The silk wadding floats, and the vast and immortal Taoist sound spreads throughout the world, as if it wants to break time and space and ask for immortality.
A chaotic talisman spans the universe, resonating with the universe, mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon. The unparalleled holy body is also resurrecting. Its unparalleled appearance looks down on the world. The cold blood of the war revives again. The sound of the blood flowing is like thunder.
Absolutely terrifying.
"boom!"
The sky is full of haze, the brilliant and dazzling red light is condensed into black and yellow, with the light of immortality, the chain of divine light is crisscrossing and closing, the traces are endless, the sun and the moon are breaking apart, the chaos talisman is filled with two-dimensional light, following the trajectory of the traces of blood, across the universe
, and flew towards the end of the ancient road in the starry sky.
Soon, Fu Zhuan arrived at a dilapidated ancient star field. It was a land of tribulation, with internal wars raging, and many powerful races competing here.
This is a calamity star in the mythical battlefield, located at one end of the ancient road in the starry sky.
In a black mountain, a small and peaceful village is isolated from the outside world.
Everything is in depression, and the village is still stuck in the hunting era. More than 30 villagers rely on each other to survive in the wilderness.
If nothing happens, this small village will disappear in hundreds of years.
Because it is too dangerous here, and the weak are not even qualified to survive. It is too difficult for these "mortal people" who are new to practice to continue.
Soon, night fell, and at the end of the ancient village, a young man walked in the moonlight. He had broken hair and black eyes. He looked about eleven or twelve years old. He was wearing a very simple animal skin clothes and carrying a bow and arrow on his back, returning from the wilderness.
The soft light of the flowing moon is as bright as snow, and the wilderness reflects back on people. This is a unique moonscape.
"Village chief, we didn't catch any big insects today, we only caught two rabbits." The young man's eyes were clear, and while packing away the Sakuragi bow tires, he took out the two fat rabbits behind him.
The old man in the stone house glanced at the blood stains on his grandson's feet without revealing any traces. The blood had a little bit of golden thread, like gold, and looked very beautiful. It was obviously a powerful bloodline.
But those who have returned to their ancestors live in this land of Dharma-ending tribulation, covered in dust with divine blood, and their fate seems to have been destined.
If there was no accident, this young man would never be able to embark on the path of cultivation in this life.
This is a curse of blood and no one can change it.
The old man sighed inwardly, guessing that his grandson was looking for that eye-catching white-fronted insect again.
Ever since he once told about the spiritual path of the outside world, his grandson has never forgotten it, and he wants to hunt spiritual beasts and open up the path of spiritual practice.
Within a thousand miles, the only psychic beast is the black and white giant insect. If the blood of the giant insect can be used to build a foundation, it may be able to help the young man break through the shackles of heaven and earth and open up the road to invincibility in his bloodline.
All of this was originally his responsibility, but unfortunately he was powerless and couldn't do it.
Now, I can only choose a painful path.
It is recorded in the ancient history of the Great Wilderness that when the golden-blooded ones appear in the world, princes will come and capture the descendants of the invincible ones as slaves...
The moon is in the sky, and the sky is filled with silver light.
The young man looked at the wilderness alone in the stone courtyard. His expression was melancholy, and his eyes seemed to contain stars. The loneliness was stirred in the evening wind, and the layers of mist decorated it, making the night extremely long.
He had dreamed of something. The glory recorded in the golden bloodline represented the glory of the past.
But no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. He had read the foundation-building scriptures in the village countless times. Most of the other villagers could enter the sea of suffering, but he could not. It seemed that he was born insulated from cultivation, which made the young man who wanted to be strong very painful.
.
"Brother Kong, the little girl from Wangcun is getting married..."
Suddenly, shouts came from the village, and a young man from the same village ran over, his tone was very anxious, and his face was about to cry.
In the eyes of a creature of this age, emotions are more important than anything else.
It is undoubtedly an extremely painful thing to watch the person you love falling in love with someone else.
"Yorang from Yongcun!" The black-haired boy said with a calm look and an affirmative tone.
This is actually easy to guess. Among the surrounding villages, Nian Lang from Nong Village has a towering head and has embarked on the path of cultivation. The most beautiful girl nearby must be the first genius to marry. This is almost a certainty.
The visitor's expression froze for a moment, and then he felt helpless and felt so heartbroken that it was difficult to breathe.
He was very angry and said angrily: "Brother Kong, aren't you in a hurry? Sister Xiaohua came to our village every day."
"Just think about it."
The black-haired boy opened and closed his eyes and responded casually without saying anything else.
Some things actually have connections very early on, like grass gray snake lines.
