Ancestor, Watch Over Me Chapter 870: ?^, Dao Zu

"In the stone pot, there is the power of the ancestors of the Qinglin tribe. It is the power of the king-level heavenly gate. It can definitely refine the big wild bull monsters and refine the peerless great medicine divine liquid."

The words of the old village chief are inspiring!

Everyone's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

The old sacrificial ritual who was dying suddenly seemed to be back to light, full of vitality.

Although there is no head and no face, the Heizi and the people of the Heilin tribe beside them all feel that the old sacrificial offering is absolutely "red and full of spirit" at this moment.

"Aohara, you guys, help me!"

The old village chief yelled, and Qingyuan and several young and middle-aged people from the Qinglin tribe walked out, and cooperated with the old village chief to play a profound seal technique.

The lid of the stone pot has been closed again.

The bull's head that Yang Shouan stretched out was also smashed in again.

"Buzzing"

The stone pot made a strange sound as if it had been activated, and rippled white light.

Next.

An ancient character began to manifest at the bottom of the stone pot.

It was very vague at first, but with the old village head Jieyin, the character became clearer, and finally everyone could see the character clearly.

"刕"

The word was as it was. As soon as it appeared, there was a hum of the void, and three law knives appeared!

The three knives were superimposed, the sharp aura was revealed, and the endless and terrifying intention to kill was spread, so that the void was silently annihilated and turned into darkness.

It can be seen to the naked eye that the void above the Qinglin tribe has turned into a dark night.

The word "刕" flew out from the bottom of the stone pot and manifested in the sky, emitting a bright light like a sacred sun.

In the light, a figure appeared vaguely.

The figure, with three stone knives on his back, is a stalwart figure, with a kind of supreme domineering power to swallow the mountains and rivers of the universe.

Even if it was just a shadow, the endless pressure and noble aura made the sky change its color.

In an instant.

The pressure is mighty.

The large forbidden formation could not be stopped, and the terrifying coercion was permeating, and the surrounding clansmen were all lying on the ground in horror, unable to stand at all.

If this coercion and aura continue to spread, it will definitely shock the entire Great Wilderness.

But at this time.

At the head of the village, lightning struck the wooden willow stump, and the green willow bud swayed slightly, glowing with greenery.

The halo filled the Qinglin tribe, blocking the coercion and breath of the void figure.

Exhibition field, in front of the stone pot.

The old village chief crawled on the ground, looking at the figure with three stone knives in the sky, crying excitedly and feverishly: "Knock to the sword ancestor, knock to the sword ancestor..."

The clansmen of other Qinglin tribes also followed.

The old sacrificial priest of the Blackscale tribe felt confused, which sword ancestor? ...

"Could it be..."

The old priest was at a loss at first, and then as if thinking of something, his whole body trembled.

Heizi asked in a low voice curiously: "Who is the ancestor of the sword?"

The old sacrifice replied: "The strongest in the Primordial Age, one of the ten masters of the ancestor Liu Changsheng, cut the Great Wilderness out of the supreme existence of Tianyuan with a single knife."

Heizi shocked.

In the void, the figure with three stone knives on his back, dimly, a pair of eyes flowing with deep sword intent.

He seems to be alive, and he seems to be dead. This state is very strange.

He levitated in the void, overlooking the vast wilderness, seeing the vicissitudes of the wilderness, and seeing the vicissitudes of the wilderness. With the changes of the years, he could not help but feel a moment of depression.

I saw the center of the Great Wilderness again. In those big tribes, the sacred willows with luxuriant branches like clouds over the sky could not help but feel sad and nostalgic.

When seeing those tribes using the willows as totems and practicing the power of totems, there was a burst of anger. The three stone knives behind them trembled lightly, with terrifying murderous intent pervading the black sky, so that there were gods and demons in the black sky. A ghost appears.

This is the ancestor of the Qinglin tribe.

One of the top ten masters who followed Liu Changsheng to fight during the Primordial Age.

The sword ancestor was angry, and the sky was endless.

At this moment.

In the center of the Great Wilderness, several ancient beings and masters suddenly opened their vicissitudes of life and scanned the sky and the ground vigilantly.

In the Qinglin tribe.

In the void, the ancestor of Dao suddenly calmed down, because in the village head of the Qinglin tribe, in the stump of the old willow tree that struck by lightning, the tender willow sprout that grew out of the halo, calmed his killing. meaning.

He was curious and looked at Liu Ya'er in the village, but for a moment, his eyes were dumbfounded, as if he had discovered some incredible truths and secrets, and an excited smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"The ancestors are immortal, and the reincarnation for a hundred generations will eventually return..."

The Dao Ancestor laughed, his heroic and majestic voice, mighty, like lightning shook the cloud, tearing through the sky, spreading throughout the entire wilderness.

In an instant, countless people in the tribe in the center of the great wilderness looked up in shock.

Before, those ancient powerhouses who sensed the inexplicable killing intent suddenly got up and glanced in all directions with dazzling eyes, hoping to find the source of this sound.

However, the sound came faster, went faster, and raged in the void, without seeing the source.

In the Great Wilderness, countless people from countless tribes were all confused and panicked.

And those tribes who believed in the human race Liu Changsheng, after hearing this huge laughter, they roared excitedly, and the shouts were shaking.

