Chapter 30 The Second Ancestor!

Background is a mysterious and strange word for many monks in the world. Everyone knows that all major holy places have terrifying foundations, but few people know what it represents.

Inside the Supreme Hall, many monks from the Wanchu Holy Land were facing the sacred land, muttering something like a spell; they were worshipping.

There are even old monks who have not much time left and are unwilling to sacrifice their lives. They were born and raised here and have deep feelings for the Taoist tradition and are willing to do their last bit of effort.

Sacrificing oneself just to increase the possibility of the background. A total of more than 30 living fossils chose blood sacrifice, which was a desolate and tragic scene.

Every Taoist tradition that can last for a long time naturally has its backbone.

The holy land has a profound accumulation, a long-lasting destiny, a long heritage, and is unfathomable.

Even they themselves do not know how much power they have. According to ancient traditions, they are only summoned with incantations when life and death are at stake.

"boom!"

In the sacred land, there was a sudden burst of terrifying aura, and a nine-story ancient tower flew out, emitting a light that shone through the ages, so bright that it was almost terrifying!
This is Wanchu’s supreme holy weapon, made by a great saint of the human race. It is a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation, immortal for hundreds of thousands of years, and dozens of times more terrifying than ordinary holy weapons.

The Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth, with infinite textures, is interwoven all around, with wisps of chaotic energy hanging down, like a tool for opening the sky, the light of creation, as if returning to the beginning of the age.

The might of a terrifying holy weapon stopped hundreds of cavalrymen on the spot. Those Taoist slayers and semi-saints were actually stopped and could not commit any more crimes.

This is a holy vessel with a spirit, in which a god is nurtured. It has been worshipped by Wanchu for more than 100,000 years. It sensed the disaster of extinction, so the god burned everything to demonstrate the power of the holy way.

"It's just a weapon. After all, it's not the real ancient great sage. If this is all you can do, it won't work!"

Qinghe spoke lightly, but for the first time he was serious.

His hands drew countless marks in the void, evolving a chessboard world where the sky was round and the earth was square, true and real.

As she spread out her embroidered robe, the chessboard world expanded, enveloping the ancient tower.

The nine-story ancient tower was showing its power and was reviving to its fullest. The gods inside were all burning, the void was shattered and then healed, and the lights of various avenues collided, making people confused about reality and illusion.

Such a struggle is the most dangerous. It is a fight for the great way and a collision of rules. It is almost a fight of life and death.

Emperor Xian keenly noticed that Qinghe's face was a little pale. Obviously, it was not easy for her to evolve a small world like this.

You Lian told Di Xian not to worry, as she was at a higher level and could see the big picture from the details.

It's just a weapon. No matter how extraordinary and desperate you are, it can't be revived for long. Although it can temporarily compete with Qinghe, it can't last long.

As long as it drags on, she is bound to be suppressed and subdued by Qinghe. This is also a kind of practice and is good for her.

One after another, figures like gods emerged from the Supreme Hall. They had a overwhelming aura and a roar could shatter mountains and rivers.

As the former great kings, they were all invincible and brave, roaming across the Eastern Wilderness, suppressing an era and being known as the peerless kings.

However, when they reached old age and their lifespan was about to end, they finally did their final bit for the Taoist tradition and used special means to seal it and reduce the impact of time.

As a heritage, keep it.

There are five of them in total, all of them were invincible, feared by the whole world, and even the immortal heritage was terrified of them. As long as they did not attack their core ancestral land, they could do nothing to them.

I thought that I would be summoned by future generations so that I could do my final bit of strength, shine in my later years, shock the world again, and leave a legacy for future generations.

As a result, after they were truly revived, they used their divine senses to investigate and saw something.

Hundreds of ancient creatures, with their vital energy and blood thriving, have all reached the third level of the Immortal Realm, and are extremely powerful, almost on par with them.

There are dozens of others who are unfathomable and almost beyond their field, or at least they cannot sense their depth.

Maybe he could be a semi-saint, or even higher!

A heroic middle-aged man, with the Great Sun Divine Body, known as the Divine King, and a leader among the kings.

At this moment, I felt a little dizzy and suspected that I had seen it wrong.

"How could this be? Could it be that tens of thousands of years have passed and the environment has changed?"

“Why do I feel like there are half-saints everywhere, and the great kings are worse than dogs?”