Yao Lang is known as the number one genius in Yao Village. He has entered the realm of Shenqiao at a young age, so he is naturally the best choice for a mate.
What does it mean to be a good match? This is it.
"This guy, Yanlang, is just a lucky chance to revive the bloodline chain..."
A voice filled with resentment rang out, and the young man trapped in this situation gritted his teeth and looked angrily into the distance, with a cold light in his eyes.
"In the past, our ancestors were kings, and this vast wilderness was our territory. The Golden Bloodline was invincible in the world. This is not just talk. Now even Ao Village is oppressing us."
After hearing these words, the young man with broken hair looked calm, neither happy nor sad.
The younger generations are powerless, and it is meaningless to talk about the glory of our ancestors. On the contrary, it will make the golden glory of the past become dust.
The golden blood on his body represents a curse in this era. It is no longer a help but a fetter. This is the saddest thing.
Moreover, this bloodline will also bring covetousness...
The next day, when the sun was rising, a magical rainbow appeared like a waterfall a hundred miles away from the village. A young man in black robe was bathing in the wind and clouds, looking down at the desolate place.
"boom!"
In the mountain forest, a boy with broken hair screamed at the sun and the moon. No matter how much he drew the bow, it was useless. The gap between brute force and divine power was too big. He was bleeding profusely, and brilliant golden blood was splashed. It looked very demonic.
"This is the end of the Golden Bloodline." Yanlang was full of energy, playing with a strand of golden blood with his fingertips, and said lightly.
In his arms, there was a petite, beautiful girl in red with a calm expression and no words.
"cough……"
The young man with broken hair managed to get up. His whole body was covered with mud and dust, his face was red and purple, and there were scars, bruises, bloodstains and pain.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Jin Kong, you have extraordinary energy and blood. It would be a pity to die of old age like this. I want to take you as a war slave and help you break the curse."
He raised his head and said with a hint of charity and an innate domineering attitude, just like the attitude of a master towards his slaves.
Those who collect gold and blood are slaves. This is something that only some princes in the wilderness can do. It represents identity and status, because the inheritors of this bloodline were once invincible in the world, reflecting an era. That memory follows the bloodline of the witnesses.
, which has been passed down to this day.
Facing the contempt of his past opponents, Jin Kong clenched his fists, his eyes extremely bright, and refused to give in.
However, such looks can only make the powerful more excited.
The fact that he takes the descendants of the invincible as his slaves is addictive.
His eyes turned red, and he subconsciously pinched the girl in his arms. The latter frowned, obviously feeling the pain.
She pursed her lips, looked at the person she once liked, opened her mouth softly, and said quietly: "Jin Kong, your ancestor is invincible in the world, but now times have changed, you can't even practice cultivation, Alang is worried
The relationship between us is why I want to help you, so don’t think too much about it.”
"Being a slave is worse than death." Jin Kong tightened his wooden bow and said indifferently.
Lang Lang raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but after thinking about his noble status, he remained silent.
The two servants beside him knew their master's intentions and took the initiative to step forward and shouted: "Jin Kong, your ancestors surrendered to the Great Wilderness King. Why don't you accept Lord Nonglang as your master now?"
"It is recorded in ancient books that the Jin bloodline has always been slaves. If your ancestors were like you, Jin Village should have been extinct long ago. What kind of integrity do the descendants of slaves have here? They are just waiting for a price. A waste like you can
Being Lord Yanlang's dog is already a sign of mercy from the Lord,"
The other person had a more bitter tone and directly talked about past events. In a sense, these words were even more hurtful because they were the truth and could not even be refuted.
"The golden bloodline cannot be insulted!"
The green veins in the golden sky are exposed, pull the bow hard, the blood energy recorded in the blood is revived, and use the bow to kill those who insult the ancestors.
The fact that his ancestors were slaves has always been a pain in his heart. He once vowed to wash away all humiliation, but this wish died at the very beginning.
The environment no longer exists, and he can't even practice cultivation.
"My ancestors were slaves, and you, a loser who cannot cultivate, still dare to speak harshly."
"Since ancient times, the Golden Blood line has given birth to nineteen war slaves. Your lineage is destined to be imprinted with the slave mark, and you will never be able to break free of it for eternity."
The two slaves sneered, the sea of suffering under their navels bloomed with divine light, their palms glowed, and they swatted at the golden sky. Such strength was already extremely strong in the wilderness.
"boom!"
Jin Kong was immediately knocked away and fell into the rocks. Two slaves swarmed up and struck hard.
"You claim to be a genius and say that being a slave is worse than death. Your ancestors have always been the slaves of the King of the Wild..."
