Chapter 798: Prophets passed down from generation to generation

In the northwest corner of Shenmin City, in front of a humble mud house, there were a man, three women and four people. It was Qin Tiange and others.
"The Prophet has been waiting for a long time, please follow me!"
A little girl stood in front of the house, and when she saw Qin Tiange's people, she smiled, and then led Qin Tiange's people into the house.
Seeing this little girl, Qin Tiange's eyes flashed a fine light, and she really looked like that.
After entering the room with the little girl, Qin Tiange found that the room was very empty and faint from the outside, but he could not see his eyes, but when he entered, he knew that there was something in it.
The hut is just a cover, covering an underground passage here, and the little girl takes it into it.
After walking for about a minute, Qin Tiange and several others finally came to an empty place underground.
Surrounded by dazzling stones, all are ore, exuding a dim light.
Inside, there was a mysterious figure sitting cross-legged there, with a subtle breath and a sense of concealment.
"The Prophet, they are coming."
The little girl stepped forward two steps, saluting respectfully to the shadowy figure, a little admiration in her eyes.
The prophet was shrouded in a mist and could not see the truth, but he could vaguely see the old figure.
"It's eighty-eight thousand and eighty years old, and the aging is finally on the eve of sitting, waiting for this day"
An old and twilight voice came, which made Qin Tiange, who was here, startled, and looked at the old man in front of him.
I saw that the mist had dispersed, and one of his hair, beard, and eyebrows was gray, eight meters long, scattered around, covering his body, looking extremely terrifying.
He is a prophet. The whole person looks very old, and there is a lingering breath around him, as if it can be weathered at any time, like an aging stone.
The prophet's skin was dry and almost turned into lime, as if there was no blood in it at all, but only a pair of sunken eyes, revealing a superb wisdom light.
"You know that I'm coming?" Qin Tiange asked softly.
The old prophet slowly raised his head, his face cracked, and a little bit of mud was dripping, looking very scary.
He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Oldness is the eighty-eighth-generation human prophet. Before sitting, I can still see that my human emperor is coming, and he has no regrets."
"Eighty-eight thousand and eight hundred years, each generation of prophets can only live to this age. Today is the day of declining secularization, but suddenly it is estimated that the luck of the tribe is suddenly changed. Yun Zhi's operation cost him a hexagram to realize that it was the day when my family returned to freedom. "
The old prophet, talking, two lines of thick blood and tears flowed down from the muddy eyes, and his body gradually weathered.
"town!"
Qin Tiange frowned, and raised his hand to calm down the veteran who was about to sit down, a tribe prophet who claimed to have lived for 88,800 years.
"Our survivors of the last generation, generation after generation, are always looking forward to the arrival of the Emperor, and today they are finally realized, and the aging task is completed." The old prophet muttered to himself.
He looked at Qin Tiange and slowly worshiped, only to find out that his lower body had grown up in the rocks on the ground and became one.
This is flesh and petrification, like a fossil, how many years have he never moved?
Qin Tiange's face was calm, because he felt that the old man had no trace of strength. He was just an ordinary person, but with the old breath of years, he lived for 88,800 years.
How could an ordinary person with no strength be able to live for 88,800 years?
"Prophet, how do you know that I am the emperor?" Qin Tiange stepped forward and gently lifted the prophet.
I saw a horrible smile on the prophet, and the timid must be scared to death.
He said word by word: "My emperor, the prophets passed down from generations to generations, followed the emperor and sought luck for the emperor, sorted out siltation for the clan, blocked the diversion, calculated the ups and downs of the clan, Is the only sacrifice around the Emperor. "
"Unfortunately, aging can no longer be a sacrifice around you. It will soon be passed on, but it will pass on the light of wisdom as a prophet."
Then, the old man looked at the little girl aside, Qin Tiange looked down and asked, "Prophet, do you want to pass on to her?"
"Can't we continue the prophet's birthday?" Qin Tiange asked with a frown.
That little girl, too young, how to take on the responsibility of a human prophet? But the old prophet was not worried at all, but smiled: "Person, how old are you this year?"
Hearing this, Qin Tiange was surprised and instinctively sensed with the force of time, swiping past the little girl who had been sitting quietly kneeling beside him, and suddenly felt a piece of Shou Yuan's information.
"Eighty-eight years?" Qin Tiange was startled. He hadn't noticed before, and thought he was a eleven-year-old little girl. Now she suddenly realized that she was eighty-eight years old.
