the Xuantian Clan's bloodline is now long gone, and even this trace of blood can make him happy. Xuan Zhongxing shook his head, and secretly said that it was sad and pitiful.

The person under the tree seemed to be exhausted, but he still grabbed the trunk of the tree with both hands and hit it hard, which made Xuan Zhongxing a little unbearable. But thinking that the sacred tree can wake up, it doesn't hurt so much. For a community, the life and death of an individual is not so important. There are always life stealers, but they must also be allowed to exist, after all, they have the blood of the Xuantian clan in their bodies, no matter how thin they are. In the end, it's just a matter of letting them do something for the clan in \b other ways. In other words, these people are meant to be protected.

The sacred tree moved.

Xuan Zhongxing's old waist straightened, and he seemed to have returned to his youth. The eyes are shining, and anyone who sees this state at this time thinks that it is a return to the light, which will definitely make people worried.

He confirmed that the sacred tree had indeed moved, that the green branches were gently swaying, and that there was a faint whisper in the wind. Xuan Zhongxing listened carefully, and barely heard it clearly.

“...... Alas, why bother?" is like an old man who has seen through the world, just reading it lightly, so faint that people can't hear it unless they listen carefully. Some helpless, some disappointed, and some unbearable.

Next, the wind blew. There is a faint sense of piercing. Xuan Zhongxing was startled, and he fell down from the lookout platform with his head busy, and two figures flew in from the shadows, catching the old patriarch in mid-air, but they were two great sword masters, and they couldn't let the old patriarch have an accident. Although the clan god can protect the clan, but take care of the upper and lower levels of the clan and leave the old patriarch, so can it be repaid?

Falling to the ground, Xuan Zhongxing's legs were still shaking, but his mouth was unforgiving, and he said, "Who let you come out? What should I do if I startle the child?"

"Yes, yes, the patriarch is not old, I wish the patriarch a long life and a hundred years of life-" The sword master knew that there seemed to be something wrong with this, and he hurriedly said: "Long life 20,000 years!"

Xuan Zhongxing glared at him and said angrily: "Hmph, you are cursing me to die early, I still want to live for 30,000 years!"

"Grandpa will live to be 5,000 years old!"

"Uh-" The three of them were stunned for a moment.

Shui Er blinked and didn't dare to speak again, because the elder brother behind the patriarch had staring eyes and shaking his head, and it was terrifying to look at.

"It's not as good as a child!" Xuan Zhongxing picked up Shui Er and walked towards the main hall, saying as he walked: "Grandpa will live to be five thousand years old!"

The sword master innocently said, "Did I miscalculate?" The patriarch is now more than 10,000 years old, according to what Shui Er said, hasn't the patriarch lived for more than 5,000 years in vain?"

"Shut up, don't let you talk nonsense, you just ——。 ”

"How can you blame me, I don't have to come out according to me?"

"You two come here!" someone in the shadows said lightly: "One yuan stone for one person!"

"Boss, why only give one yuan stone? This is to save the patriarch's life, the last time the patriarch walked and fell and almost hit his front teeth, I also saved it, you give me a hundred yuan." ”

"It's different, it's different. The man in the shadows shook his head and said, "Last time the patriarch laughed, this time not only did he not laugh but he was angry, it would be good to be able to give you a piece of Yuan Stone." ”

"Well, count me unlucky. The next time I save the patriarch, it seems that I have to weigh the patriarch's mood, which is really difficult enough. The swordsman grumbled, looked at the swordsman next to him and suddenly said, "I know why." You see, the water is five thousand, five to two is three larger, and a thousand to ten thousand always look young. It turns out that the patriarch likes to be told that he is young!"

"Nonsense, you still say you're 100 years old. ”

"That's different, I'm talking about a long life of 100 years, that is, he can only live to be 100 years old, it's a fact that the patriarch is 10,000 years old, doesn't this mean that he shouldn't live so long?"

The man in the shadow said lightly: "First of all, you are not children, and you will lose this point." Moreover, what Shui'er said is to live to be 5,000 years old, which means that the patriarch is very young now, and you two have no eyes and no beads, and you can't see clearly as a child!"

"That's really the reason!" The sword master said in amazement: "I didn't expect this speech to be so questionable, I knew why waste time practicing? ”

"How can cultivation be so simple? If you don't practice, time is dead, and when you reach the end of your life, you don't need to be buried by others, so you will find a place to go first. Our Xuantian clan is okay, lie down under the sacred tree, and the city can be cleaned up the next day......" Before the man in the shadow finished speaking, he exclaimed: "Quickly return to the temple!" After speaking, he turned around and rushed towards the main hall, and everyone followed.

In the empty square, only Chongtu under the sacred tree was left to hit the sacred tree weakly, as if the whispering of the sacred tree had not been heard. In fact, his heart was full of sorrow, and he could not hear any other voice.

“...... I...... Wake up......" whispered in the wind and poured out slowly, "anyone can save this city, but their faith is not enough. Look at you, you could have done this 10,000 years ago, but you just want to live, what can I do? I'm asleep, I'm helpless, I have too many sealed memories...... The little girl is gone, she doesn't want me to be lost, so she puts me to sleep, what a naughty little thing. None of what she did was right...... But what's right...... I'm looking at you all in my dreams, I know it all, but I can't wake up...... She's been abandoned by someone else, what about you...... Abandoned by myself, and I, unfortunately, I was abandoned by trust...... Fortunately...... Now there's one more little guy who trusts me...... Do you know his name? Huh...... The name is a bit strange, the old city official...... Later, he ...... It's your junior brother......"

The wind from the sacred tree swept in all directions.

In the midst of the fierce wind, the whispering voice grew: "Descend, the souls of the Xuantian who have been sleeping for eternity, look at your clan city...... What a beautiful place? Now it has been overwhelmed by war. Since the people in the Heavenly Tower turned a blind eye, and the spirits learned to pretend to be stupid, I naturally didn't care. Where are you? By the way, it's my dream, come out, children, and go back to where you are dead, and die again, or ...... You will never die, as long as you hold on to the power of faith...... Oh, that's pretty good stuff. Go ahead!Fight for the soul of the Xuantian clan!You must prove that you are the real soul of the Xuantian clan!...... not that or something" Shenshu pondered, "Shorty......"