"To the Holy Ancestor Muhammad, only the name of the Great Prophet is recommended. Worship in the temple community, Chen Qi's life ......"

In the ancestral hall of the three ancestors, the ceremonial music is solemn, and the sound of sacrificial poems and odes is suppressed and frustrated, ringing like a bell, echoing endlessly in the sky above the imperial city.

The ancient ancestral temple that has stood for 2,000 years is still magnificent, and the sunlight shines on the glazed tiles, shining like a golden Sendai.

At the entrance of the ancestral temple, the queue lined up in a long line, whether it was a practitioner or a mortal, all looked solemn, each person had three sticks of agarwood, slowly walked in, first worshipped the incense and then bowed.

There are also more than a dozen gray-haired temple keepers, who walk softly when entering and leaving, or sweeping the ground, or guiding pilgrims inside.

Some cultivators recognized their former identities and were stunned, and wanted to bow down, but were stopped by the temple keeper gently raising his hand.

In the ancestral hall of the three ancestors, only the ancestors are respected.

In the sacrificial hall of the temple, three tall gold statues stand quietly.

Someone whispered softly, a shrine keeper, with a group of children who had just stepped into the threshold of cultivation, and after worshipping, he introduced the deeds of the ancestors in front of the statue.

In the center, a man with a vague face, wears animal skins, holds a wooden staff, and steps on thorns.

"The ancestor, the first leader of the legendary human race, whose name and deeds are unknown, was born tens of thousands of years ago in the ancient demon era."

"The appearance of the first ancestor symbolizes that human beings have become a true race, no longer in the company of apes, and although they are weak, they have gone their own way."

The statue on the right is a heroic man, wearing armor and holding a spear, with a resolute face and scarred all over his body.

"Zhan Zu, born three thousand years ago, is the first emperor realm powerhouse of the human race, and his combat power is unprecedented, no less than the four emperors of the demon race."

"After the end of the ancient demon era, all the demons rose together, fought against each other, fought day by day, the human race was weak, and they were often slaughtered."

"It was the Zhan Ancestor who led the human race to fight bloodily and fight a piece of life, so that the people could live in peace and get rid of the devouring of demon beasts."

It is difficult to distinguish between the true and false ancestors of the ancestors, and the age is too old, and only symbolism remains.

Zhan Zu is a real ancestor, who has established the status of the first strong race of the human race today, and has made outstanding achievements.

Its statue is majestic and heroic, standing on the right side of the sacrificial hall, which also attracts more worshipful eyes, and people who want to bow down form a long line on the side of the futon.

In contrast, there are very few people who worship on the left.

But these people are all cultivators, or they are burly, or they have a huge aura, and they are full of deterrence, and ordinary people don't dare to come over at all.

The shrine keeper moved to the left and looked up in reverence at the statue of the third ancestor.

It turned out to be a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

Three-inch short hair, gentle eyebrows and eyes, holding a thick roll of bamboo slips, demeanor, like a fairy.

The children looked up at the statue of the ancestor who was exceptionally young, and their eyes widened in surprise.

There is also a mural behind the statue - in the shade of green bamboo, this young man is meeting with Zhan Zu, spreading out bamboo slips and talking eloquently.

There is a line of words on the side of the mural, which is the true handiwork of the war ancestor:

Pifu is a hundred masters, and the law of the human race is passed on in a word!

The ancestral hall keeper sighed softly: "This is the Fa Ancestor, the most mysterious and amazing existence among the three human ancestors. ”

"Meeting with the ancestors, spreading the law in the bamboo forest, and setting the ...... of the 'four refinements and three repairs' system"

"Since then, the strong men of the human race have emerged in an endless stream, and the body refiners and qi refiners have been famous all over the world, and their achievements are impressive, and the benefits are in the future."

The temple keeper saluted again, bowed his head and said to the children:

"Every practitioner, after embarking on the path of cultivation, must worship the Dharma Ancestor to thank him for the grace of passing on the Dharma."

"That's why you're here today."

A child asked curiously, "Old man, was Fazu really so young at that time?" It feels like he's ten years older than me at most. ”

"The statue of the three ancestors is of great significance, and the face must be real, if it cannot be determined, it must be blurred, like the ancestors." The shrine keeper said solemnly.