"The golden bloodline has long since declined. The young master thinks highly of you and is willing to accept you as a slave. You still dare to turn against your benefactor. You should be beaten."
The two servants of Yao Village had a very cold tone. They were not human beings. They were two spiritual beasts that Yao Lang had conquered from the mountains. They had extraordinary talents. They had successfully built a foundation on this ancient star that was difficult to cultivate, and had laid a strong foundation. Otherwise, they would
Two descendants of the invincible who really couldn't help but revive the golden blood.
"Be gentle, if you're going to kill me, don't hit me again."
Suddenly, the girl in red finally couldn't bear it anymore and begged the young man in black robe beside her.
"You do not understand."
The latter shook his head, gathered his voice into a line, and said: "Taking slaves is like boiling an eagle. For someone like Jin Kong, he must be defeated in one go."
As he spoke, there was a look of indifference in his ugly eyes, staring at Jin Kong who was constantly vomiting blood.
He has ambitions in his heart and wants to take the Golden Bloodline as slaves.
The Golden Bloodline is the highest-quality war slave, with an incomparable physical body, and is blocked by the four-pole natural chasm. Theoretically, there is no possibility of devouring the master.
For these reasons, golden-blooded slaves are the most famous potential slaves in the wilderness, and many princes want a golden-blooded slave.
And this also brought great shame to the Golden Blood lineage. The deeds of those slaves were recorded in history books and passed down to the present.
"Slave with the surname Nineteen, you have dirty blood flowing in your bones. How can you pretend to be tough now?"
"Hahaha, his ancestors were like this at first, but they still gave in and worked as dogs for princes for generations."
The two slaves kept talking to attack the young man's inner pride. They knew very well that Jin Kong was obsessed with his own bloodline. At this time, they specifically talked about the ancestors of the Jin family, trying to crush the other's dignity from the root and make him despair.
"If I can cultivate, who do you people mean to me?"
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Jin Kong's hair was stained with blood, like a roaring tiger and leopard, his eyes were extremely sharp, looking at the two thugs indifferently, red and bloodthirsty.
The things about his ancestors were something he couldn't let go of, but now they were mentioned again and again, humiliating him, making him mad with hatred and wanting to kill everyone.
A chill ran down the spines of the two tormentors, and they became even more angry and scolded: "The heaven and earth will not tolerate people like you. The original golden-blooded man must have done some great evil things. The inability of his descendants to practice is a kind of retribution. How dare you
What are you not angry about?"
"retribution……"
Jin Kong's eyes froze, and there was a rare trace of confusion.
That’s right, why can everyone else practice cultivation but not him?
Did your ancestors really do anything evil? So much so that it brought harm to their descendants...
Wei Lang discovered the change in his old friend and said leisurely: "The golden-blooded man was extremely powerful at the beginning, but he brought trouble to the world and made all living beings cry for him, so that the world could not tolerate him. This is what the great power of the White Demon Sect told me.
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"Heaven and earth cannot tolerate it..." Jin Kong's eyes were dim and full of unwillingness.
He had dreamed of some scenes and knew how powerful his ancestors were. It was a greatness that was different from all the creatures he had seen before.
But the descendants left by such a great person are hated by heaven and earth, and even the sea of suffering is difficult to open up. This is completely contrary to common sense.
It stands to reason that the children born to princes in the Dragon Transformation Realm and the Immortal Terrace Realm are extremely powerful and are naturally suitable for cultivation, not to mention the ancestors who left the planet in their memories and traveled in the starry sky...
If the ancestors are evil, then the golden blood represents not glory, but sin...
"That is a thing of the past, Jin Kong. There is no point in clinging to blood. Join the village and join us in being promoted to the Great Wilderness Prince. This is your path." The girl in red spoke at the right time and said in a very soft tone.
The magnetic female voice passed through the mountains and forests, Jin Kong's pupils were bloodshot, and his gaze was uncertain.
He is very precocious, loves history books, and knows a lot of ancient information. It is precisely because of this that he guessed his possible fate after knowing that his golden blood was revived.
This was the situation in front of him. The other party had joined the White Demon Sect and became one of the young masters of a large force. He might be promoted to a prince in the future...
"Perhaps, this is fate."
Jin Kong said bitterly to himself, he was really unwilling.
He still remembered the heroic figures of the gods and demons in his dream. They were definitely his ancestors, such powerful and majestic gods, but their descendants had fallen like this.
Where did all this come from?
The descendants of the invincible cannot practice. Is it a sin or a conspiracy...
"It seems this wave has stabilized."
Looking at Jin Kong who was in agony, Hao Langzhi was very proud and felt that the overall situation was decided, so he continued to knead the girl next to him.