Chapter seven hundred and ninety-eight prophets, inherited from generation to generation
In the northwest corner of Shenkuang City, in front of an inconspicuous mud house, a man, three women and four people came, it was Qin Tiange and others.
"The prophet has been waiting for a long time. Please come with me!"
There was a little girl standing in front of the house. She smiled after seeing Qin Tiange and others, and then led Qin Tiange and others into the house.
Seeing this little girl, Qin Tiange's eyes flashed with a bright expression, and she looked like this.
Following the little girl into the house, Qin Tiange found that the house was very empty. It was inconspicuous from the outside, but only after entering it did he realize that there was something going on inside.
The hut is just a cover to cover up an underground passage here, and the little girl leads him into it.
After walking for about a minute, Qin Tiange and others finally arrived at an open place underground.
There are bright sacred stones embedded all around, all of which are sacred minerals, emitting hazy light.
Inside, there was a mysterious figure sitting cross-legged, with a vague aura and an unpredictable feeling.
"Prophet, they are coming."
The little girl took two steps forward and saluted the hazy figure respectfully, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
That person was the prophet. He was shrouded in a mist and couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely see the old figure.
"Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred years have passed, and the old man is finally on the eve of his death. The day he has been waiting for..."
An old and twilight voice came, which surprised the four Qin Tiange who came here and looked at the ridiculously old man in front of them.
I saw that the light mist dissipated, and I saw a person with gray hair, beard, and eyebrows, eight meters long, scattered around, covering his body, and it looked extremely scary.
He is the prophet. He looks very old. There is an aura of twilight all over his body, as if he can weather at any time, like an old fossil.
The prophet's skin was dry and almost turned into lime, as if there was no blood at all. Only a pair of deep-set eyes revealed a super powerful light of wisdom.
"You know I'm coming?" Qin Tiange asked softly.
The old prophet slowly raised his head. The skin on his face was cracked and splattered with mud. He looked very scary.
He slowly opened his mouth and said: "I am the 88th generation of the prophet of the human race. Before I die, I can still see the emperor of the human race coming. I will die without regrets."
"Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred years have passed, and each generation of prophets can only live to this age. Today is the day when the old man will die. But suddenly, it is estimated that the fate of our family has suddenly changed, and we have the potential to ride the wind and waves. Therefore, we boldly use our Qi to
The Art of Luck spent my own energy to calculate a hexagram, and then I realized that the day has come for my family to regain freedom."
As the old prophet spoke, two lines of thick blood and tears flowed from his turbid eyes, and his body gradually deteriorated.
"town!"
Qin Tiange frowned and raised his hand to suppress the old man who was about to die, a human prophet who claimed to have lived for 88,800 years.
"We, the remnants of the previous generation of humans, have been looking forward to the arrival of the Human Emperor all the time for generations. Today, it finally came true. The old man's mission has been completed." The old prophet murmured to himself.
He looked at Qin Tiange and slowly bowed down, and then he discovered to his horror that his lower body had grown into the rocks on the ground and was integrated into one body.
This is like flesh and blood turning into stone, like a fossil. How many years has he not moved?
Qin Tiange's face was solemn, because he sensed that this old man did not have any strength at all. He was just an ordinary person, but he had the aura of aging and had lived for a full 88,800 years.
An ordinary person with no strength can actually live for 88,800 years?
"Prophet, how do you know that I am the Human Emperor?" Qin Tiange stepped forward and gently helped the prophet up.
I saw the prophet showing a terrifying smile, which would definitely frighten the timid ones to death.
He said word for word: "My emperor, the prophets passed down by the human race in the past generations, all follow the human emperor, seek luck for the human emperor, sort out the blockage of the clan's destiny, block the diversion, calculate the ups and downs of the clan's destiny, and calculate the ebb and flow of the clan's destiny.
, is the only sacrifice beside the Human Emperor."
"It's a pity that the old man can no longer be a sacrifice by your side. He will pass away soon, but he can pass on the light of wisdom as a prophet."
As he said that, the old man looked at the little girl aside. Qin Tiange was stunned for a moment when he saw it, and asked: "Prophet, do you want to pass it on to her?"
"Could it be that the prophet's longevity cannot be extended?" Qin Tiange asked with a frown.
How could that little girl shoulder the important task of being a prophet of the human race? But the old prophet was not worried at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Human Emperor, do you know how old she is this year?"
Hearing this, Qin Tiange was surprised. He instinctively used the power of time to sense and swept past the little girl who had been kneeling quietly next to him. He immediately sensed a message of longevity.
"Eighty-eight years?" Qin Tiange was startled. He didn't pay attention before and thought she was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl. But now he suddenly realized that she was actually eighty-eight years old.
