The darkness wiped away the last light in the sky, leaving only the glow of lights on the Netherland.
Chen Ji held the token tightly in his arms and ran home as fast as he could.
If Huang San didn't come out at the originally planned time, Chen Ji would go back after just a few more shouts.
This ghost wandering the streets was not something he, a completely ignorant person, could deal with.
Unexpectedly, after several months of shouting in front of the Huang family's mansion, Huang San actually came out today and gave him back the token he had snatched.
It was best to pay it back, otherwise he would be spared from having to go to someone who was half a step into the peak level of god transformation to ask for it every day in fear.
In this world, anyone who has some spiritual knowledge and can cultivate can easily crush Chen Ji to death.
He is the only surviving descendant of the family. At the age of twenty, let alone any descendants, he has not even tasted meat, so he does not dare to go out and fight Huang San at the end of his life.
The place Chen remembered was the Tomb of the Poor at the very edge of Naihe City. There were low-level people who had no spiritual awareness, or whose spiritual awareness was so low that they could not improve their cultivation level even through practice.
There are no houses built on the exposed land, only a large open space, and the place where they live is a living hole dug in the ground, so it is called a pauper's grave.
Ever since Chen Ji could remember, he had never gone out at night.
He would never dare to sleep in an underground mud hut at night and hear the sound of latecomers being eaten by monsters.
Unfortunately, tonight, although I had already calculated the time, my plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Who knew that the three yellow thieves would come out today!
Chen Ji scolded Huang San while running as fast as he could.
From the corner of his eye, he could already see unknown creatures on the streets and in the sky!
But the Huang family's mansion is so far away from the Pauper's Tomb!
Chen Ji ran for a quarter of an hour and still had half the distance to go.
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, evil spirits are afraid of people with cultivation skills, so they will not
Will come to the crowd and let humans do whatever they want!
But people tend to become more confused when they are in a hurry. There are no evil spirits in that block, but passing through the most prosperous main street is the Liuchuan River with the densest concentration of evil spirits in the entire Naihe City!
By the time Chen Ji felt that the atmosphere was getting weirder and wanted to run back, it was already too late.
Surrounded by unknown mist-like objects of various shapes, smoke surrounded the entire Liuchuan River, and the sound of water flow mixed with the cry of a baby continued to reach Chen Ji's ears.
"ha!
"
There was a loud noise from somewhere, and Chen Ji was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
As he was about to get up and continue running, there was a violent earthquake on the ground.
Chen Ji looked up and saw a huge object coming out of the smoke in front of him.
It was an extremely scary-looking big guy, with a head like an ape, a horn over two meters long on its forehead, lips like cinnabar, and a face like a bronze mirror; its skin was poisonous blue, and there were a pair of blue eyes growing on its back.
Its fleshy wings spread out and closed from time to time to be five meters long, and there is actually a leopard-like tail behind it!
Reggae!
It's reggae!
Chen Ji was so frightened that he screamed and rolled back. There were many little ghosts wrapped around him and they tore his clothes.
The big guy approached Chen Ji step by step. He stretched out his ugly hand and transformed into a weird long whip. He raised his hand and threw it at Chen Ji.
“Ahhhh!
"Chen Ji had runny nose and tears running down his face. He raised the token with no spiritual power left and shouted: "Ancestor, save me!
"
Chapter 302 Emperor Xuantian
I thought my life would be decided here today, but Chen Ji's mind even had a revolving door.
He saw his father, who had been dead for ten years, appear in front of him again.
"Chen Ji, you are a descendant of the Supreme Emperor Xuan Tian of the Three Thousand Worlds."
His father was still exactly the same as before his death. His body was as thin as a hag due to long-term malnutrition, but he still took the trouble to remind Chen Ji of the words he had said countless times, "The disaster that happened in our Tianhuang Sect nine hundred years ago."
The calamity is not because God wants to destroy my sect, but..."
Chen Ming's voice dimmed, his eyes widened and he said, "But our Tianhuang Sect wants to have a world-class genius among our descendants!
