I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler Chapter 576

   Chapter 576 575. We choose

   Turning around, He Chong saw that it was Du Ming.

   The popular singer, host, storyteller with a spacious courtyard, a beautiful wife and a sensible son also understood He Chong's actions.

   "My home is in Jiangcheng. If something goes wrong here, my wife and children won't be able to escape. It's better to stay here and give it a try."

  Ishibu Wen also stood up.

"At this moment, let the young people sacrifice themselves, and change for my own cowardice. How can this old man be such a person who is greedy for life and fear of death? Use it for everyone."

   "Hey, you guys, why is this so hard?"

   Seventh Master felt a little anxious, but he saw that Tang Que also raised his hand.

   "Women don't allow men, what men can do, women can do too."

  Tang Que seems to be joining in as well.

   "My father said that there are some things that you can't stop doing because you can't see hope, because sometimes, you may be the hope itself."

   Blind Zhang Wenyan nodded slightly.

   "Everyone, it seems that our opinions are very unified."

   "Wait, I didn't say I would go to die with you, you, don't force me."

   Seventh Master called out, and he looked at the cliff.

   "Since you don't go, then I'll go first. If you are unfortunate, I will give you two more sticks of incense at Qingming as a filial piety."

   Others did not stop Qiye.

   Because at this time, it is normal to go or stay.

  Seventh Master scolded, started walking down the mountain from the trail, and quickly disappeared into the bushes.

   "In this world, there are endless wars, and we Jiuliu have no great ability. We can't govern the country and the world. If we encounter some people with guns, we have to take a detour."

   Blind Zhang said.

   "But there are some things that only we can do."

   Several people got into the car, went up the road, and soon returned to the location of the ruined temple.

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

  It was getting hotter and hotter in the mountains, and everyone was sweating.

  Shi Buwen carried Blind Zhang on his back, walked like a fly, and ran towards the mountain.

   Several others also went up the stairs.

   On the way, He Chong kept looking at the disordered formation with his yin and yang eyes, avoiding illusion and danger.

   Occasionally, the falling stone was shattered by Tang Que's punch, and the stone splashed.

   Du Ming recited words, making the grass and trees stable and the road smooth.

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

   That prohibition still exists, and no one can enter.

"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 studied for a moment, then pointed to three places.

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

  Ishibuwen picked up his pistol and aimed at the center.

   At this moment, the paper figurine flew out, holding a sword, spear, sword and halberd, and approached the bottom position.

   The three looked at each other and exerted their strength at the same time.

  Kacha——

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

   Miasma and pollution instantly flowed into their lungs, causing the three to struggle in pain.

  Du Ming suddenly opened his mouth and read out a long-standing poem, asking God's will, the voice reached the ears of several people and made them settle 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 Kian 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, the ancestor of his own line was sitting here, which cannot be explained by any medicine.

   "Here are some books."

  Ishibuwen picked up those books.

   They quickly flipped through the cave amid the tremors, ignoring the nausea and dizziness caused by reading the book, each and everyone had nosebleeds and blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.

   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.

   is to invite the **** of Xuanjun, who is entrenched here, to come to his body.

   After praying to God, your body is connected with the formation here, and will maintain the formation by burning life force.

   A person is only ten years at most, and in just three or four years, his lifespan will be exhausted.

   Of course, even if he dies, the soul will be imprisoned and return to Jiangcheng Mountain to continue to provide fuel.

   Once you become Xuanjun, life and death are not under your control.

   No one knows if the dead souls are tormented here.

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

   That is an experience no one would want to experience.

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

   Actually, after they come in, they have the option to take nothing and leave directly.

  If you do not perform rituals, you will be polluted a little bit, and your lifespan will be shortened a little bit.

   But everyone made a choice.

   If you ask this question after a meal or a joke, perhaps most of the people, including He Chong himself, would not choose to stay here.

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

   "Everyone, although we may not be familiar with each other before, but we are both members of Jiu Chuan, and we should be considered a family."

   Du Ming said.

   "Here today, we held a ceremony to become Xuanjun together. It is not considered to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but to die in the same year, the same month and the same day."

   He watched Shi Buwen and others set up the ceremony, took the bright knife handed over, and held it in his hand.

   Blood seeped out from his palm, and the red blood dripped onto the bones, and there was a shimmering light.

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

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

  No, more than one person.

   There are thousands of people he doesn't know at all.

   But He Chong can also see that some people look familiar, like Du Ming, Tang Que, blind Zhang, and Shi Buwen.

   Jiu Chuanren, the Jiu Chuanren 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 had a shaggy beard and was wearing clothes that seemed odd to He Chong. He was raising his hand to welcome He Chong.

   He Chong took that hand.

   For a moment, he raised his head.

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

  A brand new month, looking for recommended tickets and monthly tickets!

   (end of this chapter)

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