Yes, this little girl lived for eighty-eight years and followed the prophet of the previous generation for eighty-eight years, but her appearance only remained that of a twelve-year-old, which was strange and unpredictable.
"How can our emperor see it?" The old prophet was shocked. He looked Qin Tiange up and down with a pair of wise eyes, and suddenly laughed loudly.
"Hahaha, I can't tell, I can't calculate, my emperor is a great blessing to our family..." The old prophet laughed, looking very excited.
This made Li Luo, You Ji, and Fei Yan look at each other in confusion. They all felt that the human race was too mysterious and unpredictable.
An ordinary person has no strength at all, but has lived for 88,800 years. How terrible is that?
Think about it, generally speaking, among the Starry Sky Hundred Clans, a tribesman who does not practice and has no strength can only live for a thousand years at most.
Unless you practice and break your destiny, you can increase your longevity. However, this human race prophet turned out to be an ordinary person and lived for more than 80,000 years.
"My emperor, please don't bother. The prophets of the human race throughout the generations have been cursed by God and cannot practice cultivation in their lifetime, because the power of wisdom of the prophets is the only existence among all the races in the starry sky that can help this race sort out its fate."
The old prophet's words made Qin Tiange frown. He didn't believe in any curse. Any fate could be broken.
"My emperor, the inheritance cannot be broken. The power of our prophets has no name or surname. Our life's responsibility is to dedicate ourselves to our clan and the emperor."
"Wait!" Qin Tiange saw something was wrong and immediately organized, frowning and said: "You want to pass it on to her before she dies, but why did you bring me here?"
"My Emperor, we are running out of time. If we don't pass on the wisdom of this prophet, it will be too late." The mud on the old prophet's face shook off, and his skin peeled off bit by bit like sand and gravel powder.
Seeing this, Qin Tiange's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand and pressed it on the old prophet's head, and a mysterious power surged out.
"Reverse time and space!"
With a low cry, along with a powerful force of time, the breath of time in the old prophet's body actually flowed backwards.
The reversal of time and space means reversing life and death and rejuvenating youth. Qin Tiange did not want this human prophet to fall like this.
With such an old man assisting him, he is a treasure. Naturally, he cannot be allowed to die so easily.
However, things are often not as simple as imagined. The old prophet smiled with relief. Although the petrified skin on his face became normal, he was still sitting.
"My emperor, don't waste your strength. I have fulfilled my wish. I will let the next generation of prophets assist my emperor and sacrifice the destiny of all races in the heavens..."
As he spoke, the old prophet's body turned into light and gradually became immortal, as if he could not retain the aura of longevity that belonged to the prophet.
Seeing this, Qin Tiange was stunned, took back his hand and remained silent, watching the old prophet just sitting in front of him, helpless.
Although he reversed time and space and wanted to make the old prophet rejuvenate, he still couldn't do it because a mysterious force blocked him.
An ordinary person can live so long because he is too evil. Even heaven and earth are taboo on that kind of wisdom. Perhaps this is the sorrow of the prophets of the human race throughout the ages.
"Is it really impossible to change?" Qin Tiange looked at the old prophet who had disappeared, leaving only a bright light.
That is the light of wisdom, a unique inheritance accumulated by past prophets. Only the designated next prophet can receive it, otherwise no one can obtain this power.
"grandfather..."
With a cry of grief, the little girl looked at the old prophet who had passed away and fainted.
Wow!
Sure enough, the light of wisdom flew into the head of the little girl who was kneeling down and crying, as if a brain of supreme wisdom was integrated into it.
Gradually, the little girl's whole body bloomed with strong radiance, which was a kind of aura of wisdom.
"The inheritance of wisdom will be jealous of heaven."
Li Luo murmured to himself, came to Qin Tiange, and said softly: "In the past, I once saw the first generation of human race prophets, who buried the fate of thirty-six clans for the human race, and then allowed our clan to
The fate of the family has soared from its humble beginnings."
"The prophet has such an ability. He is the most taboo and hated existence among hundreds of races and even all races. Once there is an opportunity, all races in the universe will try their best to kill the human prophet at any cost." Li Luo said seriously.
Warning.
What she meant was that the prophet dedicated his life to the human race and the emperor, and the emperor needed to protect the prophet until his death, which was 88,800 years, and then pass it on to the next generation.
At this time, the light from the little girl's body faded away, and her twelve-year-old appearance suddenly changed, gradually growing into a mature and beautiful woman.
Her originally black hair suddenly turned snow-white, and there was a crystallization of wisdom between her brows. She slowly opened her eyes, revealing a wisdom that looked through the world.
"The 89th generation prophet, pays homage to our emperor!"
The woman slowly knelt down and solemnly performed the ancient ritual of a monarch and minister, solemnly and solemnly, with a trace of sadness still remaining on her pretty face.
