Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters pass the fire down
"Thank you for your kindness, sir. It's just that my hometown is hard to leave. I don't want to change places anymore." The village chief shook his head and said slowly. After hearing his words, many villagers who were originally excited also calmed down.
"Back then, our human race's sages brought our ancestors to the underworld. After countless years, they just barely allowed our human race to gain a foothold. For this, our ancestors paid an unimaginable price. Now that the human race is in danger, how can we be timid and flee?
"The village chief's words made the surrounding villagers look firm again.
Yes, this is their home, how can they leave? Do they still want to be rootless duckweeds like their ancestors did? Their ancestors sacrificed for them and were buried on this land, how can they leave?
"Although our power is insignificant, killing one more demon clan can bring hope to our human clan, and if we stay, we will also leave more fire seeds for the human clan. Sooner or later, these fire seeds can turn into a prairie fire."
The fire is endless." The village chief's last words resounded in Mu Yi's heart.
Even the fire lamp suddenly trembled slightly, and the extinguished fire seemed to have signs of being rekindled.
"The thoughts of all living beings, it turns out that these are the real thoughts of all living beings. The so-called thoughts are a firm belief. The human race, inheritance, and fire are passed down from generation to generation."
"Thank you, village chief, for your advice." Mu Yi's face became solemn, and even his body became slightly more solid, no longer as ethereal as before.
"I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it." The village chief shook his head hurriedly.
"I want to borrow something from the village chief," Mu Yi said.
"You can borrow anything you want, even if it's my life," the village chief said immediately. Jiang Wu next to him also nodded heavily, including Jiang Xiaoyu's mother and the surrounding villagers.
"I would like to borrow a thought from the village chief to help me light this lamp with the thought of passing on the fire of my human race." Mu Yi said and stretched out his hand, and a simple and ordinary copper lamp suddenly appeared in his hand, but
The wick did not light.
"I do." The village chief almost blurted out, and then a faint white light flew out from between his eyebrows and disappeared directly into the fire lamp. In Mu Yi's eyes, that little light was like a spark. Although it was insignificant, it was far from being able to ignite.
But this is a good start. As long as he persists, sooner or later, the lamp will be completely lit.
"I do!"
"I do too!"
"We all do."
As louder and louder sounds rang out, more and more white lights flew up, like swallows falling into the arms, and burrowed into the lamp one after another.
But compared to the obvious salary lanterns, these white lights were still just a drop in the bucket, but Mu Yi had a smile on his face. When no more white light flew out, he put the salary lanterns away, then straightened his robes, and solemnly faced the villagers.
The chief and all the villagers in Jiangjia Village bowed.
"I, Mu Yi, thank you all on behalf of the human race. The spirit of the human race should be passed down from generation to generation like fire and will never be extinguished."
Mu Yi This week, a rumbling sound suddenly came from deep in the sky. The sound of thunder that should have made people frightened now felt warm and comfortable in everyone's ears.
In the long river of time and space, a wave suddenly rose up, changing the original trajectory, and slowly formed a tributary along the other direction. Although it did not take long to submerge into the long river of time and space, it seemed that something had been changed.
Well, as for the impact, no one knows yet. Maybe it will be revealed sooner or later at the end of time and space.
After bidding farewell to the village chief and others, Mu Yi left. This was not a place where he would stay for a long time.
After bowing three times, the village chief straightened up, turned to face the many villagers and said, "We will rebuild our home and pass on the fire of the human race."
"Rebuilding Home."
"Rebuilding Home."
"Rebuilding Home."
The shouts grew louder and louder. Mu Yi walked away with a smile on his face. They were a group of lovely people. Although they were weak, as they said, they shouldered the important task of passing on the fire.
Even if it is just insignificant, I believe it will be enough to start a prairie fire one day.
Let's talk about Jiang Xiaoyu. When he reached the fifth level, he finally overpowered the black-robed old man from the demon clan and caught up with him halfway. He punched him and beat him into a pulp. With each punch, his heart was filled with emotion.
It will hurt a bit.
If he had had such strength earlier, the village chief, Uncle Jiang Wu, and even his mother would not have died. But now, even if he kills his enemy, his mother cannot be resurrected.
After killing the old man in black robe, Jiang Xiaoyu did not return to Jiangjia Village because he had no face to go back and did not know how to face the eyes of the villagers. He could only return to the place where Jiangjia Village used to be and set up a tomb there.
, kneeling there.
His blood and tears have long since dried up, and his eyes are empty. Only his long hair, which was dyed blood-colored, has not recovered. It is still the same. The wind blows, and the hair flutters. You can even smell the smell of blood, which is very strong and painful.
.
"Why!"
Suddenly, a sigh came out, and Jiang Xiaoyu trembled all over, but did not turn his head, and still knelt there.
"I already know about you. Since you hate him, then kill him. No matter what the future holds, I will accompany you to kill him until there is a sea of blood, to bring peace to the world, and to kill him with a clear conscience." A figure not much shorter than Jiang Xiaoyu.
Walked up to him and said softly.
The person who appeared at this time was Murong Xixuan. Although she had not seen it with her own eyes, Mu Yi had sent a memory into her sea of consciousness before, allowing her to clearly understand the pain Jiang Xiaoyu had experienced.
Now, the only thing she can do is to accompany him and kill!
Hearing Murong Xixuan's words, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly raised his head, a layer of rich blood spread out from his body, and his eyes turned as red as blood again.
"Yes, let us kill a sea of blood and carve out a piece of heaven and earth for the human race." Jiang Xiaoyu stood up, looked at Murong Xixuan opposite, and said firmly.
"good."
Murong Xixuan nodded, then stepped forward and took Jiang Xiaoyu's hand. The two figures left side by side, but behind them, there was a faint sea of blood tumbling. On top of it, there was a figure.
The Blood King who was refined with quilt runes.
In the sea of blood, a side-by-side lotus flower loomed, as if it was foreshadowing something.
Further away, an illusory figure flashed and disappeared with the wind, as if it had never appeared before.
The land of Hades is full of fighting and sorrow.
Liu Yao, Aguduo, and Tianxiang King, even the weakest ones, have giant-level strength. It can be said that without the quasi-emperor, these three followers are completely swept away, but this behavior immediately alarmed
After all, the reason why the two Yaogui clans massacred the human race this time was to force Mu Yi out. Maybe one of these strong men who suddenly appeared was Mu Yi. This is why there were so many people near Jiangjiacun before.
It’s because of the fifth level of the king’s realm.
They were just released as bait to look for clues about Mu Yi.
(Chapter 8 is here! Let’s eat first and continue in the evening!) (To be continued)