Chapter 272: Carrying the Seven Hundred Years of Mission Inheritance
Pale face and white hair, sitting alone in the bronze palace.
His soul eyes were dim, as if he had been melancholy for centuries.
His words were indifferent and his voice was low.
Although he was clearly sitting in front of him, Han Feng felt that the old man was too far away from him, visible but out of reach.
Bronze Hall, everlasting lantern.
A lifetime of time, with a hazy gray mist behind me.
In fact, Han Feng felt that this old man was a bit nagging, but after thinking about it, Qicai probably meant that he wanted to entrust the task to him?
senior
Han Feng spoke, a little confused.
However, the white-haired old man did not give Han Feng a chance to speak, and said to himself:
The first thing - related to the skeleton of the Northern Hell Owl, when our Shentian Sect launched a holy war to exterminate demons, we gathered more than ten innates and finally sealed it in the Eternal Sleeping Volcano in eastern Kyushu, and sealed it with the fire of the earth's lungs for eternity.
The Demon King who controls life and death. However, the years have changed, and hundreds of years have passed. Without the blessing, the power of the seal may have gradually decayed. I need you to go to the Yongmian Volcano in the center of the Ancient Silence Plain, and once again strengthen the seal of the Yongmian Volcano to prevent the Northern Prison.
Xiao Gu escaped and once again led the Nine Provinces Monster Clan.
Han Feng subconsciously swallowed his saliva when he heard this. Han Feng had already seen the power of Morakshashi. Just one clone could pull the entire Yunchen City into a dream. If its true form came, it would probably destroy the whole country.
Even the power of martial arts cannot deal with it, and he is only the fifth Demon King.
Ranked second, one can imagine how powerful the Demon King, who holds the power of life and death, must be from the description of the white-haired old man's description of the holy war involving more than ten innates.
Each innate can move mountains, fill seas, collapse the sky and crack the earth, and can influence the celestial phenomena based on their mood. If a group of innates fight, the scene will probably be equivalent to the serial explosion of a large number of nuclear bombs.
Before Han Feng could remain shocked, the white-haired old man continued:
Secondly, I hope you can take over the guarding task for the Shentian Sect.
As the old man spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked it in front of his face.
Three keys with different appearances and mysterious aura appeared in front of Han Feng, suspended in the ancient bronze palace.
The God of War?
Yes, at the end of the ancient times, the world was strangled. The Shentian Sect participated in this battle that stretched across Northern Kyushu. After the war, the Shentian Sect took on the task of sealing the heads and also preserved three of the twenty-seven heads.
The power has now been exhausted, and someone must take on the task of maintaining the seal, and you are the only candidate.
Han Feng felt his scalp numb just by listening to a series of nouns from the white-haired old man's mouth.
He said with a wry smile:
Can I choose to refuse?
The white-haired old man ignored Han Feng at all, but kept to himself and said:
The last thing is about the concept of martial arts spreading over the world for seven hundred years. I have been sitting here alone for seven hundred years without saying a word and as quiet as a statue just to ask for our request and for our concept. Kyushu needs martial arts and martial arts.
A broader foundation is needed. This is related to the destruction of China. I cannot go into details, but please be sure to keep it in mind!
The concept of Wubu Tianxia is actually very mysterious, and Han Feng cannot fully understand it.
But watching this gray-haired old man endure seven hundred years of loneliness just to convey such words to himself, Han Feng suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart.