The back door of my house is open to floods

Next to him, the lord of Anle's wonderful eyes looked at him with a half-smile.

Lord Anle had seen this scene long ago. From the shock at the beginning, he still couldn't help being a little surprised when we saw each other again.

"This method focuses on incense, it cares about changes in spiritual power, it cares about accumulation!"

Lin Yuan's expression was flat.

Don't look at this Ziyuan Hebo who entered the Tao in one day, it is comparable to other acquired souls who practiced hard for thousands of years.

But in fact it is not the case.

This Ziyuan He Bo was originally a human sage, a human monk, and he had already accumulated a lot of merit before entering the clan hall.

This is the illusion that once ascending to the gods, it is better than other monks for hundreds of years.

In the main world, many great Confucianists who cultivated great righteousness, many of them also became gods one day, directly comparable to the existence of earth immortals.

The mysticism of Shinto is mystical, and there is no exaggeration in imagination!

Hearing this, the Lord Anle's eyes moved slightly, and he secretly thought in his heart that sure enough, this Emperor Dongyuan knows the pros and cons of the Houtian Shinto very well.

At this moment, the Lord of Anle's pretty face suddenly moved, and a little immortal aura changed in his heart, and an extremely agile dragon ball emerged, reflecting the water veins of the world as clear as blue.

At this time, the blue waves are slightly choppy!

"It's really lingering! But those guys from the Wu Clan can't find out the clues of the Holy Land of the Human Clan! At least not so fast?"

Thinking to himself, the Lord Anle turned his head and looked at Lin Yuandao.

"Your Majesty Dongyuan, I suddenly remembered that there are other important things to go, so I won't accompany Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty An Le, let's go!"

Lin Yuan glanced at the goddess with some surprise.

After Lin Yuan got off the white-scaled flying boat, a jewel appeared on the white-scaled flying boat, smashed through the sky, and disappeared in place.

"baffling?"

Lin Yuan was a little weird.

The Lord Anle clearly came for his acquired divine way, so why did he leave in such a hurry this time.

While thinking, Lin Yuan looked down and felt a little, and suddenly saw a person looking down at a huge altar in the giant city.

At this time, the crowd was rubbing shoulders.

Many figures looked at a figure who was walking towards the huge altar step by step.

This is a burly, silver-haired old man. He is tall, with a straight back, gray hair, and a rosy face, but his pallor cannot be concealed.

It is already the dying years.

The human race does not occupy a large territory in the vast prehistoric world, but practice has become popular among the human race, especially after the spread of the cultivation methods of the Taixiao Immortal Dao and the Earth Immortal lineage.

But even in a place as vast and rich as Honghuang, not every human monk can successfully form the primordial spirit and cultivate into a loose immortal.

Not to mention the immortal immortals.

And there is a kind of existence, which is more difficult to cultivate!

Lin Yuan saw the vigorous Ziqi in this silver-haired old man.

This human king stopped at the Sanxian realm, only a few years away from the end of his lifespan.

After the sacrificial ceremony was completed, the old human king smiled and glanced at the many Ziyuan human monks and gods who were newly born below with a little regret and satisfaction. With his gaze, he stepped into an ancestral temple next to him.

However, after the mortal king and the human ancestor sage died, they would step into the ancestral hall and complete the final handover here.

……

In the ancestral temple, it is not gorgeous, only solemn and solemn, surrounded by some divine patterns carved by the ancient ancestors, and equipped with ancient gods and dharma, suppressing the clan hall.

Looking at the ancestral temple, there are brilliant and bright ancestor spirit tablets.

Xuan Jing closed his eyes, recalling this life, he was born in a small tribe of human race in the eastern land, the life of that small tribe was not considered to be very good.

It is probably the same as other tribes, there is a meal, there is no next meal, and everyone relies on the small number of hunting team members who have practiced the magical skills to bring back food from the dangerous primitive mountain range behind. live.

These days are peaceful. Xuanjing's greatest fulfillment in his life is being able to guard the tribe just like those hunting team members in the tribe. At the same time, he also has a small extravagant hope. Threatened by those monsters.

But Xuan Jing always thinks that this is a luxury.

Until one day, this wish really came true, and a lot of new knowledge came from the human race outside, the way of gathering, the way of planting, the 24 solar terms... It seems that earth-shaking changes have taken place outside.

Along with the injured human cultivator who was accidentally rescued by him, he also brought a copy of Taixiao's cultivation technique.

Xuan Jing recalled that day, looking at the whole tribe, the cultivation method that only the top human elites could get in touch with, he was so happy that he almost couldn't sleep all night.

Later, everything became different. With enough excellent bones, he quickly stood out from the tribe. With that knowledge, he made the tribe stronger and stronger. Later, he forged a city and became a party member. king.

All this is like a dream.

But after becoming a human king, he found that his cultivation had slowed down. Soon after, he got the answer from the Holy Land of the human race. After becoming a human king, he inherited a part of the human emperor's dragon spirit.

Human Sovereign Dragon Qi rejects all methods.

To be able to live for 3000 years, Xuan Jing has already done his best.

Even becoming a god is very difficult, unless you subdue the human emperor Ziqi, you are qualified to become a god of the human race, but Xuan Jing knew that it was impossible with his aptitude!

It's just that Xuanjing doesn't regret it, the millions of mountains in the southern border, the numerous places of practice in the east, all kinds of mysteries that have evolved from one place to another, the names of countless places that have transformed into otherworldly places, and other human races like stars in the sky He has seen all the tribes, and he doesn't have too many regrets.

"Perhaps, in the next life, there will be a chance to rebuild the Taoist Taoism and see the scenery of the land beyond the square!"

In his mouth, Xuan Jing closed his eyes, he knew that this is impossible, only a small number of innate gods have the hope of living a second life, and human kings like them, once they fall, will be wiped out, nothing will remain.

But just at this time, the strong human emperor dragon spirit around him suddenly boiled, and light and shadows bloomed suddenly on the ancestral hall on the ancestral hall, and a figure behind him appeared in the ancestral hall out of thin air.

Chapter 256 Human Race Background: Dacheng Supreme Sacred Picture

Xuan Jing was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed instantly.The ancestral hall of the Ziyuan tribe broke into outsiders!

"Bold!"

Before the two words could be uttered, Xuanjing's complexion changed, and a magnificent change appeared in the ancestral hall.

On the ancient ancestral spirit tablet on the ancestral temple, illusory and hazy lights and shadows emerged from it.