In Seclusion For 100,000 Years, My Descendants Ask Me To Come Out

The darkness wiped out the last ray of light in the sky, leaving only the lights on the Nether Continent.

Chen Ji held the token in his arms tightly and ran to the house desperately.

The originally calculated time, if Huang San does not come out, Chen Ji will go back after a few more shouts. This ghost on the street is not something he can deal with without a Spiritual Sense.

Unexpectedly, after shouting in front of the Huang family's mansion for several months, Huang San actually came out today and returned the token he had stolen.

It's best to pay it back, otherwise, it will save him worrying about going to a person at the peak level of Half Step God Transformation every day. In this world, as long as someone with a little Spiritual Sense can cultivate, they can easily crush Chen Ji to death.

He is the only heir left by the family fortunately. At the age of 20, let alone descendants, he has never tasted the meat and fishy, ​​so he still dare not take the end of the game and go out and fight against Huang San.

The place Chen remembered was the tomb of the poor at the very edge of Naihe City, where there were low-level people who didn't have Spiritual Sense, or whose Spiritual Sense was so low that cultivation couldn't raise Cultivation Base.

There is no house construction that exposes the land, only a large open space, and the place where they live is a hole dug in the ground where they can live, so it is called the poor man's tomb.

Ever since Chen Ji can remember, he has never been out at night.

He never dared to hear the sound of people returning late at night being eaten by monsters in the underground hut.

But tonight, although I have already calculated the time, but the plan can't keep up with the changes, who knows that the yellow three dog thieves will come out today!

Chen Ji scolded Huang San while running away desperately.

Out of the corner of his eye, he can already see unidentified creatures on the streets and in the sky!

The Huang family mansion is still so far away from the pauper's tomb!

Chen Ji ran for a quarter of an hour, and there was still half the distance.

In order to reduce the chance of being haunted by evil spirits, he chose to run on the main road of Naihe City, because this place is the most prosperous neighborhood in Naihe City. Although it is not as prosperous at night as during the day, the evil spirits are afraid of people with Culture Base. Will come to the crowd at the disposal of human beings!

But people tend to be more confused when they are in a hurry. There are no evil ghosts and monsters in that block, but passing through the most prosperous main block is the river with the most dense evil ghosts in the entire Naihe City!

When Chen Ji felt that the atmosphere was getting weirder and wanted to run back, it was too late.

The surroundings were surrounded by unknown mist-like objects of various shapes. The smoke surrounded the entire Liuchuan River. The sound of the water, mixed with the cries of babies, continued to reach Chen Ji's ears.

"what!"

There was a loud noise from somewhere, and Chen Ji was frightened and fell to the ground.

When he was about to get up and continue running, there was a violent tremor on the ground.

Chen Ji looked up and saw a huge object coming out of the smoke in front of him.

It was a very terrifying big guy with a head like an ape, a horn more than two meters long on his forehead, lips like cinnabar, and his face like a bronze mirror; Its fleshy wings, when unfolded from time to time, are five meters long, and there is actually a leopard-like tail behind it!

Reggae! It's reggae! Chen Ji screamed and rolled back in fright, and there were a lot of little ghosts tugging at his clothes.

The big guy approached Chen Ji step by step, and when his ugly hand stretched out, a strange long whip was transformed, and he raised his hand and threw it towards Chen Ji.

"Ah ah ah!" Chen Ji's nose and tears flowed down his face, and he raised the token of Spirit Power that had disappeared and shouted: "Ancestor save me!"

Chapter 302 Xuan Heavenly Emperor

I thought that Xiaoming was going to explain here today, but Chen Ji even had a revolving light in his mind.

He saw his father, who had been dead for ten years, reappear in front of his eyes.

"Chen Ji, you are the descendant of the Three Thousand World Supreme Xuan Heavenly Emperor." His father was exactly the same as before his death. Because of long-term malnutrition, his body was thin and withered, but he still took the trouble to exhort Chen Ji. I don't know how many times I've said it, "The Heavenly Tribulation in our Tianhuang Sect nine hundred years ago was not because God wanted to destroy my Sect, but..."