"
The hoarse vocal cords mixed with thick phlegm made Chen Ming's voice hoarse, and every time he breathed, he made strange animal-like noises.
When the heavenly calamity came nine hundred years ago, the head of the clan and several elders worked hard throughout their lives to protect the only bloodline of the Tianhuang Sect.
Over the past nine hundred years, the spiritual consciousness of the descendants of the Tianhuang Sect has become weaker and weaker with each passing generation. By the time Chen Ming's generation was already weak, they could not improve their cultivation level no matter how hard they practiced.
After Chen Ji was born, Chen Ming couldn't even sense whether there was any cultivation in the child.
Originally, Chen Ming had given up hope on the faith passed down from his ancestors. It was not until Chen Ji was taken away by the Wangchuan Sect when he was two years old that he later realized that this child might be the treasure obtained by their Tianhuang Sect after the catastrophe!
Unfortunately, it was already too late. Chen Ji's spiritual consciousness had been 'stolen and changed', and he was no longer qualified to practice.
But there is one last glimmer of hope!
That is the ancestor of their Tianhuang Sect, Emperor Xuan Tian!
Before the ancestor retired from the world, he issued a Xuandi Order to the descendants of each sect. If the sect was in danger of annihilation, they could take this token and go to the ancestor's hidden place to seek help from a narrow escape.
The Heavenly Tribulation came suddenly, and the entire Tianhuang Sect was unable to escape, so they had no chance to find their ancestors.
Later, the only surviving bloodline was also injured, and it took dozens of generations and hundreds of years of cultivation to gradually recover. Unfortunately, in the end, with the gradually weakening spiritual consciousness, it could no longer support him to survive a narrow escape.
It is only passed down from generation to generation that the Tianhuang Sect still has descendants, and it is up to future generations of prodigies to take the Emperor Xuan Order and defect to their ancestors.
The revolving lanterns flashed quickly in Chen Ji's mind one by one, and the last one came to him in an instant.
"Dad~" It was the young Chen Ji, who asked Chen Ming with an immature look: "How powerful are our ancestors?"
At that time, Chen Ming's condition had not yet reached the point of death, and there was still the last glimmer of light in his eyes.
"Ancestor of a generation~ He reached the peak level of soul-nurturing at the age of only nineteen, but his strength is not only the ninth level of soul-nurturing!
"Chen Ming looked at the young Chen Ji who was listening attentively, and pride appeared on his face unconsciously, "Rank, for the ancestor, is just the name of a cultivation level."
"One year after joining the world, he became famous throughout the Hongmeng Continent. After that, he continued to practice and upgrade, and his reputation spread throughout the three thousand worlds!
"
The sun rose and shone on Chen Ming's face through the gap in the hidden window. The last glimmer of light in his eyes gradually disappeared as the sun rose.
"Ancestor of the generation, that is an existence beyond God."
Chen Ming has never met the real ancestor, and everything he said is just a story passed down from generation to generation by his ancestors.
When the last light went out, Chen Ji's hand holding Xuan Di Ling slowly became looser. He was ready to face death.
Carbide Fire Room!
A shocking loud noise shook the sky of Naihe City!
Chen Ji woke up suddenly, the bright white sky stung his eyes.
The sky is bright...Naihe City is actually bright in the dark night!
The little ghost entangled in his body was burned by the light, screamed and struggled, turned into ashes and disappeared from this world.
Chen Ji looked forward and saw that the reggae had disappeared at some point, and the ground was covered with terrifying stumps!
He collapsed on the ground, trembling all over.
Sensing something strange in the sky, Chen Ji looked up and saw a person falling slowly from the sky.
This man was dressed in black, his hair was tied high, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, his body was slender, and his aura revealed that he was extraordinary at first sight.
When he looked closer, he saw that he was a young man in his twenties, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome appearance.
The young man stopped half a foot above the ground, holding his hands behind his back and floating in the air.
Chen Ji heard himself trembling and asked: "Who are you?"