Several saints were startled at first, and then showed expressions of mourning.
The God of the Valley buried himself in a mountain of blood springs, and set up a tomb without a tombstone for himself in this corner of the Yuan Valley. Even when he died, he never thought of troubling others.
In the purple bamboo forest.
At the moment when the laughter of Ceres rang out, in the open space in front of the cellar, Emperor Ming patted the sealing mud of the stone jar in his hand, and the blood spring of thousands of years was pouring down, more crystal clear than blood diamonds, every drop was
Like teardrops that have been sealed in dust for thousands of years, unstained by dust.
Su Qinian also slowly poured the blood spring in his hand in front of him. The God of the Valley was gone and he did not miss the world. In the mountain of blood spring, he contentedly let go of all the fetters and buried his bones in the Yuan that he had planted with his own hands.
In the valley, sleep in the fragrance of the valley.
This kind of freedom and perseverance is admirable, but neither Emperor Ming nor Su Qinian spoke at this moment.
Su Qinian couldn't help but recall his trip to ancient times. On that desolate road to heaven, there were endless unguarded tombs. How many ancestors of the human race didn't even leave their corpses behind. Some of the tombstones were blank, because those buried here were
, only some fragments of the armor were left, and no one even knew who the owner was.
There are also those sages and strong men who did not bend the backbone of the human race even though they were in the dark sky prison and tortured day and night. They set their remaining souls on fire and burned themselves just to illuminate the way forward for them and block the pursuers.
Back in this vast starry sky, there are also clouds in the sky. All the saints fought with burning souls just to open a way for him to survive. To this day, the old figure of the floating sea saint is still deeply engraved in the depths of Su Qinian's mind. This
Everything will be an unforgettable memory in his life.
Regardless of the world of mortals in this world, the changing hearts, selfishness, and even traitors and collaborators, who are repeatedly banned, as long as there are still sages of the human race such as the God of Grain, the fire of the human race will not be extinguished, and the immortal fighting spirit will remain.
It will be passed down forever, will last forever, and will last forever.
In front of Yuangu, outside the mountain col.
The clan leader, Jiang Yan, walked slowly over, along with the kings of the Shennong Valley and the Jiang family members who were constantly gathering from all over the Shennong Mountain.
Everyone's footsteps were heavy, but their landing became light, for fear of disturbing the figures in the Yuan Valley, the wild mountains, and the stars in the universe who had been trekking for a lifetime and were sleeping soundly at this moment.
The moonlight is like a canopy, spreading on the mountain-like blood spring, the golden Yuan Valley is swaying gently in the night wind, and the fragrance of the valley is far away, reaching the mouths and noses of every Jiang family and Ji family member, including King Yan.
When the grain was ripe, the God of Grain passed away in the fragrance of grain that filled the entire Shennong Mountain, and was buried in the mellow and fragrant thousand-year-old blood spring.
Even though he had expected it, the head of the Jiang family, a king in a green silk robe, was still a little distracted. For more than nine thousand years, he was one generation older than the God of Ceres, having lived for more than 10,000 years.
, compared to the God of Ceres, there are only a handful of his contemporaries who are still alive.
This is the path of spiritual practice. On the path of life evolution, there are not only the rotation of the sun and the moon, the vicissitudes of life, but also the indescribable loneliness.
Therefore, as their cultivation deepens and their life levels jump, many people gradually lose themselves after a long period of time. They are alone, aloof and cold, standing on the world of mortals. I don’t know when, they only get used to standing.
On top of the peak, overlooking all living beings.
But the God of Ceres is different. He is like an ordinary person. He is closer to the land under his feet than the tribesmen who wander around. His sacred energy has been dormant in his body for many years, and he is exuding from all over his body.
The strongest thing is the fresh smell of earth.
He was willing to be ordinary, not showing off his holiness in front of others, and lived in the open air. Many times, he lived like a homeless wanderer wandering the stars.
For the Grain God, the most sacred thing is probably to sow handfuls of Jigu seeds with his own hands, and watch them take root, sprout, and bear the fullest fruits on the human land, even for the tribes in difficulty.
, no matter how old the old man is and cannot hunt, he can still be energetic every day, with a plump body and a rosy face.
At this moment, the Yuangu field was quiet.