But when he comprehended the Great Dao and clearly felt that the Great Dao was lofty and the environment of heaven and earth had not changed much, he was still suppressed.

"Ugh!"

He sighed, wondering how his descendants could have provoked such a terrifying creature. After all, he was a king of his generation, and once the true ruler of the East Wasteland, so he quickly adjusted his mentality.

He ordered some of his descendants to continue to worship the heritage. The Wanchu Holy Land has a long history, and it would not be preserved by only these few people as the heritage.

There must be something from an even older era.

He and several other kings also restrained their killing mentality and focused on reviving the Supreme Hall, using it as a holy weapon of war to stop the enemy.

Because if they don't use their holy weapons to block the attack, the Wanchu Holy Land will be cleansed in blood.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate. If the strong men from ancient times hadn't sealed it, Wanchu would have really been destroyed.

The Sun God King's blood was revived, as if he had returned to his childhood, struggling hard to survive among the enemies.

He continuously drew the light of chaos to bless the holy weapon, gathered masters from the holy land, and tens of thousands of cultivators at the lowest level of Dragon Transformation, under the leadership of the five great kings.

He had difficulty dealing with hundreds of Zhan Dao and Semi-Saint powerful warriors. Even with the power of the holy weapons, every time there was a collision, the tremendous force would shatter large numbers of cultivators into pieces and turn into blood mist.

The remaining energy and blood were absorbed by the holy weapon, allowing them to hold on a little longer.

But everyone knows that the Chaos Hall will be breached sooner or later. The most terrifying ancient creatures, as powerful as the sky and the Tao, have always stood aside and watched, putting great pressure on them, but have not taken any action yet.

In the Wanchu Divine Land, a large group of elders went crazy. Under the leadership of the Wanchu Saint Lord, they performed a blood sacrifice. The entire divine land was dyed with a layer of blood. They hoped that a miracle would happen and that the backup plan left by their ancestors could turn the tide.

Within the vast sacred land, where the eternal heritage of the holy land is sealed, a voice suddenly came from.

"Who disturbed my sleep? Has the Holy Land reached a critical moment of life and death? This day has finally arrived."

The voice was very ethereal and looming, as if an ancient god had drifted through the ages and finally opened his eyes after a long time.

A tall and heroic old man appeared. He moved very slowly, not much faster than a snail, but he had an inexplicable sense of justice, like an ancient bronze bell that had spanned a hundred thousand years, shaken off the dust of the years, and came into the present world.

His eyes flashed with a gleam as he saw the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with the air filled with blood mist. He suddenly understood a lot.

"Alas, there is really no immortal inheritance in this world. It seems like it was just yesterday when my teacher founded the religion here and passed on the tradition to me."

The old man sighed, as if he was reminiscing about the past. When people get old, they tend to be sentimental and miss the past.

Saint Wanchu had blood flowing from his chest. He was still relatively young, and even though he had performed a blood sacrifice and lost his life force, he only looked a little older, but was not truly dead.

Unlike many old people, who have a short lifespan, they pass away directly after being sacrificed.

He looked at the white-haired old man, recognized him instantly, and bowed respectfully.

"Second Ancestor!"

He was excited, as he didn't expect to meet this legendary figure.

The Second Patriarch was the direct disciple of the great saint who founded the religion thousands of years ago.

In the era when many saints emerged, he was also famous and his portrait was worshipped in the Wanchu Holy Land era.

"It is not a pity for us to die. Please, Second Ancestor, please keep the incense of my Wanchu Holy Land intact."

"Good boy!"

The white-haired old man waved his hand and from the deep pure land in the chaotic abyss, a fragrant and dazzling miraculous medicine with green leaves appeared in his hand.

This is actually a medicinal herb that can extend the life of an unrivaled strong man by four hundred years.

After taking the medicine, the old man began to become younger, as if time was flowing backwards, and he returned to the peak of his life.

The Qi and blood are like a real dragon, rushing up into the sky, penetrating through the sky and the earth. It can communicate with the outside world and intercept the essence of heaven and earth. Even a saint-level magic array cannot seal it.

"Very strong!"

You Lian's face was heavy, and she sent Emperor Xian out of the magic circle as soon as possible, because she was not absolutely sure that she could protect the Son of God.

"If you destroy my lineage, you will have to pay a price even if you have a great origin!"

The cold voice seemed to come from the underworld, hiding endless anger!

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