Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 1334: Walk in the Sunrise Valley and worship the ancestors and gods
Beyond the Xuanxin Floating Island, facing the Chaoyang direction, a figure moves away.
No one noticed that at the pinnacle of the floating island, I don’t know when an old man stood on crutches under the starry battle flag; no one noticed that at the foot of the mountain, there was also a little nv that would cover his forehead. Go up and look into the distance.
In the direction of the young and old, Zhang Fan's back was plated with a gold rim under the setting sun, and a few flickered and disappeared.
"Eastern Sovereign..." The old man Xuan Xin chewed these two words in his heart, but he wondered if he was willing to meet again. When he was afraid of seeing him again, it was when Zhang Fan realized the sentence before his death.
Xing Yi is much simpler, she slowly put down the quiet and sighed: "Goodbye, aliens!"......Whether it is the complexity of the old Xuanxin old man, or the simplicity of nv Xingyi, they have never been obsessed with Zhang Fan. In his heart, at this time, under his feet and eyes, there was only the earth of Dongya Sunrise Valley and the people who lived there for generations.
Really leave the clouds of the demon god, cultivator, and walk down the ground, Zhang Fan can really see the other side of the birthplace of the demon emperor.
Humanity is the protagonist of the era, and the world’s darlings after the era of the demon gods, in any corner of the world, there are human reproductions in any environment.
This is a heavenly favor, and good luck! This is also true in the East Valley and Sunrise Valley.
No one knows, when did these human races take root here, and have multiplied to this day, when the first demon emperor was born? Or later? Is it native to grow here? Or is it possible to send them in between? This mystery may not be able to have an answer when the heavens and the earth are old, the universe is destroyed and the world is repeated, and the floods are reproduced.
Zhang Fan doesn’t need this answer either. When he first saw these mortals, he suddenly wondered why no matter whether they were young nv Xingyi or the cultivator mortals on the floating island, they knew the first time they saw him From outside, not from the people in Dongya Sunrise Valley.
These native humans will understand.
Ru drinking blood may not be necessary, but cutting wood to make a spear, smelting copper into soldiers, tailoring animal skins, fishing and hunting for a living... The extremely primitive state of existence is a fact.
Zhang Fan is a Chinese dress, with grace and grace, and born with dignity. Compared with these indigenous people who are even proud of wearing gorgeous animal skins, they are like a cloud of mud. The gap is still much larger than anyone else. Can distinguish it at a glance.
With these mortals, a doubt suddenly emerged from the bottom of Zhang Fan's heart.
"The breath on them is integrated with heaven and earth, obviously the native eternal life spirit, more favored by heaven and earth, this kind of breath can't be compared even with the Purple House lineage Xianfan that has been breeding here for tens of thousands of years.
"Why do they stay at such a stage with such a long existence, and haven’t even learned the most basic planting?" As the road went, Zhang Fan saw more mortal tribes living mainly on fishing and hunting, supplemented by collection, primitive To the extreme.
The human races in the world, when it comes to individuals, may be strong or weak, but they are different from Huiyu. However, when it is enlarged to a group, it is roughly the same.
These Dongya Sunrise Valley tribes are also a group of human beings. How could they be foolish and clumsy, and it would take more than 100,000 years to reproduce before they reached this situation? How can it be? "What kind of power is it that you intend to control them like this?" Zhang Fan was suspicious in his heart. While walking on the ground, he watched carefully.
As I walked away, I unknowingly saw dozens of large tribes along the way, countless tribes, tens of millions of mortals, the answer gradually emerged silently.
Seeing Zhang Fan along the way, those tribes formed by mortals have only done three things from beginning to end: one is for fishing and hunting, which is for food and clothing; the other is to fight each other to kill; the third is to worship gods.
The former is the most important, but it is not on the hearts of tribes and mortals; the latter two are the most important. Every tribe and every mortal is almost born and died for it.
In just a few days, skill and Zhang Fan have seen thousands of assassinations, almost every moment, and there are dozens of dying tribes.
The tribal indigenous people who died in the battlefield, as well as the captured captives of the local tribe, everything will eventually become a sacrifice to the gods in the tribe of the winner.
It's the gods worshipped by these mortals that really attracted Zhang Fan's attention.
There are wood sculptures made of clay and carved stone, and they look like all kinds of people. There is no human form alone.
Here are the gods sacrificed by the Sunrise Valley people.
Or like a dog and horse and cover scale, like a dragon, roaring in the sky, spitting flames in the mouth, pedaling the dragon, and sucking the blood.
This is Taikoo strange beast: Uphill?! Or a tiger like a cow, with a hedgehog all over the body, with wings on its back, very fierce.
This is an ancient demon god: poor! Or fox body born nine tails, very beautiful, charm all sentient beings.
This is Taikoo monster beast: Nine Tail Fox! Or born in the fire, red light cover, gorgeous wings, lonely form.
This is Taikoo divine beast: Suzaku! ......The tribes, the gods worshipped, are either strange beast or divine beast, or monster beast if they are not demon gods. They are all powerful creatures from the ancient times.
