Countless times of layout just for the present strike.

Just to be able to kill the person in front of me who I don't know.

Just to kill this person who is only in the clan elders' word-of-mouth prophecies and ancestral teachings.

Although this person doesn't look so annoying now, to be honest, the foreign woman's heart still fluttered a little, but then it was as hard as ice on the sacred mountain that would not melt for thousands of years.

What can a person do when he dies, his death can make his compatriots and his people live better.

If you want to blame, blame your father for not taking the lost divine token of our clan to meet our patriarch, blame it, blame your father for dying early, and have you been able to get the same power as your father now!

At this moment, the woman named An Su turned these thoughts in her heart, and she felt a little guilty in her heart.

But these are not the reasons why she can let Chen Yuanyuan go.

To be honest, Chen Yuanyuan doesn't need these guilt and pity.

He wanted to survive.

Even in such a desperate situation.

Even if his warrior heart is traumatized.

But Chen Yuanyuan's desire to survive has not perished.

Even if you are going to die now, there is no difference between a sword in the chest and a sword in the back and a knife in the back.

The remaining dark power in the body erupted out for a while, as if it had been suppressed for a long time, and the powerful Buddha's breath seemed to feel the surge of that power, and suddenly became violent.

The power of the black moon would not be able to rush left and right for a while.

This was the old monk's way of alleviating Chen Yuanyuan's curse, but now it has become a life-urging charm.

The current Chen Yuanyuan, facing this sword, has no choice, and it seems that there is no other way to go except to kill him.

But there are always exceptions.

Because of Chen Yuanyuan's despair, or Chen Yuanyuan's unwillingness or something.

Ansu originally had a stone hanging from his neck.

This stone is very round, the same five colors, there is a warm feeling in the hand, and even the heart is quiet, and it is possible to feel the slow heartbeat in it on a certain windy afternoon.

Maybe it's a hallucination, maybe it's not.

Ansu didn't know.

But she knew that it was definitely a good thing.

Because this is one of the three treasures of the Zhen clan in the clan.

This stone, a set of worn armor, and a stone axe, is rough in workmanship, and looks like it has a wild feeling, a simple beauty.

It is said that this is something left by a powerful person to his ancestors, and there is also a theory that this is the armor and weapon left by the first ancestors to the clansmen.

No one knows what the use of this stone hanging around their necks is, but it is so precious that ordinary people can't even see it, and only when the moon is full every month will a ceremony be held, and the worship will be held in the distance, and only when the wolf worships the moon once every ten years, it will be precious and carefully taken out.

This grand ceremony is called the Grand Ceremony.

That is, six years ago, when I was attending a big ceremony, I didn't know why the stone, which was called the "holy stone", didn't know what happened, and it fell under my feet, and was seen by the elders of the clan, crying with joy, and then the stone was kept by myself.

It is also because of this that his status is so lofty.

to be able to access these things.

You can also have access to these secrets.

I can also hear the conversation between my father and the clan.

That's why there was this assassination.

But now, the stone has a reaction.

Knock knock knock.

In fact, it is a moment of time.

At the time that An Su felt, it was in a short time when he couldn't even blink his eyes once.

The stone flew in front of Chen Yuanyuan.

In fact, in the eyes of some people, the speed of time is relative.

The speed of the sword, in fact, can no longer be described as fast, it is simply the time for the mind to turn.

In fact, when Chen Yuanyuan tried to mobilize the night, the sword had already pierced an inch into Chen Yuanyuan's skin.

But strangely, when the stone flies, the whole time seems to slow down.

The dust seemed to have stopped in the air, An Su's eyes were wide open, staring at Chen Yuanyuan, and the strips of cloth on Li Guotao's body seemed to have stopped flying, and even the trembling of his eyelashes was gone.

The sword also stopped, and Chen Yuanyuan's heartbeat also stopped.

Only the stone was flying.

The sound of knock knock.

One after the other, one after the other, and one after the other.

At first it was like the sound of someone beating a drum gently, and then it became a heavy beating, a hundred people beating, a thousand people beating, and it became the sound of horses' hooves like an army, and it became a giant beast running on the ground, a giant pillar as a hammer, and the earth as a drum.

Knock knock knock.

The whole world seemed to tremble, it all seemed to roar, it all seemed to resonate, it all seemed to become a frequency.

It ended up being a heartbeat, a planet's heartbeat.

There is only one voice in the whole world.

Chen Yuanyuan only had this voice in his ears.

Knock knock knock.

It seems unpleasant, but it is only relatively speaking, in fact, Chen Yuanyuan's heartbeat has reached a terrifying speed now, and the blood flow in his whole body is even more terrifying, I am afraid that his body is as strong as an old monk, and I am afraid that he will explode and die immediately.

But Chen Yuanyuan didn't.

The North Underworld is beginning to boil!

As if sensing some threat, the Buddha's light and Buddha's breath quickly shrank into a small mass and hid himself.

The whole of the North Hell was dark, up and down.

Darkness is thoroughly rewarded.

Dry fingers began to spread.

Chen Yuanyuan's body began to decay.

Immortal decay.

Bones appear one by one, and the flesh begins to disappear.

But Chen Yuanyuan's eyes are at least made of meat now.

His pupils began to dilate, began to become illusory, and began to become confused.

Not the feeling before death.

He heard it.

I heard the sound of my heart slowly slowing down and slowly starting to stop.

He heard the sound of his own flesh disappearing, like frost plading on his bones.

The sound of death was even heard.

But none of that matters.

He vaguely felt that there was something hidden in these chaotic sounds, hidden from his own detection.

So Chen Yuanyuan was very confused.

He knew that the stone had appeared in front of his eyes.

The crust on it began to crack and began to fall.

This is the stone that looks like a stone egg.

That voice sounded extremely pleasant to Chen Yuanyuan.

It was a new sound.

It was an introduction-like sound, and he drew a much larger figure.

The voice that Chen Yuanyuan wanted to hear.

That sound seemed to come from ancient times, a roar from one's own soul, as if it had traveled hundreds of millions of years and appeared in one's ears.