I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Five hundred and seventy-five. We choose

Looking back, He Chong saw it was Du Ming.

This 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. Instead of doing that, it's better to stay here and give it a try."

Shi Buwen also stood up.

"In this current situation, if I allow young people to sacrifice themselves for my own sake, how can I be such a greedy person who is afraid of death? I have no desires and desires. I can only run for two years with these legs. Why don't I use them now?" For everyone’s use.”

"Hey, you guys, why are you doing this?"

Qi Ye felt a little anxious, but he saw Tang Que also raise his hand.

"Women are not inferior to men. Women can do anything a man can do..."

Tang Que seemed to be joining in.

"My father said that you can't stop doing something just because you don't see hope, because sometimes, you may be the hope itself."

Blind Zhang heard this and nodded slightly.

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

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

Master Qi called out and looked at the cliff.

"Since you are not leaving, I will leave first. If you are unlucky, I will give you two more sticks of incense during the Qingming Festival as a filial piety."

Others did not stop Qi Ye.

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

Master Qi cursed and started walking down the mountain from the trail, quickly disappearing among the trees.

"In today's world, there are endless wars. We Jiuli are not very capable and cannot govern the country and bring peace to the world. We have to take a detour when we encounter those with guns."

Blind Zhang said.

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

A few people got in the car, walked up the road, and soon returned to the location of the ruined temple.

Fang Geng's family members have disappeared, and there is only one mountain road winding upward.

It's getting hotter and hotter in the mountains, and everyone is sweating.

Shi Buwen carried Blind Zhang on his back and ran towards the mountain as fast as flying.

Several other people also climbed up the stairs.

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

The rocks that occasionally rolled down were shattered by Tang Que's punch, causing them to fly.

Du Ming muttered words that made the vegetation calm and the road smooth.

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

The restriction still exists and no one can walk 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 them."

He Chong looked at it for a moment and pointed at three locations.

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

Shi Buwen picked up his pistol and aimed it at the middle position.

At this time, the paper man flew out, holding a sword, gun, sword and halberd in his hand, approaching the lowest position.

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

Click——

There seemed to be a sound of something breaking, 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 poem asking God's will. The voice reached the ears of several people and made them calm 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.

"This is what Lu Tan said..."

He Chong felt unbelievable. This was obviously the original Xuanjun.

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

Tang Que also felt very strange. His ancestors were sitting here. This was something that no medical science could explain.

"Here are some books..."

Shi Buwen picked up the books.

They quickly flipped through the pages amidst the vibrations in the cave, ignoring the nausea and dizziness caused by reading the books. All of them 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 inviting gods.

It is to invite the spirit of Xuanjun who is entrenched here and come to his body.

After praying to the gods, your body will be connected with the formation here, and you will burn your life force to maintain the formation.

A person only has ten years at most. In as little as three or four years, life span 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 Xuanjun, life and death are no longer under your control.

No one knows whether the souls of those who died were tortured here.

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

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

However, those who became Xuanjun in the past generations eventually chose to inherit this position.

In fact, after they come in, they have the opportunity to take nothing and leave directly.

If you don't perform the ritual, you will be a little polluted and your life span will be shortened a little.

But everyone made a choice.

If this question was raised after a meal, during a joke, perhaps most 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 members of the Nine Legends, we should be considered a family."

Du Ming said.

"Here today, we hold a ceremony and become Xuanjun together. We do not wish to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but we wish to die in the same year, the same month and the same day."

He watched Shi Buwen and others arrange the ceremony, took the shining knife that was handed over, and held it in his hand.

Blood seeped out from his palm, and the bright red blood dripped on the bones, and a faint light burst out.

Several people dripped blood at the same time. Some kind of connection hung down from the infinite sky, and a curtain covered them.

The vibrations from outside could no longer be transmitted here. He Chong opened his eyes and found that he was in a sea of ​​nothingness. There was a person standing in front of him.

No, more than one person.

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

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

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

In front of the countless ancestors, stood a mature man.

He was somewhat unshaven and was wearing clothes that looked a little weird to He Chong. He was raising his hand to welcome He Chong.

He Chong held that hand.

For a moment, he raised his head.

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

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