All the worshipped gods, in that distant ancient times, either possessed the status of demon **** or one-sided overlord, but there is no one that is not worthy of a big book and special book in the human race cultivator classics.
The key thing is that these gods Zhang Fan had just been seen in a place not long ago.
Ancient city, King Dapeng, clay sculpture! On the same day, King Dapeng squeezed the ancient seventy-two Great Saint dharma idol as a gift to the urchin to protect his safety and not devour it when he lost control.
The Indigenous People of Sunrise Valley, through continuous expeditions and attacks, sacrificed the defeated, whether they worship the demon **** or strange beast, they are all in the seventy-two dharma idol.
In other words, they worshipped the Seventy-two Great Saints in the Dharma Idol Sect that entered it in ancient times.
"What happened to them?" When this was discovered, Zhang Fan also had some doubts.
The mortals can’t see anything, they just sacrifice according to the rules, but this scene falls in the eyes of Zhang Fan, it is very different.
At first glance, Zhang Fan found that on the statues of gods, spirit light is immortal, invisible channels are connected, and there is a kind of stagnation in the hidden Shinto method.
It seems that there are people in this world who do not know why they are born, why they are suffering, who are at a loss for the whole day, eating and breathing in vain, but it is just instinct.
The same is true of these gods. By feeling their breath, Zhang Fan realized that these gods seemed to be caught in a weird situation and could only be passively accepted, instinctively accommodated, without real spiritual knowledge.
"Whether it is a life or not, it is not dead, it is really strange.
With doubts in his heart, Zhang Fan walked all the way toward the rising sun. The human killing, he was too lazy to intervene. Instead of trying so hard, it was better to solve the problem from the root cause.
A few days later, it was the day when the demon gods gathered and re-established the heavens, and by then, naturally everything came to an end.
......On this day, Zhang Fan walks on the ground. As for the land near the sea, it stands on a reef. It can be seen that the sunrise is suspended on the sea. Nearly, the sound of the sea lang hitting the reef can be heard, and the surroundings are slightly fishy. The smell of sea breeze is blowing slowly.
Suddenly, he frowned and looked in one direction, where the faint vocals were sent by the force of the sea breeze.
"Don't run away, stop!" "Brothers, kill, kill them and cut their heads back to worship the gods, we are the most powerful warriors in the family.
"... Excited and fanatical, even the sound of fighting, can not be covered.
A moment later, the burly man with bruises and bruises three or two times, helped an old man with white hair, carrying a five- or six-year-old child, and was embarrassed in the direction of Zhang Fan.
Behind them, left a few strings of ling luan and different shades on the white sand beach, which has spread to the distance. At the end of the footprints, dozens of faces are painted with oil, holding a spear or a bronze sword The strong man roared and chased him.
Similar drama codes. I saw a lot in Zhang Fan in these few days. I didn’t take it seriously, but the next scene suddenly let his eyes shine.
"Ancestral God, your last bloodline is going to be cut off, why don't you wake up?" There is no way ahead, three or two men, old people and children, forming a circle, with the remaining blades facing out It’s a desperate and fearful se, that seems to be the weird emphasis used in sacrificial offerings n chanting the above sentence, it is the old man in the group.
Think of it, this is a big person responsible for the sacrifice, usually at least the elders of the clan first class, only to master these, and only when they are chased and killed on the edge of the genocide, there are still people who are always there to protect.
"Old man, it’s useless for you to worship again, your **** Kun is dead, hahaha~~" Seeing that the other party has nowhere to go~IndoMTL.com~ The brave men who are chasing are obviously very proud, and they laugh madly , Holding a weapon slowly approached.
"Nonsense!" Reproached that the child, at his age, was a bit powerful.
After all, it’s a child. After the scolding, he turned back pitifully and said to the old man: "Elder and grandpa, are they nonsense, right? Ancestral gods will not die?" "Patriarch, you have to remember God can’t die, where have ever died gods? There have never been ungodly and dying tribes, but there will never be dead gods, you must remember.
"The old man's voice is sharp, but his face is full of kindness.
"What kind of patriarch’s shelf is there before death?
"The strong man he chased seemed to be annoyed before being shocked before, and shouted: "When you return to the clan and sacrifice you to the ancestor god, you can go to your dead "Kun God" Going as a companion.
""hahaha~~" All the chasing soldiers are laughing wildly. It is common sense that the ancestor **** is not dead. There are no dead spirits passed down from generation to generation.
However, the first appeared now. Overnight, the elder priests of the Kunshen clan lost magical power. Apart from the fall of the Kunshen, could there be other explanations? Approaching step by step, no longer ng chasing soldiers, the old man took a bronze statue from his arms and placed it on the beach, bowed prostrately: "Ancestor God, you open your eyes, the last blood of our Kunshen clan will be extinct~" The bronze statue is ignorant, spirit light is bleak.
"Oh~" The warrior in the last clan of looks at was unable to resist, seeing the blood of the last Kunshen God in front of him. The old man's blood spewed out and his white hair was red.
When he was sad and inexplicable, preparing to hold the patriarch into angry sea, a clear voice came into his ears: "Your ancestor, but Kunpeng
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