Chapter Five Hundred and Twelfth Chapter Locking the Heaven and Sending Off the Valley God!
Rumble!
There was thunder in the sky and earth, accompanied by a torrential rain of blood.
But compared with the visions of saints falling and crying in the rain in the past, this rain of blood seemed to have no end, spreading over Shennong Mountain, quickly sweeping across the entire wilderness, and even spreading towards the other four wastelands.
Buzz!
Above Shennong Mountain, in the downpour of blood, a golden glow suddenly appeared, which was a golden Jigu plant. Then, countless golden glows suddenly appeared, and each Jigu plant took root in the void and stretched into a sea, covering the sky with clouds of blood.
The rain has dispersed.
This is a golden sky. The sacred aura is purer and hundreds of times more intense than any other saint. The sudden changes are not like the vision of a holy meteor. But in front of Shennong Mountain, everyone is exposed.
With an extremely solemn expression, the God of Grains has passed away forever. Even the will of the human world has sensed it, and is it sent off in this way?
In the purple bamboo forest, Su Qinian looked up and saw the ears of grain swaying all over the sky, and the sound of rolling grain waves seemed to be heard in his ears. Yes, although the God of Grain is not favored by the luck of the human world and leads him to water the Ji Valley, the Ji Valley has its own
From the moment of birth, it has already been integrated with its aura, as if the bloodline senses the passing of the God of Grains. This is the starry sky of the five realms of the human world. In every corner, countless Jigu shines to send it off on its last journey.
Then, above the nine heavens, in the sea-shaped Ji Valley, a thin old man with rolled-up trouser legs and animal skins lay across his body, arms folded in front of his chest, slowly floating towards the valley along with the continuous waves of the grain.
The unknown distance.
"Farewell to the God of Ceres!"
Inside and outside Shennong Mountain, no one spoke first, everyone bowed and bowed deeply in the direction of the God of Grain.
And this mountain roaring tsunami didn't just sound from Shennong Mountain. On this day, every corner of the human world's starry sky, no matter day or night, the sky was gorgeous, and the figure of the God of Grain floated across the human world along with the continuous grain waves.
Every starry sky seems to be saying goodbye to all living beings.
A corner of the northern wilderness.
The ancestral land of Suotian lineage, the top of the back mountain.
He Laosan frowned, with a rare solemn and dignified expression, and said: "How could it be! With the background of the Shennong Jiang family, the Divine Phoenix Grass should be enough to refine the Imperial Pill. Why is the God of Grain still dead?"
"What kind of accident happened..."
The fifth senior brother sighed. The fall of the Grain God was a great sorrow for the human race. This was an old man who dedicated his whole life to the entire ethnic group. In the eyes of the Grain God, there is no longer any distinction between family and tribe. They are all
The tribesmen connected by blood to him, even their ancestral land of Suotian, had passed by when the God of Grain was sowing Jigu grain seeds along the way, and presented a handful of seeds to the village. Now, in the southwest corner of the village,
, there are also more than a dozen pieces of Jigu land opened up. Every late autumn, the ripe fragrance of Jigu will follow the evening breeze and permeate every corner of the village and even in front of the windows of every house.
"No matter what kind of change it is, everything has been settled."
Senior brother Luo Sheng, who was dressed in sackcloth, took a deep breath, then bowed towards the sky in the direction of the God of Grain, saying: "Luo Sheng, a lineage of Suo Tian, bids farewell to the God of Grain."
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The strange phenomena in the sky did not slowly dissipate until the bright moon set in the west and the morning sun rose. In the dark, everyone seemed to see the sleeping God of the Valley waking up, waving to everyone, and then turned around to welcome him.
Go towards the rising sun.
In front of Shennong Mountain, powerful men from all walks of life gathered for many days. They said goodbye to each other and left one after another. Many people felt like they were in another world and couldn't believe what happened on this day. They sent the Grain God away.
The deadline came many days earlier than expected. The God of Grain passed away suddenly, and they were not prepared at all.
However, every word of the apology from the two great human emperor families and the words of King Yan was like a heavenly carving knife, deeply imprinted in their minds, and they would often think about it for a long time to come.
Remembering and reflecting on themselves at all times, it was the God of Grain who made them understand what the sages of the human race should look like.
The search for the medicine for the God of Ceres also allowed them to see clearly that in the starry sky, the alien races coveted the immortality of the human world. There were many calculations and ambushes. Every corpse left in the starry sky was like a celestial bell, ringing in the sky.