Yes, the little girl lived for 88 years and followed the prophets of the previous generation. For 88 years, her appearance was only kept at the age of twelve, which was strange.
"How can the emperor see?" The old prophet was shocked, stared at Qin Tiange with a pair of eyes of wisdom, and suddenly burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, I can't see it, it can't be counted, my emperor is my family's great fortune," the old prophet laughed and looked very excited.
This makes Li Luo, You Ji, and Fei Rou look at each other, but it ’s unknown why they all feel too mysterious.
How terrible is an ordinary person who has no strength but has lived for 88,800 years?
Think about it. Generally speaking, among the hundreds of stars in the sky, a person who does not cultivate and has no strength can live up to a thousand years.
You can only grow Shouyuan unless you practice and break your life, but this human prophet has been an ordinary human body and has lived for more than 80,000 years.
"My emperor will have to worry about it. The prophets of all human races have been cursed by God and cannot be cultivated in their lives, because the wisdom of the prophets is the only one among the stars who can help their families to sort out their ethnic movements."
According to the words of the old prophet, Qin Tiange frowned. He could not believe any curse, and any destiny could be broken.
"My queen, we ca n’t inherit it. The power of our prophets, no names, no one's life is to dedicate ourselves to this tribe, to the emperor."
"Wait!" Qin Tiange saw something wrong, immediately organized, frowned, "You want to pass on to her before sitting, but why did you lead me to come?"
"My lord, time is running out, it will be too late to pass on the power of this prophet's wisdom." The old prophet's face shuddered and his skin peeled off like sandstone powder.
Seeing this, Qin Tiange's eyes were frozen, and he raised his hand and pressed it against the old prophet's old head, and a mysterious force poured out.
"Back in time!"
With a low drink, accompanied by a mighty flow of time, the old breath of the old prophet's body turned back.
Time and space are reversed. This is to reverse life and death and return to old age. Qin Tiange doesn't want this tribe prophet to fall down like this.
There is such an old man beside him, it is a treasure, and naturally cannot let him die so easily.
However, things are often not as simple as thought. The old prophet smiled comfortably. Although the petrified skin on his face became normal, he was still sitting.
"My lord, don't waste your strength, my, my wish is over, and let the next generation of prophets assist him, sacrificing to all the peoples of the heavens and tribes."
Talking about it, the old prophet turned into body light and gradually feathered, as if he couldn't keep the breath of Shouyuan belonging to the prophet.
Seeing this, Qin Tiange froze, withdrew his hand and remained silent, watching the old prophet sit in front of him and become powerless.
Although he turned the time and space, and wanted the old prophet to return to his old age, he still couldn't do it. There was a mysterious force to stop him.
An ordinary person can live that long because he is too evil, and even heaven and earth have tabooed that kind of wisdom. Perhaps this is the sadness of the prophets of the human race.
"Can't it really be changed?" Qin Tiange looked at the old prophet who disappeared, leaving only a bright light.
That is the light of wisdom, a unique inheritance accumulated by the prophets of all ages. Only the next designated prophet can take it, otherwise no one can gain this power.
"grandfather"
With a sorrowful cry, the little girl looked at the old prophet who was sitting and passed out.
Wow!
Sure enough, the light of wisdom flew into the side of the little girl kneeling and crying, as if a supremely intelligent brain was integrated into it.
Gradually, the little girl bloomed a strong light, which was a kind of wisdom.
"The inheritance of wisdom is to be jealous of the sky."
Li Luo murmured to himself ~ EbookFREE.me ~ came to Qin Tiange and said softly: "In the past, I have seen the first generation of human tribe prophets, and buried a huge tribe of 36 people Only then can the family movement of the clan soar from the end of the day. "
"The prophets have such an ability. It is the existence that makes hundreds and even tens of people taboo and hate. Once there is an opportunity, all the races in the universe will try their best to kill the human prophets at any cost." Caution.
What she meant was that the prophet was a human being and dedicated his life to the emperor, and the emperor needed to protect the life of the prophet until the end of his life, which is 88,800 years, and then pass on to the next generation.
At this time, the little girl's body retreated, and the appearance of the twelve-year-old suddenly changed, and gradually grew into a mature and beautiful woman.
Originally a black hair, suddenly became white, her eyebrow faintly revealed a crystal of wisdom, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a kind of wisdom looking through the world.
"Eighth-ninth-generation prophet, meet my lord!"
The woman knelt down slowly, and solemnly performed the gift of an ancient monarch, solemn and solemn, with a trace of grief remaining on Qiao's face.