Fantasy: Storytelling about the crying saint, the beginning of the Barren Heavenly Emperor

Three Ancestors and Nine Emperors!

When Ning Chuan told their name, the entire Tianji Building was in an uproar.

“Three Ancestors and Nine Emperors, lead the rise of the Terran race!”

“The name of the War Emperor, I have heard that the War Emperor was extremely hot-tempered in ancient times, and he was the strongest among the Dao Emperors!”

“Emperor Wen… Mr. Ning said that he was the first person to prove the emperor of the ancient Confucian Dao! ”

“Dragon Emperor? Why doesn’t this emperor’s name look like my Terrans? ”

“Ghost Emperor! It is said that the Hell Realm is guarded by this Ghost Emperor! ”

“Emperor Ming, I know! A few days ago, when Mr. Ning ranked the True Saint List, he said that the second ranked Xiao Ming King was the heir of Emperor Ming! ”

Many listeners discussed these three ancestors and nine emperors in low voices, and their eyes were bright.

These three ancestors and nine emperors are the pride and faith of the Terran race!

On the high platform.

Ning Chuan took a sip of tea and began to say:

“Now, please come with me back to the ancient era that experienced extreme darkness and later extreme prosperity.”

As soon as this sentence fell.

All the listeners fell silent and looked at Ning Chuan with bated breath.

That period of history is destined to have too many stories.

That period of history was destined to have too many secrets.

The Tianji Building, which accommodated hundreds of thousands of people, was silent at the moment.

Ning Chuan, on the other hand, slowly spoke:

“At that time, since there was no time to say, I used the time of birth of the three ancestors of the Terran race as the first year of the Terran race.”

“In the first year of the Terran race, Xue Zu was born in a small tribe in the Nine Xuan Realm.”

“This tribe is no different from other tribes, men and women weave, and have lived by hunting and farming for generations.”

“At the same time, the god worshiped by this tribe is a red-crowned golden eagle.”

“Every month for the rest of the month, Xue Zu’s tribe will sacrifice a Terran to this red-crowned golden eagle.”

“There are thousands of tribes like this, and the red-crowned golden eagle can harvest thousands of Terran creatures as long as it comes to the end of the month.”

“However, often this sacrifice is not enough, so at the end of each month, from time to time, an entire tribe is slaughtered, and the entire tribe of people is swept away by the red-crowned golden eagle.”

“For ferocious beasts such as the red-crowned golden eagle, the Terrans are like weeds growing in that stone crevice, as long as they are not instantly wiped out.”

“As soon as spring begins next year, countless new Terran creatures will be born.”

“At that time, the Terrans, like pigs and dogs in captivity, were struggling to survive.”

“Xue Zu gradually grew up, and he saw with his own eyes that at the end of every month, there would be a lottery in the tribe, and the family that drew the sacrificial signature would draw a person and take it for sacrifice.”

“He had seen children who had grown up with him, who had been playing with him the day before, and that he had been sent away on the evening of the end of the month and never returned.”

“He has also seen a family extremely unlucky, even drawing lots several times in a row, and finally the family is completely extinct.”

“Fortunately, Xue Zu’s family was quite lucky, and until he was thirteen years old, he was not selected except for once.”

“That time, it was her sister who was sent to Yashan by the lottery.”

“The sister who followed her ass all day, mischievously called ‘Brother’, ‘Brother’ in her mouth, and had a seven- or eight-point resemblance to him between her eyebrows, was sent to Yashan by her parents that night and never came back.”

“That night, he was slammed into the window of the yellow mud wall, showing only the upper half of his head, watching his sister being carried away by his father, and his sister was crying and crying his name in tears, his eyes were desperate, and his little face was full of horror and help.”

“His throat rolled, a little scared and at a loss.”

“As soon as he wanted to speak, his mother, who was standing next to him, had already slammed the window and scolded him to go to bed quickly.”

“Later, when he was fifteen years old, Xue Zu watched his childhood sweetheart, who was engaged to him, forcibly taken away by the village in the tribe on the night of his marriage, and carried him to Yashan overnight.”

“On her finger, she still wears a ring he made of dog’s tail grass.”

“This time, Xue Zu doesn’t want to be the ostrich who buried his head and pretended not to see it that wouldn’t happen.”

“Xue Zu chased after him like crazy, fell down and continued to get up, on the bumpy cliff mountain road, one by one raised sharp bluestone, his legs were covered with blood.”

“But he still didn’t stop, he roared loudly in the night, calling out the name of his lover.”

“The tribal villagers in charge of the escort are expressionless and insensitive.”

“For so many years, their servility has penetrated deep into the marrow, and this kind of thing has long been commonplace.”

“As soon as Xue Zu chased after him, he was kicked by the villager and rolled off the top of the mountain.”

“Before he could continue to climb up again, he saw a red-crowned golden eagle covering the sky, spreading its wings and flying towards him.”

“Those golden claws cut gold like iron, and their wings streaked across the night, cutting through countless low mountains!”

“His wife, who had just passed the door, froze in fear, and her still young and beautiful face was pale and terrified, and she was gently grabbed by the claws of the golden eagle, and her body was torn apart like tearing cotton, and her stomach was torn apart!”

“Brain pulp, blood, intestines, and a hand with a ring made of dog’s tail grass spilled from the air and dripped everywhere.”

“The golden eagle sucked casually, sucked the corpse of Xue Zu’s wife who had just passed the door into its mouth, and after glancing at Xue Zu under the mountain mockingly, it turned into a golden lightning bolt in the blink of an eye and disappeared into the vast night.”

“Xue Zu stood dumbfounded under the cliff, and his whole body was trembling.”

“In his chest, a fire began to burn, as if he was going to burn his whole person!”

“In the night, he ran like crazy, roaring, roaring, and screaming.”

“He hates the red-crowned golden eagle, hates this world, but what he hates even more is his own weakness!”

“He returned to the tribe and wanted to organize the people in the tribe to fight against these ferocious beasts.”

“He doesn’t want to be silent like this, he doesn’t want to go through such a parting of life and death, great suffering in the world!”

“He didn’t want to one day like the other villagers in the tribe to send his child up the cliff mountain with his own hands, and watch his child being disemboweled and broken by a flat-haired beast, but he was indifferent and insensitive.”

“The thought of becoming like this in the future made him feel a deep fear.”

“However, he was met with cold sneers and ridicule, as well as strange glances that regarded him as a madman.”

“Even Xue Zu’s parents are wondering if this child of their own has rushed through evil, his head has gone crazy, and he actually said such disrespectful words to the gods.”

“There were also villagers who were furious because of this, for fear that Xue Zu’s rebellious words would spread, attracting the wrath of those gods and offending the tribe.”

“They hung Xue Zu from a big locust tree at the entrance of the tribe, plugged Xue Zu’s mouth with cloth, and whipped his body with a whip made of wicker, asking him to plead guilt to the golden statue on the shrine.”

“For those fierce beasts and gods and demons who are high above, these villagers only promise and obey in every way, even if they want the lives of their wives, sons and daughters, they dare not show the slightest dissatisfaction.”

“And when it comes to their fellow Terrans, they are ruthless and do not spare the slightest hand.”

Speaking of this, Ning Chuan paused, looked at the countless listeners with scowl and disbelief, and calmly spoke:

“Don’t be surprised, don’t be angry, don’t be incredulous, guys.”

“Because.”

“That’s what was the norm in that dark age.”

“This is the state of existence of the Terrans during that period.”

“Remember a word.”

“When everyone is crazy, then the real madman is actually you.”

“When turbidity becomes the norm, sobriety is sin.”

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