They were deafened and deafened.
Those who are prepared for danger in times of peace should take precautions before they happen.
Not to mention the foreign races disturbing the human world, whether it is the starry sky boundary gate or the ancient heaven roads, how many supreme inheritances and human race warriors guard the borders. Over the long years, countless people have buried their bones in foreign lands, and even their tombs have not been left behind.
How can one feel at ease and enjoy peace while living in the starry sky within the realm?
In Shennong Mountain, in front of the mountain col.
Although no one entered the Yuan Valley area to avoid disturbing the Valley God's sleep, outside the mountain col, the head of the Jiang family led many members of the two great human emperor families to burn incense and worship.
Outside the mountain col, the clansmen of the two major human emperor families, with the Jiang family accounting for more than 90%, numbering more than 3,000. Except for those who were guarding the border, even those who were sitting in the border and breaking through the border, they all broke out and gathered in
In front of the mountain col, I just wanted to offer a stick of incense to the God of the Valley, as a gift to this stubborn, stubborn old man who had devoted his whole life to his work.
Inside the large bronze cauldron, green smoke curled up. As the clan leader, King Yan lit the first stick of incense.
After King Yan, there were several disciples of the God of Grain. They looked solemn. After offering incense, they kowtowed three times and bowed nine times. The God of Grain was their mentor. They were teachers for one day and father for life. They followed the God of Grain, although
They couldn't enjoy the rich clothes, spiritual food, support, or even the rapid advancement of their cultivation, but the God of Grain passed on all the mantles to them, and more importantly, taught them how to walk between heaven and earth, and how to stand upright.
spine.
After several disciples of the God of Grain, there should be Emperor Minglun and all the supreme beings from the two families. However, after Emperor Minglun took the incense, he handed it to the figure behind him who was wearing a coarse white robe.
"Lord Su, it is you who should offer this stick of incense."
As the emperor's voice sounded, in front of the mountain col, the eyes of many Jiang family members gathered. Many people had never seen this person before, but it did not prevent them from hearing about this person's reputation. The young Holy King Suotian, Zhanhuangdian
The youngest Territory Lord, even in the current starry sky of the human world, is vaguely known as the number one master of the younger generation.
Even the mysterious body of gods and demons, whose whereabouts are a mystery and who was first on the list of holy kings, is still inferior to this one in terms of popularity.
Because this one has already set foot in the supreme field, and even in terms of strong combat power, he has become one of the top quasi-kings. At least in the current starry sky of the human world, no one among the younger generation has been promoted to quasi-king. Life
Evolve and become a supreme being.
Even so, Emperor Minglun gave up the third incense stick, which shocked many people of the Jiang family and even the Ji family. What kind of existence Emperor Minglun was, even if they were members of the Jiang family, they could not see him easily on weekdays.
No, and the great emperor's vision and experience are so broad, let alone a holy king, even an ordinary supreme king can hardly be like this.
Even though they already knew that it was the young Holy King Locking Heaven who brought the rare-to-find Medicine Emperor Divine Phoenix Grass, and that was how Emperor Minglun and the other two kings took action to refine the Great Pill of the Emperor's Way, although
The God of Grain has not been affected, but for the Jiang family, this kindness must be kept in mind. However, based on the significance of this third stick of incense, Emperor Minglun's words still exceeded their expectations.
However, immediately after, the words spoken by the two kings made the hearts of many Jiang family members sway even more, and it was difficult to suppress the shock in their hearts.
"Lord Su, please don't refuse. You deserve this incense."
"Please offer incense to Lord Su."
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A total of eleven kings, the two kings who were in Shennong Valley at the beginning, spoke together at this moment, which also made some other supreme beings' eyes tremble. All the kings invited them together, how could this one be so virtuous and capable?
At the same time, Emperor Minglun and the kings of the two families valued him so much.
After a few breaths of silence, Su Qinian took the incense in Emperor Minglun's hand, stepped forward, and came to the bronze cauldron. On one side of the cauldron, the patriarch Jiang Yan nodded slightly towards him. Su Qinian took a deep breath with a solemn expression.
, offer incense respectfully.
This stick of incense is dedicated to the God of Grain, and the Ji Valley fills the world.
This stick of incense, in honor of the God of Grain, makes one's body righteous and his sleeves refreshing.
This stick of incense, from the Suotian lineage, is a tribute to the God of Grain! (Today, the dust has settled on the God of Grain. Next, an extremely important plot is about to begin.)