Under the stone monument outside the forbidden land, although several hours have passed, the sky is already the sun setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun makes the entire Miao Village bathed in golden light.

But this beautiful picture did not attract the attention of everyone under the stele, Jamie Titan and others stood quietly, while Wu's mother was worried and watched, flashing a trace of worry from time to time, whether it was Hong Fu or Yi Yi was the object of her worry.

And Wu Xuan is constantly wiping his sweat, this forbidden land is in danger, no one has been able to come out alive for thousands of years, if something happens inside, then? Thinking of this, Wu Xuan looked at the guards wearing trench coats, and secretly complained in his heart.

Everyone looked different, but they were broken by a ripple of the silent pressure, and they all looked at the ripples in the void expectantly, a light door opened, and two figures appeared in the swirling whirlpool.

Finally came out, a blood-haired boy, a blue-haired girl, fair skin, starry eyes, but gentle as water, always paying attention to the young man beside him.

"Yiyi?" Wu Ma shouted tremblingly.

"Mom. She trembled, then looked at her mother, and walked forward excitedly, and the mother and daughter hugged each other tightly.

"Just come out. It's all mom that's bad. Wu's mother couldn't cry, this is the voice of joy.

Yi Yi hugged her mother excitedly, "No, no." "No matter how strong she is in the forbidden land, she is just a woman after all.

And Wu Xuan's face changed, and then he saw a few Taishang's eyes, nodded clearly, and then knelt on his knees and bowed. Hands forward. The forehead touches the ground.

"I've seen the saint and the saint has no borders. Wu Xuan shouted.

Several Taishang also knelt down. I thought that the glorious day of the Miao people had come, but I thought of the origin and meaning of Hongfu and just hugged the waist of the saint. With a complicated expression, he knelt on the ground and said complicatedly: "I have seen a holy woman, and the holy life is boundless." ”

"I have seen the saint, and the holy life is boundless. ”

"I have seen the saint, and the holy life is boundless. ”

"I have seen the saint, and the holy life is boundless. ”

The people below didn't have such thoughts, and the saints of their own clan fell to their knees excitedly and shouted. For thousands of years. The saint is synonymous with supremacy, that is, in ancient times, the saint was also supreme, leading the Miao people to glory and survival.

All kinds of legends make the aura of the saint seem supreme and sacred. It is not an exaggeration to say that the appearance of the saint represents the incarnation of the gods.

In fact, it is almost the same, today's charm is that Da Luo Jinxian can be slapped to death, and after a few days, he adapts to the power in his body, and ordinary quasi-saints can be slapped to death. I didn't see that the king of the Ten Halls of Hades beat a sub-saint like a dog. You can know the strength of the ancestral witch.

Otherwise, it would not dominate an era.

Yi Yi let go of her embrace, and then helped her mother, and raised her hand expressionlessly, "Get up." ”

Everyone felt a wave of power float. The body stood up involuntarily, and then looked at the blue-haired woman in the sunset in the bath with fanatical eyes, and her exquisite bone armor made her look like a god-like majesty.

Hongfu, who didn't speak from beginning to end. Looking at the looks of the Miao people and others, I couldn't help but feel sad. This is the reality, every generation sends women to the forbidden land. But none of them came out, and in the end they were numb, but they couldn't give up, and giving up meant that the previous ancestors died in vain, so they went farther and farther. It's like the psychology of a gambler.

Alas, a sigh sounded in Hong Fu's heart, this is for fate, but also for those dead Miao women, and also for this old dogma.

"The origin of the Miao tribe, in fact, you also know, fighting the heavens and the earth, ruling an era, and then withdrawing from the stage, leaving behind the mixed blood of the Wu clan and the human race, the Jiuli clan. In ancient times, Chi You was killed and forced to live in seclusion in southern Xinjiang, and then multiplied with the help of the Holy Maiden, generation after generation, until now. ”

Hong Fu glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "They rely on their unyielding will, on their arrogance, and on themselves, instead of sending their relatives to death for the ethereal saint in their hearts, and they are just mortals inside?

Hong Fu shouted, and then waved his hand, and a picture flashed in the air, on which Na's endless monsters, the monsters that covered the sky and the sun, the demon creatures like the demon god descended, the powerful momentum, and the endless fierce breath came out of the picture unceremoniously.

"Knock knock!!" Everyone looked at the mid-air picture, sat on the ground trembling, looked up in horror, trembling.

Only the guard in the trench coat looked at the picture expressionlessly, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm, which made Hong Fu look at it with a smile, and if he cultivated the God of War Technique, he could become a warlike person if he was not warlike, otherwise he would not be the God of War Technique.

Wu Xuan looked at the picture in the air decadently, bitter in his heart, forty years ago, his father personally sent his lovely sister here, I thought it was a paradise inside, or there were many mechanisms, or some trouble, but I didn't expect it to be so desperate.

"Wrong, all wrong. Wu Xuan muttered, thinking of his sister's voice and smile, and the reluctance to cry and enter the forbidden land, wrong, really wrong.

"Really wrong. Those who muttered to themselves, they have lived for hundreds of years, some for hundreds of years, and they are all people who are about to become gods, but at this time, they are all looking at the picture with withered faces, how many proud daughters of the sky in hundreds of years, how many juniors have entered here, and they have been devoured by this monster.

"The ancestors mistook me into waiting. One of them shouted angrily.

"Ahhhhh The other Taishang kept hammering the ground on the ground, crying silently. The hard stone floor is constantly turning into debris.

All the Miao people stared blankly at the frightening picture, looking at the grief and indignation of the patriarch and the elder of the Taishang clan. I was confused.

"What were you thousands of years ago? What was the cultivation of your ancestors when you first came to Miaojiang, not to mention that Da Luo is like a dog, and the golden immortals are all over the ground, but the heavenly immortals can also slap them to death. The gods and Buddhas of the heavens did not dare to provoke easily. Hong Fu sighed.

"You know the saints of the past, but what era was it? Your strength is constantly degrading, and the cultivation of each generation is decreasing, and you still look at things with the same eyes as before, and follow the line of your ancestors?"

"The will of the ancestors is not immutable, if you want to carry it forward, it is to inherit and develop, and take its essence to eliminate its bad fears. Hong Fu shook his head, and then looked at the stunned Miao people.

"Holy Maiden, don't think about it, it's just to bring trouble to you. Hong Fu walked to Wu's mother and Sister Yini.

"Mother Wu, sister, let's go. Hong Fu said while holding Wu's mother's other arm.

Wu's mother nodded, and then looked at her daughter, Yi Yi also nodded, she recovered her memory, she didn't care about the Miao people, she only had the people in her heart, looking at Hong Fu's gaze and nodded shyly.

The three of them left step by step, followed by the guards, slowly took off, flew onto the space battleship, and then all the people went up, slowly ascended, and then disappeared, only the sluggish Miao people.

"Woo. The crying was spreading, that is, Wu Xuan and several clan elders had tears in their eyes, no one had any relatives, but they were all swallowed by the forbidden land.

At this time, the picture slowly became blurry after Hong Fu left, in fact, this is also Hong Fu's borrowing of the power of the soul, if in his heyday, I am afraid that this picture will exist in the wilderness.

Until the picture disappeared, the amazing coercion was gone, everyone collapsed, crying, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and in the night, miserable, regretful, hateful, confused. All the emotions were vented. The longing for relatives, the disappointment in the ancestors, and the hatred for oneself are not iron, yes, what is the cultivation of the ancestors, what is the current self? How can it remain the same?

Transformation and rebirth are slowly happening here!(To be continued.) )