Chapter 265: Storytelling Returns, Ancestral Ballads!

I have to say that the current world of China is changing all the time.

I still remember that a few days ago, when Wu Yan commented on the Land Immortal List, no one dared to question it.

A land immortal list includes almost all the top masters in the Shenzhou world.

And just for a few days. The changes in the world of China can be described as earth-shaking.

Just the great opportunity that Wu Yan gave the audience to return to ancient times and cultivate again has already added countless masters to the world of Shenzhou.

After the battle between the two realms, Shenzhou was promoted, and a large wave of masters erupted.

And in the past few days, many mysterious masters have emerged.

On the list of land immortals that I reviewed last time, countless masters on it were even defeated by people who had not been on the list.

Although the entire Shenzhou world is rumored to be powerful about Wu Yan, there are still some people who still have some doubts about him because of the land immortal list.

"Land Immortal List? The Fifth Realm Heavenly Beings already account for four-fifths, and there are very few Sixth Realm Celestial Beings, and I think this Divine World is nothing more than that..."

In a box on the sixth floor, the black-clothed priest looked a little contemptuous, and at the same time, there was a strong desire to conquer in his eyes.

"Six Seventh Realm Emperors have appeared in just a few days, who believes this? As for a storyteller, how much strength can he have..."

This priest also suddenly appeared in the past few days, more precisely, the lord of a large force in several worlds who was attracted by the promotion of the Shenzhou world, and often has the heart to conquer the world.

This time, I came to pick up the star tower and prepared to explore.

Although he doesn't take the world of Shenzhou into his eyes, he is still very cautious when he really acts.

And there are quite a few people like the black-clothed priest.

When Wu Yan began to tell stories, there were indeed many people who were attracted to it, and some strong people who were originally hidden also walked out of the retreat.

In another box on the sixth floor, an old man with white hair and strong spirit scanned all directions, his eyes shining brightly.

"I didn't expect there to be so many strong people in this little star-picking building..."

"Yesterday, the guy who wore a mask and hid his head and tail seems to be on the list of land immortals, the peak celestial emperor Shakti.

I thought that he could be ranked more than a dozen on the land immortal list before, so there shouldn't be so many strong people in the Shenzhou world, it seems that I was wrong. ”

The white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes solemn, and looked at the high seat that was still empty in the central field of the Star Picking Tower.

"And how could this storyteller know our story..."

His name is Wang Xianzhi, he has been in the city of Emperor Wu for 60 years, occupying the second Jiazi in the world, and the new martial arts in the snow is a veritable martial god.

I didn't expect that there would be changes in their world, and let his Martial Emperor City merge into the Shenzhou world.

What surprised Wang Xianzhi even more was that the story of their world was actually told by a storyteller in this world, and even all the secrets of his Wang Xianzhi and even the ending had been listed.

And all this he got from a man wearing a mask of ice yesterday.

And the other party is actually the emperor who has not had any news, but secretly ran to the East China Sea and wanted to slay the dragon.

Emperor Shakti originally wanted to secretly slay the dragon and break through the sixth realm, but he didn't expect to meet Wang Xianzhi, so he had no choice but to be beaten again.

"The reincarnation of the White Emperor..."

Wang Xianzhi's eyes were complicated, he sat in Emperor Wu City to prevent the heavenly immortals from descending to earth, and his greatest wish in his life was to close the heavenly gate, not wanting the heavenly immortals to fish in the world.

But I didn't expect to learn now that he was actually the leader of the immortals in the fairy world, the White Emperor.

This couldn't help but remind Wang Xianzhi of the ending in the mouth of Emperor Shitian, Wu Yan said that he was in the book.

It was precisely knowing this, after learning that Wu Yan was telling the story, Wang Xianzhi left Emperor Wu City and came to the Star Picking Tower to listen to the book.

is not only to find an opponent who can fight, but also to ask the doubts in your heart.

And the time is spent in countless people discussing and thinking and calculating.

Before I knew it, another hour had passed, and the scorching sun in the sky had come to the middle, and the sun was like fire.

Wu Yan was very punctual, and appeared on the high platform silently.

The two maids of the blue bird fish and the young wei also floated down.

With a startled pat, Wu Yan bowed his hand to all directions, and the storytelling officially began.

"The book was picked up last time, the Kyushu Emperor's lamp was fluttering, Xiao Chen's yellow clay platform was sent to the end of the illusory half-ancestor, and Lao Tzu's primordial Buddha and others were successively knocked down to the magic well."

