Chapter 1378: Taboo Array

"Old Yi, have you heard of Haihuang?" Liu Lang couldn't help but communicate with Yi Xingchen.
"No." Yi Xingchen replied very simply: "The soul race moved to the Three Realms hundreds of thousands of years ago. At that time, the Three Realms were in chaos, and the Human Race and the Demon Race were fighting every day. If there is such an existence as the Sea Emperor, I definitely can't fight."
"Yes." Liu Lang nodded slightly. The white-shirted man said that a million years ago, the Three Realms Continent had not been broken into countless small worlds. The land did not even appear, and there was water everywhere. What happened at that time, I am afraid they are all lost in the long river of time.
Compared to Liu Lang's calmness, Li's chin fell to the ground on the side.
The horseshoe crab's past is too brilliant, even the strongest race to rule the world. Looking at it now, it has been reduced to one of the weakest races in the four seas. If this is known to the ancestors of the horseshoe crabs, the coffin board will probably be unable to hold it down.
As the prince of the horseshoe crab clan, Li was full of guilt.
But what was afraid of, the white-shirted man asked softly: "How is the situation of the horseshoe crabs now?"
"What's the situation now?" Li was dumbfounded. If the ancestor of the horseshoe crab knew that the current horseshoe crab had already reached the point where anyone could step on it, he might slap him to death.
"The situation of the horseshoe crabs is pretty good." At this moment, Liu Lang was standing next to him. "Although it is not as good as your time, but it also has its own fief. There are not many people in the tribe, but they also live and work in peace. In the age, we emphasized win-win cooperation, and there is not so much fighting and killing. Everyone lives in a carefree life."
"Benefactor!"
Listening to Liu Lang's serious talk, Li almost burst into tears. No wonder someone was a mortal who was able to get up and down in the heavens. Not only was he wealthy, he also held various high-end celestial instruments. Just this ability to adapt to changes, he just shook his head. He is thousands of miles away.
"The age of peace..." The white-shirted man chewed on these four words, a little moved, and then scanned the surrounding millions of corpses, muttering to himself: "It seems that our sacrifice was not in vain."
Although he didn't know anything about the man in white shirt, Liu Lang had vaguely guessed from the situation before him and the words of the man in white shirt.
In order to confirm his guess, Liu Lang hesitated for a moment, mustered up the courage, and asked: "Senior, this sea area often erupts in space storms. I dare to ask if it is related to the altar under your feet?"
"You junior, you have a general cultivation level, and you know a lot." The white-shirted man looked at Liu Lang with a smile on his face, and then sighed, "No one has been here for millions of years. History, I am afraid, has long been forgotten. This is unfair to the dead. Now that you ask, I will talk about it carefully."
Liu Lang and Li immediately pricked their ears.
Millions of years ago, this is something that you can't usually hear, and from the tone of the white shirt man, you can hear that the following narration will definitely solve the mystery of the buried place.
"Our world was born hundreds of millions of years ago. In the hundreds of millions of years, life has been born continuously, and life has continued to die away, passing through one era after another..."
The man in white shirt has a low voice. Following his narration, Liu Lang and Li have a new understanding of this world.
The so-called era, in fact, is every time the Three Realms Continent prospered and decayed. This is an unavoidable thing. Even the white-shirted man can’t say clearly what the Three Realms Continent looked like before the Sea Emperor. , Because, just like people today, they don’t understand their era, and they don’t understand the previous era.
Every epoch ends with the disasters that swept across the continent. The high-level cultivators lost their lives, the old races were destroyed, new races were born, and then a little bit of evolution, becoming stronger, and opening a new era.
The white-shirted man was unfortunate. He was born at the end of the last era. A group of powerful men from outside the territory opened up the passage from outside the territory to the Three Realms, preparing to turn the creatures of the Three Realms into their slaves.
As the sea king’s white-shirted man, he had to use the long-inherited taboo formation method of the Limulus tribe. He used the sacred artifacts as an array to sacrifice millions of fairyland practitioners, completely strangling the invaders outside the territory and sealing the outside territory. The passage to the Three Realms.
The man in the white shirt spoke very plainly.
However, looking at the millions of corpses around him, Liu Lang seemed to have returned to millions of years ago. Millions of fairyland cultivators, many of whom were strong in Heaven, sacrificed themselves and died generously in order to change the Three Realms for freedom.
Even if you are not immersive, just think about it, you can experience the tragedy and tragic.
If it weren't for these people, the Three Realms Continent would be another scene now, human races, monster races, and they wouldn't even appear, let alone the war between the two races and the establishment of heaven.
However, today, no one knows them.
"Senior, you..." After listening, Li Mo was speechless, but Liu Lang stopped talking.
"You want to ask, what am I still alive, right?" The white-shirted man seemed to be able to understand people's minds, and he guessed what Liu Lang was thinking in his heart.
"Yes." Liu Lang nodded.
"Actually, I was already dead. I died the moment the Taboo Array was opened. Others sacrificed the Array, and I, the sacrifice was the Eye. To ensure the normal operation of the Taboo Array, I gave up my body and soul, and merged with the sacred vessel into one, becoming the spirit of the sacred vessel!" The white-shirted man said with a flat tone, looking at the altar under his feet.
"Sacred Artifact Spirit?"
Liu Lang banged his head. At this time, he realized that the real eye could not see through the white-shirted man, not because the white-shirted man’s cultivation reached the holy master state, but because the white-shirted man was no longer a man. Normal living body.
As a smart white shirt man, he has exceeded the scope of the real eye.
"But even the spirit of the sacred instrument cannot be immortal. I have guarded here for millions of years. It is time to leave. I am very pleased to see you at the last moment."
After the white shirt man told everything about the past, he seemed relaxed.
"More than one million years have passed, and the passage under the altar has been completely sealed under the influence of the power of the world, and the sacred artifacts representing the glory of the horseshoe crabs should be seen again."
The white-shirted man looked at Liu Lang and said, "Actually, you are more clever than Li. If you can choose, I would like to give you this sacred artifact. However, this sacred artifact is the ancestor of the horseshoe crab. Only people with the strongest bloodline of the Limulus tribe can refining them with body sacrificial vessels. So..."
The white shirt man’s gaze shifted to Li, "So, you are its new owner!"
(End of this chapter)