"The only person who has seen the Fazu is the Zhan Zu, he was personally sure before his death, this is the true face of the Fazu, and it is by no means easy to seem."

"A dignified emperor realm powerhouse, naturally he can't be mistaken, as for why Fazu is at this age, maybe only he knows."

The children let out a whisper of exclamation and asked, "Is the Fazu still alive?" ”

"Fazu is the most mysterious, he has only appeared once, and there has been no news since then."

The ancestral hall keeper shook his head in disbelief, as if he already had an answer in his heart, "Such a peerless talent, if he is still alive, may be comparable to the top power of the Demon Ancestor." ”

"yes." Someone suddenly picked up the stubble in the back.

A tall old man, dressed in a luxurious yellow shirt with a solemn expression, walked slowly and walked to the three statues.

Seeing this, several nearby temple keepers were a little surprised, and did not bow down, but they all nodded in greeting.

There is no festival today, but the emperor is coming.

Could it be that like those cultivators who have encountered bottlenecks, they have come to pray for the blessings of the Dharma Ancestors?

With his back to everyone, the emperor looked worried, and after standing still, he first glanced at the mural behind the ancestor -

Five Terran powerhouses wearing dragon robes have different appearances, but they are all holding divine weapons, and they are heroic, standing in front of all the armies.

This mural implies a piece of history: before the death of the ancestor of the war, he condensed the luck of the human race, and used the technique of luck empowerment to create the first generation of human emperors in the realm of false emperors.

Since then, the emperors of all generations have been fake emperors, and with the help of luck, they are enough to fight against the demon emperor.

This contribution is attributed to the ancestors of the world.

Almost no one knows that the way of incense and luck is actually taught by the Fazu......

Just one person, who only appeared once, passed down two completely different sets of cultivation systems.

Such an achievement may be better than the Demon Ancestor who created the Demon Pill Method!

As soon as he thought of this, the emperor's heart became more and more shocked, like a wild wave.

"Terran Dharma Ancestor, the first person who has no beginning and no end!"

The advice of the master of the Xuanji Pavilion seemed to be still in his ears.

"I really found that there are people whose origin is unknown, and their whereabouts are unknown, but what they are doing is beneficial to the human race-I suggest that Your Majesty should not delve into it, maybe that old ancestor is playing the world."

can't be delved into, but there are many mysteries in front of him, and the emperor can't ignore them.

What is the identity of this incomparably mysterious ancestor? What are you doing now?

He looked up again, his pupils were already pale gray, as if covered by a layer of clouds, and his eyes were deep, looking above the three statues.

Qi Lookout.

Strictly speaking, the power of luck accepted by the emperors of the past generations only originated from two of the three ancestors.

Ancestor, War Ancestor.

One is the original leader of the Terrans, and the other is the leader who leads the rise of the Terrans.

These two are actually human emperors, but there was no such name at that time.

They represent all the human races, occupying the majority of luck, and at this moment, under the investigation of the Qi Lookout Technique, there is a long golden light above the statue, as vast as the sea.

However, the power of luck will be depleted.

Six generations of emperors have been borrowing it for a long time, and this golden sea has always been a little dull.

On the other hand, the Fa Ancestor, representing all the cultivators of the human race, had independent luck, and the golden light above the statue was shining brightly, clear and splendid, and the human emperor squinted slightly.

This pouring luck has not lost the slightest, because no one has accepted it!

Most of the high-ranking people of the human race thought that Fazu was dead and had no heirs, and it was precisely because of this.

But today, the Emperor began to suspect that Fazu might not have died, but was just deliberately unlucky.

Now, this vast area of golden light is almost substantial, and has accumulated to the point of terror.

If it is blessed on a Five Realms Qi Refiner, the combat power can reach the peak of the Emperor Realm in a short period of time!

More than 2,000 years ago, a person of unknown origin had never made a move, and he obtained such a strong foundation with just a roll of bamboo slips and a long conversation.

Such a means impressed future generations.

The human emperor was silent, but his heart was turbulent, as if he was asking a question in a loud voice:

"If Fazu is really alive and has been secretly helping the human race, why don't you accept this luck?"

In the ancestral hall of the three ancestors, there is only the sound of melody and frustration of sacrificial poems.

"The ancestors of the people are long, and the descendants are on the tracks. With the heavenly worship, forever respectful. ”

The sound was like a deep sigh, echoing in everyone's ears......