Neither the clan leader Jiang Yan nor the kings and clan members of the two families behind him took a step into the mountain col. They did not want to disturb that person's eternal sleep. The fallen leaves returned to their roots. This was the burial place chosen by the God of Valley.
I built a cave with my own hands and buried myself with thousands of years of memories.
"We were wrong." At this moment, King Yan, who was wearing a green silk robe, shook his head with a wry smile and murmured, "We were really wrong."
They should not release the blue bird and ask for help from the supreme inheritance. This is not curing the poison of the Grain God, but killing its Taoist heart and destroying its thousands of years of perseverance. However, the Grain God is using his body to trample it.
To wake them up, they can't lie on the monument as a human emperor family. What they say and do is not for the admiration of the world and worship from all directions. What they protect is the land under their feet. This is the responsibility of every human race.
, the fate of inherited war blood.
Giving is not for reward, and merit is not for seeking. Perhaps in the heart of Gushen, these complicated thoughts have never existed.
This is a rare and pure person in the world.
Only in this way can we understand Shennong's Baicao Jing, which inherits the will of Shennong of all generations, to a state that surpasses the Shennong of the current generation.
At this moment, outside Shennong Mountain.
As the Emperor's Pill Tribulation came to an end, the powerful men from all walks of life who gathered outside Shennong Mountain suddenly looked up at the sky with some suspicion. The moonlight tonight was particularly cold and bright. At the same time, the dark clouds gathering in the sky also
It became thicker and thicker, and they felt an extremely depressing atmosphere.
It was not the oppression of power, but a rhythm that made their fighting souls throb, as if something was about to disappear, and there was an indescribable and invisible heaviness that lingered in their hearts.
"wrong!"
An elder sacred figure stood up suddenly, his eyes focused. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a familiar yet unfamiliar scene. It is familiar because you have seen it before, and it is unfamiliar because it is not common. But whether it is a bone book, jade book, or the history of the human race
Among the countless records on the Internet, there are descriptions that cannot be avoided.
Just a few breaths later, the continuous clouds were dyed with a layer of bright red, and the bright moon was also reflected in bright red.
"This is……"
At this moment, many strong men from all sides of the human world can't detect anything strange. No matter how you look at it, this doesn't seem like a good sign, but more like the legendary vision of the fall of a sacred person. And the blood cloud is accumulating.
, the place with the strongest concentration is in Shennong Mountain.
"impossible!"
Some people lost their voices and couldn't believe the scene in front of them. There would be no such coincidence in this world, but wasn't it refined into the Imperial Pill? Could it be that even such a Supreme Emperor Pill couldn't suppress the great poison of Baicao in Gu Shen's body?
?They don’t expect to extend their lifespan much. Even if the God of Ceres lives for a few hundred more years and dies, he will be satisfied.
Until the next moment, in Shennong Mountain, a majestic figure in a green silk robe led hundreds of people behind him out, stood in front of Shennong Mountain, and then faced the mountains and plains ahead, and the strong human beings from all walks of life in the wilderness bowed deeply.
A week later.
The Human Emperor Jiang Family is wrong!
This is the current patriarch of the Jiang family, a generation of King Yan, a supreme powerhouse famous in the starry sky. Not only that, behind him, there are more than a dozen majestic figures. They are the nearly two members of the Jiang family and the Ji family.
Ten supreme beings, many of them kings, are all gathered here at this moment, bowing to everyone and asking for forgiveness.
This scene shocked everyone in the wilderness. In their memory, they had never seen so many supremely powerful people gathered together at once, let alone the supreme beings saluting them and asking for forgiveness. This was simply worse than
Myths are even more legendary, and it is so unbelievable that even in the long war history of the human race, there is no such record about the Human Emperor family.
However, immediately, they received news that they had expected but could not accept.
The God of Ceres has long passed away!
I don't want people in the world to suffer for me, I don't want to lie on top of a monument, and I don't want to set a precedent for others to follow.
Gushen adhered to his Taoist heart and buried himself with his own hands. He passed away peacefully.
"What a stubborn old man..."
In the wilderness, several white-haired old saints laughed and cursed. With the support of descendants of the clan, they stood up tremblingly in the chariot, cursing, and tears streaming down their faces. (Please subscribe,
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