I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Several people got into the car, walked up the road, and quickly returned to the location of the dilapidated temple.

Fang Geng's family has disappeared, only a mountain road winding upwards.

The mountains are getting hotter and hotter, and everyone is sweating.

Shi Buwen carried the blind Zhang on his back, walked like flying, and ran towards the mountain.

Several other people also climbed up the stairs.

On the way, He Chong kept looking at the disordered formation with his yin and yang eyes to avoid illusions and dangers.

The occasional falling stone was smashed by Tang Que's punch, and the stone splashed.

Du Ming muttered words, making the vegetation stable and the road smooth.

Finally, several people arrived at the entrance of the cave.

The restriction still exists, and no one can go in.

"did you find it?"

Du Ming asked He Chong.

"There are three flaws here, as long as you use a certain amount of strength, you may be able to break through."

He Chong looked at it for a moment, then pointed to three locations.

Tang Que's arms swelled, and she was in charge of the highest position.

Shi Buwen picked up his own pistol and pointed it at the center.

At this time, the paper figurine flew out, holding a sword, gun, sword and halberd in his hand, and approached the nearest nbsp; the three of them looked at each other and exerted their strength at the same time.

click-

There seemed to be the sound of something breaking, and the three of them entered the cave at the same time.

The miasma and pollution instantly flowed into their lungs, causing the three to struggle painfully.

Du Ming opened his mouth suddenly, and read out a long poem, asking about God's will. The voice reached the ears of several people and calmed them down.

"There is a strong miasma here, we must be careful."

Du Ming also had a nosebleed.

They went deep into the cave, and immediately saw the skeleton sitting in the center.

"That's what Lu Jian said"

He Chong couldn't believe it, this was obviously the original Xuanjun.

"He just sat here and suppressed those evil gods?"

Tang Que also felt very strange that the ancestors of his lineage were sitting here, which could not be explained by any medical science.

"Here are some books"

Shi Buwen picked up those books.

They quickly flipped through the vibrations of the cave, ignoring the nausea and dizziness caused by reading the book, and all of them had nosebleeds and blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.

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Finally, with the help of He Chong, they found a way to become Xuanjun and strengthen the seal.

This method is also called asking God.

It is to invite the gods of Xuanjun entrenched here to descend on his body.

After inviting God, my body will communicate with the formation here, and will maintain the formation by burning vitality.

A person can only live for ten years at most, and in just three or four years, the lifespan will be exhausted.

Of course, even if you die, your soul will be imprisoned and returned to Jiangcheng Mountain to continue to provide fuel.

Once you become a Xuanjun, life and death are out of your control.

No one knows if those dead souls are tortured here.

But they all know that being boarded by Xuanjun's gods, dying, becoming fuel, and suppressing evil gods is definitely a huge test of will.

That's an experience no one would want to experience.

However, the people who became Xuanjun in the past dynasties all chose to inherit this position in the end.

In fact, after they come in, they have the opportunity to choose not to take anything and leave directly.

If you don't perform the ceremony, you will be polluted a little bit, and your lifespan will be shortened a little bit.

But all have made choices.

If this question was raised after tea and dinner, perhaps the vast majority of people, including He Chong himself, would not choose to stay here.

But now, in this situation, they all know what they should do.

"Everyone, although we may not be familiar with each other before, but we are both descendants of Jiu Chuan, so we should be regarded as a family."

Du Ming said.

"Here today, we hold a ceremony to become Xuanjun together. We don't expect to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but we want to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day."

He watched Shi Buwen and others arrange the ceremony, then took the shining knife and held it in his hand.

Blood oozed from his palm, and the dark red blood dripped on the bones, and even shimmered.

Several people dripped their blood at the same time, a certain connection descended from the infinite high sky, and a curtain covered them.

The vibration outside could no longer be transmitted here, He Chong opened his eyes, and found himself in a sea of ​​nothingness, and there was a person standing in front of him.

No, more than one person.

There were thousands of people he didn't know at all.

But He Chong could also tell that some people looked familiar, like Du Ming, like Tang Que, like Blind Zhang, like Shi Buwen.

Nine descendants, the nine descendants for thousands of years, their souls and wills have not dissipated, but remain here.

In front of the vast number of ancestors, stood a mature man.

He has a little beard and wears clothes that look a little weird to He Chong, and he is raising his hand to welcome He Chong.

He Chong held that hand.

For a moment, he looked up.

He saw that in the endless void, above the dome, there was a huge and narrow eye.

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When he saw that eye, He Chong felt a tremor from his soul.

This is larger than the moon, and the eyes that cover the entire sky give people a strong sense of oppression. . .

In this era, there is no such thing as giant phobia, but what He Chong felt was indeed such a suffocating impact.

He couldn't move away, closed his eyes, and could only watch the huge and narrow eyes staring at him, even his soul would be pulled and crushed.

He Chong felt that he was about to succumb, and that magnificent, indifferent, and cold gaze made him succumb to his knees.

"The Xuanjun in the past experienced such a scene?"

"How do they keep standing here, face to face, for so many years and not go crazy?"

"What kind of evil god is this?"

"Am I going to die here?"

Countless thoughts made his head swell and it was unbearable.

But just when his legs were weak and his knees were about to bend, a hand supported him.

The hand was as thin as a stick, but its strength was not slack at all.

That hand supported He Chong, making him insist on standing up.

He Chong turned his head and found that it was the blind Zhang.

This old man who is blind has more power than anyone else at this moment.

That is the power that you still choose to believe in after going through all kinds of vicissitudes.

Blind Zhang has lived for so many years. He has seen the emperor's stupidity, the strong ships and guns of foreigners, the bloodshed and sacrifice of soldiers with lofty ideals, and the chaotic and divided regimes of warlords.

But blind Zhang still believes that this land is worth saving by himself, even if he sacrifices his life.

Although he has lost his eyes, the blind man Zhang is still watching here.

He Chong doesn't have much literary talent, if Lu Jian is here, maybe he can describe it like this.

There is only one kind of heroism in this world, and that is to still love life after seeing the truth of life clearly.

Blind Zhang witnessed the sinking of this land, among which there was struggle, pain, bloodshed and sacrifice, the darkest time before dawn. Because of this, he believed that dawn would come and the sun would rise as usual.

If you cannot see the dawn in the darkness, be the dawn yourself.

He Chong saw that besides the blind Zhang, there were also Shi Buwen, Tang Que, Du Ming, and hundreds of other seniors.

There was also the original Xuanjun, who stood in front of He Chong.

Although he didn't speak, He Chong knew that he was the one who stayed here the longest.

The torment I suffered in these few minutes, that person stood here and endured it for thousands of years.

Everyone's will is to help the original Xuanjun to fight against the evil god.

He Chong saw that between the wills of the crowd, a chain appeared, binding the huge eyeball.

Although still indifferent and cruel, those eyeballs did not have the suppressive force of the past.

The light continued to shine, the eyeballs gradually rose, and He Chong seemed to see a majestic figure.

The figure was bound by countless chains, quietly, like a living statue.