In the Qinglin tribe.

The old village chief has already burst into tears.

He squatted on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head, and shouted at the ancestor of the sword, like a cuckoo screaming blood, sincere and sincere.

Void.

Ancestor Dao finally looked back and looked at the old village chief.

I also looked at the other tribesmen on the ground who bowed down and worshipped him, scattered around, but only a few hundred in number.

"Qinglin tribe, has it fallen like this! Hey~"

The ancestor Dao sighed, the voice fell, and the old village chief and other members of the Qinglin tribe felt sad for a while.

And just now.

The Dao Ancestor in the void suddenly gave a whisper, and his majestic and deep eyes looked at Heizi who was kneeling beside the old priest.

"Hey, it's weird! It's weird! The ancestor of this little guy can't see through..."

Although Daozu's voice is very soft, everyone can still hear clearly, all of them can't help being stunned.

Ancestor Dao is actually "commenting" on Heizi? !

Heizi was also at a loss, panic, nervous, and at a loss.

Besides, the old priest stabbed Heizi three times with his finger, two times and one lightness.

This is a secret communication method between him and Heizi, which means: Kneel and lick, let’s have a chance!

Heizi suddenly came out, hurriedly crawled out like a dog, climbed to the feet of the Taoist ancestor in the void, and respectfully kowtowed: "Junior Heizi, kowtow to the ancestor Dao!"

Ancestor Dao frowned.

He likes young people with backbone, not a snob like a dog.

But this time.

Heizi spoke again:

"The younger generation grew up listening to the story of the ancestors of the swordsman. The person who I admire most in this life, the ancestor of Taoism, rank second..."

The ancestor of the sword is the impatient Sunspot. Hearing this, he was surprised and curious: "The ancestor ranks second? Who is the first?"

Heizi replied: "It's a junior master, his elder is the first person the younger generation admires most."

The ancestor Dao could not help but sigh with emotion: "I didn't expect you to be a child who respects the teacher, it's rare!"

As I spoke, I seemed to think of something, my eyes were sometimes resentful, sometimes regretful, sometimes helpless, sometimes bitter.

Others don't understand the feelings of Dao Ancestor at the moment, but the old village chief knows one or two things.

Because Renzu Liu Changsheng was defeated at that time because of the top ten masters under Renzu's command, someone betrayed Liu Changsheng.

The top ten masters were trained by the ancestor Liu Changsheng. They are disciples, but in the end, they betrayed Liu Changsheng.

This matter is recorded in the ancient manuscripts of the Great Wilderness.

The Qinglin tribe was also a big tribe back then, with a long heritage. Although many secrets have been lost, this secret has been preserved and is known to the old village chief.

In the distance.

Heizi heard the praise and recognition from the ancestor of swordsman, he was delighted, and hurriedly said: "The younger generation wants to practice the supreme swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship has declined and the true intentions have been lost. Ask the ancestors of the swordsman to give the law, and the younger generations will definitely Carry forward the Dao Dao."

This request is too shameless and very risky.

The old village chief and others couldn't help but their expressions changed.

The sword ancestor was angry, and Heizi was afraid that he would die and even the scum would not remain.

However.

The ancestor of the sword is not very human, he is bold and decisive, and his thoughts and considerations are far-reaching.

His eyes are faint, staring at the sunspot, the light of deduction and destiny flashing in his pupils.

But even so, he still couldn't see through Heizi's fate, he couldn't help being surprised.

Contemplation for a moment, and said: "Well, you and I are also destined, I will give you a way today!"

While speaking, he pointed out, and a blade of blade fell into the center of Heizi's eyebrows.

"This is "Thirteen Swords of Heavenly Swords", and I will give you today."

Heizi trembled with excitement, kowtowing his head, grateful.

Behind him, everyone else was surprised and envious.

The people of the Qinglin tribe, such as Qingyuan and others, have their envied eyes red and the jealous chickens purple.

Ancestor Dao, you are our ancestor, so why don't you give a Dharma to an outsider?

"The ancestor of sword..." The old village head kowtow, as if hesitating to say nothing.

Ancestor Dao glanced at the descendants of his Qinglin tribe, and after watching for a long time, he didn't find a aptitude against the sky, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

I think back then, in his era, the Qinglin tribe was a master like a cloud, and a monster like rain against the sky.

And today, the Qinglin tribe has fallen so far.

Seeing the lonely and pitiful expressions of his descendants, he felt a moment of softness, and two streams of light lit up, sinking into the eyebrows of the old village chief and Qingyuan, respectively, and gave them the law.

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The old village chief and Qingyuan kowtowed in excitement.

The ancestor Dao paid no attention to everyone, and turned to look at the stone pot.

To be precise, he looked at Yang Shouan in the stone pot.

"Awakening my power, is it to refine this big bison?" Dao Zu was speechless, "a big bison also needs me to refine?!"

His tone is extremely disappointed.

"The dignified king-level Tianmen's strongest, one of the ten masters under the ancestor Liu Changsheng's ancestor, was awakened to train a cow?!"

"If it's a real dragon or a phoenix, then it's fine. After all, it's an innate animal, but what is your cow?!"

"Is it an insult to the ancestor of the sword?!"

ps: There will be another chapter in a while