"Even the legendary Dao Ancestor Hongjun was revealed by Xiao Chen to reveal his true face, and it turned out that the other world came to plunder the faith of Kyushu."

"When Xiao Chen wept blood and sang a high ballad, the immeasurable beings in Kyushu were called back to the deepest memories of their bloodline..."

"In this battle, countless illusory half-ancestors were torn off the abyss, the four worlds, the immortal realm, the cultivation realm, the spell realm, etc., returned to the real Kyushu, and Xiao Chen also fell into the Demon Well Dead City..."

When Wu Yan finished speaking this paragraph, it was already quiet in the Star Picking Building.

Everyone's eyes were filled with tears, although it was not the same world, but when Xiao Chen sang that ancestral ballad, who didn't feel congested?

"The broken mountain is the backbone of heaven and earth,

The dry and hard yellow mud is the blood of the earth,

The bones of the mountains are the sorrow of the ancestors. ”

In the box on the sixth floor, even if Zhang Sanfeng is 100 years old, there are tears on his face at this moment.

Wang Ye next to him also had a dull look in his eyes, and he muttered the song of the ancestral god in his mouth.

"Thousands of years later, the piano is harmonious, the silk and bamboo are melodious, and the most holy avenue is praised Yongchang.

Who else remembers that the Suiren clan lit up the way forward for the human race.

How can you forget that Shennong tasted a hundred herbs and buried his bones elsewhere.

Does anyone know that Nuwa wept blood to make up for the sky, and used the essence of flesh and blood to allow my human race to continue to prosper.

The prosperous era is singing, the avenue is on the top, and an illusory divine comedy buries the ancestors' achievements for thousands of years.

All living beings are like ants, the avenue is ahead, and the songs are sung forever, without mentioning Yan and Huang.

Inexplicably heartbroken. ”

Although it is not the same world, the ancestors of the human race in the immortal realm are also Nuwa, Suiren, Yanhuang, etc., even Wang Ye's original lazy heart has been restrained, and infinite sorrow and admiration have emerged in his heart.

"The magnificent palace, the majestic giant palace, the false gods in front of the column, the desolation of the ancestors.

The small tablets have long been forgotten, and there is nowhere to place the half-foot shrine.

Do you remember that there was a name called Yan Huang?

You have the hope of your ancestors in your blood.

Just say that the road and the prosperous era, the national spirit is buried.

The blood of the firmament, the spirit of the earth, the battle of yin and yang, the weeping blood and the yellow.

Can the blood and tears of your ancestors touch your heart of stone? ”

In another box, Yu Xiaoxue, who had just finished the retreat and had broken through the seventh realm, was already in tears.

She originally wanted to complete the breakthrough as soon as possible, so as to help everyone defeat Da Ri Rulai.

However, when she got out of the customs, everyone else returned, and it was already Wu Yan's storytelling time, so she came to the Star Tower to listen to the book first.

Unexpectedly, just listening to the book Immortal Realm touched Yu Xiaoxue's heart very much.

As a descendant of Nuwa, and she has also been in contact with Zhao Ling'er, although she has a sense of honor for the identity of Nuwa's descendant, she also has a little complaint about the god Nuwa in her heart.

But when Wu Yan's ancestral ballad came out, her heart was only full of reverence and pride.

Those ancestors shed their blood for the sake of future generations, how could they not follow suit.

I have to say that the appearance of the ancestral ballad shocked everyone and touched everyone's hearts.

On the high platform, Wu Yan took a break and continued to talk about books.

"Xiao Chen fell into the magic well, transformed in the world of the dead city, and returned from the rebirth of the condensed soul fire, at this time the world of Kyushu was being ravaged by the cultivation realm..."

"Xiao Chen defeated the cultivation of the True Realm Tianjiao, and later defeated the Golden Lion King again, suppressed the Yaksha and other foreign races, condensed the Holy Body, and shocked the world..."

"Heavenly Burial Valley to find the ancestor artifact, seize the battle sword, show the power of martial arts, and fight the first half ancestor in the hand of the firmament..."

"Later, in order to rescue the first love of Kyushu, Ruoshui, I gathered a group of half-ancestors to fight the Qinglian Heavenly Maiden, seize the sword, and pass through the stone bridge..."

"Xiao Chen, in order to save the dead Ruoshui, accidentally stepped into the mysterious other world, and saw that the martial ancestor stepped on the ninety-nine steps to bombard the only true realm, and the father of Keke left a time imprint between heaven and earth, leaving a road to and from the desolate heavenly realm..."

(End of chapter)