"No," the old man directly denied Jiuyan's idea.

Jiuyan paused, his eyes looking straight at the old man.

"It is the servant of God who has awakened," said the old man.

"When we came in, we found that everything had changed, and all the power of the Terrans was inexplicably sucked"

"Did his servant suck it?"

"I don't know" The old man was slightly surprised: "When we came in, we found that our strength was lost, and it was different from before, so we had a new plan."

"What's the plan?" Jiuyan asked subconsciously.

"Do you see the filth?" the old man sighed, his tone very lonely.

"It's all my fault," the old man saddened: "When I found out that I had lost my strength, I started a new plan, which was to find new strength, so we encountered many such filthy stories."

"This kind of filth is very special, it comes with a mysterious power, which can be absorbed by people and stored in the body, just like that, I ordered all the monks to start absorbing it"

"However, there was nothing unusual at first, and at the end of the day, the mutation began."

"Did he make a move?" Jiuyan's face was ugly.

Although what the old man said was not very vivid, Jiuyan could think of the scene of all the monks at that moment.

He clenched his hands slightly, and a hint of nervousness appeared on his face, which flashed.

"Yes!" the old man nodded: "He struck, the creature hidden under the filth struck, he tore all the monks apart, like a wild beast foraging for food"

Jiuyan's body trembled slightly.

"Can you think of that despair, all the monks are in despair, their bodies are bitten, from their feet to half of their bodies, and finally to their chests, until the whole person is engulfed, that despair, that sorrow," the old man trembled.

"They were all struggling, screams of terror kept coming through, despair and sorrow, the fate of being eaten from which we could not escape," the old man cried, and it was like a nightmare, which made him think about it all the time.

Jiuyan was silent, he was not present, but he could think of the despair at that moment, because it was not the first time he had felt such a thing, and his heart was covered by loneliness and despair.

He clasped his hands, there was only silence at the moment, he would not comfort people, never, he would only do something useful to him, and he would not say it with his mouth.

"Didn't anyone survive in the entire Qinghai region?" asked Jiuyan.

"Why not, it's just a little dirty story, it can't accommodate all of us" The old man sad: "Almost half of us are standing on the shore, and yet, we still can't escape that terrible fate"

"It's all si, no wonder I feel the strong smell of blood," Jiuyan sighed.

"The servant of God has struck, we cannot resist it, he is very strong, so strong that it is beyond our expectations, I see that the people are crushed one by one, and I am powerless, I cry and shout, and my throat is hoarse" The old man mourned.

"They were all desperate, blood flowed, blood flowed, and it was like hell here"

"So how did you survive?"

"It's them, they saved me with the last of their strength, I've been waiting, I know you're coming," the old man cried.

Jiuyan couldn't help but look at the old man, the young man's heart beat unconsciously, he saw the old man, looked at the eyes that were wet with tears, at this moment, he was just a lonely old man.

Jiuyan leaned down and sat quietly in front of the old man.

He didn't say anything, he knew that the old man must have a lot to say, at this moment, he was just a listener, and the old man's sadness, his loneliness and despair, all needed to be vented.

"We are all wrong, the power of God is too strong for us to have, let alone open the true channel"

"Do you know, our ancestors are wrong," the old man laughed, very crazy.

Jiuyan listened quietly, just like listening to a story, not a bit, but not a single wave could be made on his quiet cheeks.

It's not that he doesn't have a surname, it's just that Jiuyan knows more and understands more, and his heart gradually adapts, like a tender grass, standing alone in the wind and rain, and gradually thriving.

"Young master, get out of here, don't come back," the old man prayed, his eyes looking at Jiuyan.

He didn't want Jiuyan to fall into such a SI situation, because he knew that Jiuyan was different, and the young man in front of him was the surname of all the races in Qinghai, which he couldn't compare.

"Are you done?" Jiuyan didn't answer him.

The old man was silent.

"How many of these filthy tans are there?" asked Jiuyan.

"It's a lot, it's too much for us to count"

"This kind of filthy Tan definitely doesn't exist for no reason, and it's still under such an abyss," Jiuyan said.

"We don't know about this kind of thing, we came in with a mission, and there is only one understanding about this abyss, which is where God sleeps."

Jiuyan nodded, and after a moment of silence, he said, "How are the servants of God? Why is every filthy monk being eaten at the same time?"

"There is only one record from the ancient books, and as for all this, no one knows why"

Jiuyan nodded again, revealing a look of thought, and then said, "The last three questions"

The old man paused, looking at the quiet Jiuyan in his heart.

"Who am I? Why do you all have to save me? Why do you call me Young Master?" Jiuyan directly blew up three questions without a pause.

"I'm old, I can't remember the past, I just remember, your existence is very important, you are our hope, and your real name is 'Zi Ling Qiong'"

Jiuyan was stunned, his eyes were stunned.

"My real name, Zi Lingqiong, is my surname Zi?" Jiuyan muttered to himself, and for a moment, he thought of the ancient book he had seen in the ancestral hall of Shangtu Village.

"Legend of the Purple Emperor" Jiuyan swallowed his mouth with difficulty, his eyes confused.

"Is there really that realm in this world? that realm is so powerful that it makes the heavens and the earth tremble," Jiuyan muttered to himself, feeling melancholy in his heart.

"You are the last person to be born" The old man looked at Jiuyan, and he couldn't bear it in his heart.

It's just a teenager, but he has to bear an unknown mission, and even his life may end in nothing, but he has no choice, the identity of the teenager in front of him does exist, and he must do what he has to do.

"The last one?" Jiuyan wanted to laugh, probably thinking too much, he looked a little tired, and squinted his eyes and looked at Tianyu slightly.

Thousands of years ago, what did you do, who erased that history, I was the last to be born, so who walked ahead of me? Is he still alive?

Jiuyan's heart is very bitter, who would have thought that it has been tens of millions of years, he has been sealed for tens of millions of years, the mainland is changing, the vicissitudes of the sea are just a wisp, time is like water, he is lonely and recalled.

People of the whole era have been buried, and it may be difficult to find even a trace of ashes, but he is standing here as a whole person.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his luck, but also his desolation.

"My name is Zi Lingqiong, the one who has survived for thousands of years" Jiuyan whispered, his tone was light and lonely.

"What happened thousands of years ago?" Jiuyan looked at the old man.

The old man was silent, closing his eyes slightly, perhaps not even having the courage to open his eyes.

Jiuyan was also silent, took one last look at the old man, and slowly stood up.

"Believe me, live, you are our hope" The old man spoke, his tone thick and desolate.

"What happened in that era?" Jiuyantou didn't look back.

"It's too long ago for anyone to know what's going on"

In the distance, Jiuyan's back seemed to pause, and finally, disappeared from the old man's sight.

"No one knows what's going on, everyone is hopeful, everyone is looking forward to it, live well," the old man yelled in the direction of Jiuyan with all his might.