Chapter 119: The Three Grassland Heroes of the Future Part 2
"...Temutu, judging by his appearance, he can already eat meat and drink blood. How can we let him drink women's breasts again?"
Shilong Chanyu's voice was a little unhappy, but Temutu shook his head vigorously:
"Sirius has lost his strength at the first glance. He must regain his strength. Now that the world has changed, he still has a long way to go in the future. This foundation must be laid well!"
"Okay, I guess what you said makes sense."
"Chanyu, you are much gentler than in my memory."
With childish tones but calm words, Shilong Shanyu and Temutu looked into their bright eyes and sighed in unison:
"Is it really you, Song Hetu?"
"Yes."
Zhizi nodded slightly and sat cross-legged on the ground, swaying. Temutu also sat down in front of him, looked up and down, and suddenly grabbed Zhizi's cheek and gave it a hard squeeze.
"It hurts, it hurts, what are you doing!"
Temutu turned around and nodded happily:
"Chan Yu, but the picture of Song River is correct!"
"...The wolf cub has been able to prove that the masters did not lie. Temutu, I see you are seeking revenge."
Shilong Chanyu said with a hint of joy. Song Hetu, who turned back to a childish child, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, looked at Shilong Chanyu, frowned and asked:
"Chanyu, what happened to you, but you were cursed by those damn shamans?"
"..."
Temutu and Shilong Chanyu looked at each other, knowing that because of being manipulated by the stone tablet, his former confidant and great master hated shamanism. It seemed that Liangzi would be unable to reconcile in a short time.
"Come here with your ears."
Temutu whispered softly into Song Hetu's ear. Gradually, surprise appeared on his young face:
"Chanyu, you are really, really"
"It's good to know, don't say more."
Having said that, Shilong Chanyu turned his head to look at the Yuhua Zongshou with great effort:
"I promised you before that if it comes true, I can agree to your modest request. Let's talk about it."
Several magicians looked at each other, knelt down on one knee and said:
"Please pray to Shan Yu to kill millions of people and build a corpse tower to reach the sky, and help the Ascension Sect lead down the golden thread from the sky!"
As soon as these words came out, the palace immediately fell silent. After two or three breaths, Temutu frowned and asked:
"The Tower of Babel requires millions of lives to build?"
"Yes, without a large number of lives, it is impossible to break through the restrictions of the law, attract the attention of God, hang down the golden thread from the sky, and pick us up back to the heaven!"
The magician nodded decisively, and Temutu thought for a moment before asking again:
"It is rumored that Kunwu Immortal Kingdom has a tower that towers into the clouds and can directly communicate with the heavens. Is it true?"
"it is true."
The Ascension Master nodded, subconsciously looked above the palace, and said softly:
"At least tens of millions of corpses are buried under the Tower of Babel, and with the blessing of countless lives, you can avoid the restrictions of the law and contact the gods in the sky."
Temutu took a breath of cold air and couldn't help turning his head to look at the throne. Shilong Shanyu nodded:
"I have a guess. In a land the size of Kunwu Immortal Kingdom, so many believers pour in every year, but they can't go to heaven. Where did they go?"
"The only option is to kill and bury them to build the tower foundation and build the Babel Tower even higher!"
"...Chanyu, since you know this, why do you still let those shamans preach in the grassland?"
Temutu couldn't help but raise his voice. Before Shilong Shanyu could open his mouth, the immature Song Hetu spoke first:
"Yumugoda, think about it first, are the herdsmen prophets of Chanyu or prophets of happiness?"
"The royal court on the grassland is no different than anywhere else. The herdsmen first respect the Chanyu and then the Yuletian. In the grassland, the position of the Chanyu is higher than that of the Yuletian!"
Several Yuhua Zong masters looked at each other and looked at the Song River Picture with some surprise. It shouldn't be. After being reborn as a veil, the memories of the past are finally different, just like a picture scroll.
But the young boy in front of him showed no tolerance at all. It was as if he was still there, which was simply unbelievable!
"You are the one with the lumps on the elm. If you dare to say something like this again, I will knock your head full of lumps!"
The general stared, and Song Hetu immediately stopped.
Mouth, the power is here, what can a child do?
"Masters, your request is too much. It's not just one or two people, but millions of lives!"
"It's impossible for me to kill all the people in the world because of one incident. No matter which country, they are all living beings in the world!"
Shilong Shanyu said calmly, Song Hetu once again looked at the figure on the throne in surprise, the difference from a few years ago was so big!
The Chanyu of the past, not to mention millions of corpses, could not even blink even if he had thousands of eyes.
"Chanyu, naturally we won't have such thoughts. After all, Yuhua Sect and Cangtian Dao created by Kunwu Immortal Kingdom are completely different things!"
The Yuhua sect master handed over his hand and said in the affirmative. Temutu asked doubtfully:
"What do you mean?"
"General, is the Prairie Royal Court planning to attack Daxia?"
"good."
"Daxia is the first big country controlled by Cangtian Dao. It has at least tens of millions of believers. How many millions can it fight against?"
The magician said softly, and Temutu thought for a while, then nodded in realization.
"Using the corpses of Cangtian Taoist disciples to build the Tower of Babel is a no-brainer!"
Shilong Shanyu spoke again after making attributions:
"Who is that child?"
"I don't know, but he is with the prince and they are both reborn, so we brought him back together."
"Oh, this is strange. Let's help him open his spirit together. Let's see who he is!"
The magician did as he was told. Soon, the confusion in the child's eyes faded away. He looked at the people around him with some surprise in his eyes. Then he looked at his own body and burst into tears.
Tears burst out, and in the end, blood started to flow, which made everyone surprised. Yiyu Huazong magician hurriedly took out the healing medicine and drank it, and asked seriously:
"Do you know your past life?"
The childish child did not answer, but first bowed to Temutu and said with a wry smile:
"Brother Mutu, say goodbye to you at Suolongguan. See you again. You are a ghost. You have to follow a different path. You must be true to your word."
"Song of faith, good brother of faith?!"
Temutu's face was filled with surprise. Before he could say anything else, the boy turned around and saluted Shilong Chanyu:
"I went south and was devoured by the stone tablet slave without even achieving half the results. I am so ashamed and shameful!"
Shilong Shanyu on the throne couldn't help but move, and the purple thunder surrounding him immediately began to flash, and he had to sit back again, and said in a somewhat excited tone:
"Are you the lone vulture shooter?"
"Exactly, Husangwei General Suoke Beilun, paying homage to Shanyu!"
His small body was prostrate on the ground, and he saluted sincerely. Seeing the unique posture of the Husang Prairie, Shilong Shanyu couldn't help but laugh:
"Happy, refreshing!"
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, Gu's wolf cub, Gu's guard, Gu's eagle shooter are all back!"
"It's been two years, I've never been so happy, hahahaha!"
Shilong Shanyu laughed wildly with joy, even if blue smoke was rising from Zi Lei Shao's body, he would not stop.
Compared with the ecstatic Shilong Shanyu, Temutu's face was full of confusion:
"Are you a kind of Xingxin or Sokoberen?"
"...Brother Mutu, I am both a Zhong Xingxin and a Sokbelen, and I am also a dead grassland and northwest person of nearly one million people!"
"A certain person is the wronged soul transformed from millions of souls. He must destroy the damn Kunwu Immortal Kingdom, the damn Cangtian Dao, the damn Shamanism, and the damn Yule Tian!"
The child roared wildly, and the black aura visible to the naked eye rushed out of his body. The cold aura swept through the entire palace, and everyone felt cold in their hearts. Could it be that a demon is about to appear?!