Looking at the two giants who had arranged themselves properly, Shen Wan held Mi Yake's fingers and didn't let go.

thought that the two of them were going to eat themselves, but the sentence "husband" turned the whole thing around three million light years.

It's like Li Bai wrote a beautiful poem about how to make the Chinese men's football team break out of Asia.

And Du Fu was still amazed on the side.

Shen Wan thinks it would be more reliable to talk about the current situation in Syria.

Mi Yake looked at Shen Wan, who looked confused, and realized that he didn't seem to know about it.

Some of them frowned shyly, not knowing how to speak.

When the giant on the side saw this, he snorted coldly and said:

"Didn't the prophet Jemichi tell you? He has betrothed you to Miyak, and you are now the son-in-law of our Titan Clan. ”

A simple explanation, but every word reveals reluctance.

Miyako looked away, and her cheeks flushed even more.

Hearing this, Shen Wan's mind instantly flashed the figure of Ye Mizhi.

"The giant old man?"

I murmured in my heart, as if I remembered something again......

"Old thing, how about letting the old man make a decision privately?"

"It's up to you if you think it's suitable, I don't have that much spare time to take care of this kid."

"Nima!"

Shen Wan suddenly realized that the conversation between the two was meant by this, and he was actually sold by two old guys.

I was a little unhappy in my heart, and I suddenly turned my head and looked directly at Mi Yake's shy face.

"Hmm...... How likely is it that this thing doesn't count? ”

"You dare!"

Before Miyak could speak, the giant was the first to say angrily.

A strong wind blew Shen Wan's face a little loose, and then looked at the giant, his head was full of red hair and exploded again.

"The old man didn't agree to this marriage, even if he wanted to withdraw from the marriage, it wouldn't be your turn to speak!"

As the patriarch of the Giant God Clan, if you want people from other clans to withdraw from their own marriage, do you want his old face anymore?

Shen Wan struggled to move behind his fingers.

I'm afraid of being spit on this old thing.

Seeing this, Miyak retracted his hands back to his chest, and then said:

"The patriarch is angry, that's not what the husband meant."

Shen Wan was silent, it seems that this matter has to be talked to privately with the person concerned at the right opportunity.

Now this bone eye is going to fight with this old stubbornness, well, it's yourself who is dead.

Seeing that this kid was no longer making mistakes, the giant's heart was also a little relieved.

"It's not good, you kid remembered for me, as a son-in-law, everything must be based on your mother's family, otherwise, the old man wants you to look good!"

"Nyima ......"

Shen Wan was disdainful, but he didn't dare to talk back, and tilted his head out, all as if this old guy was farting.

Miyak didn't want the patriarch to continue to wrestle in this matter, so he hurriedly changed the topic and said:

"Patriarch, now that the eight realm fires have all been lit, we ......"

Thinking that the top priority is to open the boundary ring and reunite with the people.

Let go of the children's private feelings first, after all, rescuing the clansmen has become the only mission of her lineage.

But before he finished speaking, the giant's body trembled, and his expression suddenly became nervous.

Seeing that Miyak was going to continue, he directly interrupted:

"Miyak!"

Miyako was slightly flustered, thinking that the patriarch had already made a choice.

But when he looked at the other party again, his face was no longer kind, and he became a little distorted.

"Patriarch, who are you?"

I was puzzled, so I asked casually.

The giant's eyes were a little evasive.

As if he didn't dare to look into her eyes, his huge body twisted like a child who had made a mistake.

Miyake's heart sank slightly, and her willow brows furrowed.

After waiting for 10,000 years, why is the patriarch so hesitant to come to this moment?

It was clear that something had happened.

Time suddenly came to a standstill.

Shen Wanti's eyes slipped, and he also saw that this matter was not so simple.

Of course, now is not the time for him to be poor, shut up obediently, and it is not appropriate for him to participate in other people's housework.

Two heavy breaths came and went.

Miyak didn't ask any more questions, just stared at the old man in front of him.

Finally, as if experiencing a strong inner struggle, the giant raised his head and spoke out helplessly:

"Ring of Bounds...... Can't open it. ”

In just a few words, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and then covered his face with his hands and squatted directly on the ground.

"Can't open it?"

Mi Yake looked at the patriarch who was squatting on the ground with a frustrated face, how could he still have the momentum that a hegemon should have.

"Hey!"

The giant's voice began to choke, his body trembled, and black smoke kept rising.

"I don't want to, but I can't help it, I can't control myself!"

"I put them ...... Eat them all! ”

The voice was very small, and he did not howl or mourn, but buried his head in his chest, rising and falling.

The whimpering sound was muffled, suffocating.

Miyak was stunned, almost fell, and subconsciously took a step back to stabilize his figure.

"Patriarch...... What did you say? ”

I couldn't believe my ears and had to ask.

The giant shook his head, and his tense muscles instantly relaxed, like an old father who had done something wrong but couldn't do anything about it.

"I ......"

The sky glowed with a hint of red.

Another day of silence will be replaced by darkness.

The giant's voice choked up, and finally told a more untold history.

Back then, the altar floated to the sky, and the ten major sacrifices, the three elders, and the six prophets, against the ruthless heavenly fire, used seventy-two black iron divine ropes to stabilize the altar.

At this time, there are very few people left.

But with the current position of the altar, it is difficult for future generations to light the boundary fire.

The patriarch gave an order, and asked the rest of the people to bring the fire and quickly go outside the realm to set up the altar.

Eight towers of Babel were erected, and in order to prevent the destruction of the altar by the heavens, several prophets exhausted their cultivation and integrated their souls into the tower, becoming the last line of defense of the Tower of Babel.

At this time, on the altar, only the patriarch and the great prophet Yemichi were left.

thought that the clansmen would survive, and the two finally completed their mission.

But with a cracking sound, the divine rope began to break one after another.

The altar is breaking free, and it is still being held on to by the Heavenly Dao.

In desperation, the patriarch asked Jemichi to consolidate the iron rope, while he, standing on the altar, looked at the black cloud with an unquestionable gaze.

He wants to use his life to resist the way of heaven.

Ten fingers clasped tightly, and the boundary monument was hugged into his arms.

A long roar pierced through the sky, causing the Heavenly Dao to be furious and let out bursts of roars.

The whole body is cultivated as a condensation, resonates with life, and becomes one.

The divine soul is like a cocoon, winding the realm ring layer by layer, forcibly disconnecting the altar from the Heavenly Dao.

The sacrifice lasted ten days.

The powerful mind was sustained until the entire body dissipated.

Finally, the patriarch swallowed his last breath, and only then did he take back the lives of the clansmen from the hands of Heavenly Dao.

The last consciousness looked at the sky, and finally showed a relieved smile.

However......

The Divine Soul lost its ontological consciousness and was completely controlled by the Boundary Ring.

He became a puppet, an emotionless puppet.

Blood sacrifices rushed towards the clansmen in the Boundary Ring, and the sky was instantly dyed red.

The cry of children, the sorrow of women and children, the roar of the prime, the screams of the people.

He saw the mountains of corpses, and he saw rivers of blood.

I saw that some people were running away, some people were struggling, and some people were holding the corpses and gnawing mercilessly.

The man turned his head, revealing his snow-white fangs.

The man was also red-haired.

He has no waves, no sorrows and no joys.

It's like a dream, it's like a fantasy, but it's so real.

Ring of Bounds.

The Ring of Heavenly Dao.