Chen Ming's voice darkened, his eyes widened and he said, "It's our Tianhuang Sect who wants to have a world-wide genius in our descendants!"

The hoarse vocal cords were mixed with thick phlegm, making Chen Ming's voice hoarse, and even every time he breathed, there would be a strange animal-like sound.

Nine hundred years ago, the Heavenly Tribulation came. The Sect Leader and several elders worked hard all their lives to protect the only bloodline of Tianhuangzong.

For 900 years, the Spiritual Sense descendants of the Tianhuang Sect have become weaker from generation to generation. By the time Chen Ming's generation is already weak, no matter how much cultivation, Ascension can no longer be Cultivation Base.

After Chen Ji was born, Chen Ming could not even perceive whether the child had Cultivation Base.

Originally, Chen Ming had given up hope for the faith passed down from generation to generation. It was not until Chen Ji was taken away by the people of the River of Forgetfulness when he was two years old that he realized later that this child might have been obtained after their Heavenly Tribulation. Treasure!

It's a pity that it's too late, Chen Ji's Spiritual Sense has been "stolen" and no longer qualified for cultivation.

But there is one last ray of hope!

That is the ancestor of their Tianhuangzong generation, Xuan Heavenly Emperor!

In the past, the ancestors of the previous generation issued a Xuandi Token to the descendants of each faction. If there is a crisis of extinction in the Sect, you can take this token to go to the hidden world of the ancestors of the generation, and seek help from the dead.

When the Heavenly Tribulation came suddenly, the entire Heavenly Yellow Sect failed to escape, and there was no chance to find a generation of ancestors.

Later, the only bloodline that survived was also injured, and it took dozens of generations and hundreds of years to gradually recover. Unfortunately, later, with the gradually weakened Spiritual Sense, it was no longer able to support the situation.

It is only passed down from generation to generation, Tianhuangzong still has descendants, and the geniuses of later generations are required to take Xuandi's decree to go to the ancestors of a generation.

The revolving lanterns flashed one by one in Chen Ji's mind quickly, and the last one came in an instant.

"Father~" That was the young Chen Ji, who asked Chen Ming with a naive face: "How powerful are our ancestors?"

At that time, Chen Ming's condition had not yet reached the end of his life, and there was still the last glimmer of light in his eyes.

"A generation of ancestors~ He reached the peak of spiritual nourishment at the age of nineteen, but his strength is not only the ninth rank of spiritual nourishment!" Consciously proud, "Class section, on the ancestors, is just the name of a Cultivation Base."

"One year after joining the WTO, he became famous throughout the Hongmeng Continent. Since then, he has continued to cultivate and upgrade, and his prestige has spread throughout the three thousand worlds!"

The sun rose and sprinkled on Chen Ming's face through the gap between the hidden windows. The last glimmer of light in his eyes gradually disappeared as the sun rose.

"A generation of ancestors, that is beyond the existence of God."

Chen Ming had never seen the real ancestor, and everything he said was just a story passed down from generation to generation by his ancestors.

The last light went out, Chen Ji's hand in Xuandi Ling slowly loosened, and he was ready to meet Death.

Calcium Fire Room!

A loud bang shook the sky of Naihe City!

Chen Ji woke up suddenly, the bright white sky hurt his eyes.

The sky is bright... Naihe city is bright in the dark night!

The little ghost entangled in his body was burned by this light, screaming and struggling to become ashes and disappeared into this world.

Chen Ji looked forward, the reggae had disappeared, and there were terrifying stumps all over the ground!

He slumped on the ground, trembling all over.

Feeling that the sky was different, Chen Ji looked up and saw a person slowly falling from the sky.

This man was dressed in black, his hair was tied up high, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow and his body was slender. Looking closer, this is a young man in his mid-twenties, with sharp eyebrows and handsome features.

The boy stopped half a foot off the ground, his hands hanging in the air.

Chen Ji heard himself trembling and asked, "Who are you?"

"Xuan Heavenly Emperor."