Chapter 382: The truth of that year? (6 * 1000 +)

The red light spread along the light gray sky, and the whole sky was like a piece of paper, which was gradually eroded by flames.
The guardians of Wanxiu League all stood up, looked up, and looked at the vision in the sky.
"So spectacular, the sky seems to be burning."
The big red-haired girl's bright pupils reflected the burning red light, like a fire jumping in her eyes.
The light in the sky became more and more fierce, and gradually, they could no longer look directly into the sky. Head down, strong light stimulated secretion of lacrimal glands.
Extreme light often means extreme heat, and the temperature starts to soar, and the mist floating in the air evaporates for the first time, followed by the hot summer heat.
Suddenly, from the late autumn with wetness, directly into the midsummer fire.
"Boom!"
The people who did not dare to look directly into the sky heard a loud explosion, squinted their eyes, raised their heads, and protected their eyes with an air machine. They saw the red light spreading in the sky like ripples when stones were thrown into the water.
Something is coming out ...
The idea came up, and the next moment, in the center of the ripples, something came out.
I can't see what it is, I only know that it is the tip of a giant iceberg, which is bronze.
It slowly protruded from the center of the ripples. After a while, the overall structure appeared in front of everyone. It was a huge palace ...
With the emergence of the palace, the crimson ripples calmed down, and it hovered quietly in the distant horizon, like a Genting Temple.
"Pantheon ..." murmured right protector.
It was the first time they saw the palace, but not the first time. The moment they saw it, the towering shrine in the mural could not help but pop up, and automatically entered the seat.
"My God, that's the real Pantheon." Nonsense dazzled.
Excitement and ecstasy shrouded everyone's hearts. They didn't know what was in the Pantheon, and were simply excited by its appearance.
"Stay here and wait for me." The emperor said, rising from the wind, rushing to the temple of the distant sky.
"Imperial, I'll take you ..." The eagle protector shouted.
At first glance, the Pantheon is at the top of the head. Actually, it is caused by visual errors. Its true position does not know how high it is. The half-step pole can be used for short-term air defense, but it cannot fly like a bird.
As soon as the carving method was finished, staring at the sky suddenly, the emperor disappeared .....
The guardians looked at each other, "What to do, keep up?"
"But the emperor let us wait for her here."
"That's the Pantheon. Don't go and see you willingly?"
After the discussion, the sane nonsense decided not to go, and other protection laws said they would go and see. Then look at the carving protection law together.
The carving method reluctantly rolled on the spot, and Qingyue's cry sounded, turning into a giant sculpture with wings spreading eight meters, with pure golden eyes squinting.
The guardians jumped onto the bird's back, and "戾 ~" in a cry that rang through the clouds, the giant sculpture flew up and rushed towards the Pantheon.
Looking at the big eagle that gradually turned into a black dot, Hu Yan sighed, sat cross-floor, and scratched his head: "It's all a bunch of fake goods with no brains. The whole Wanxiu League is just an IQ, so tired."
I'm under pressure that I shouldn't have at this age.
Compared with Baoze, Wanxiumeng is like the muddy legs that just dropped their and carried the gun. Wherever the emperor points, they will "rush" and "kill" where they are heading. There is force in the air and a lack of various talents.
The vast congregation is even more so, most of them are blood sires who have just awakened, and a few are humans. Humans are the most complex animals. They suddenly get powers, and their minds are inflated, which is very difficult to control.
If the humans who are willing to work hard are okay, if the keyboard man ... kills them.
The construction of Wanxiu League has a long way to go. Hu Yan is full of happiness while scolding his mother, and his mood is very complicated.
Throughout history, forces like Wanxiumeng can't escape the short-lived ending, which has no future, but the most special thing about Wanxiumeng is that its leader is "the emperor", a peak of half a step, within five years Super master who can step into the extreme.
As long as there is a master expert sitting in town, then everything is not a problem, there will be talents, and there will be money. The prospect of Wanxiu League is very broad. He could suggest a paradise paradise free from human oppression.
It is not delusional, Baoze will agree, just as they agreed to the establishment of the Northeast Monster League. Because the heterogeneous will never disappear, and the difference with human values, they will inevitably cause friction and conflict with human society.
If there is a strong heterogeneous organization that can manage these heterogeneous bloodlines, it is a happy thing for Baoze, of course, provided that Wanxiu League will not subvert the order.
In the sky, Diao Huo Fa flies hard toward the Pantheon. She has already reached an altitude of 20,000 meters, but the Pantheon is still in the foreseeable future, far from the sky, and out of reach.
"Fly high, fly high again." The big eagle sister stomped her feet and urged loudly. Her voice was shattered by the wind as soon as she spoke.
"Go back, we can't fly to the Pantheon." Glyph said helplessly.
"You won't be able to fly," Niu Hufa questioned.
The limit of the ordinary bird's flying height is 11,000 meters. The record was created by African black and white vultures. As a top S-class, the limit is the stratosphere.
The carving method returned to the bronze building, and a dry protection method jumped off her back.
"The emperor doesn't seem to fly so high."
"Under what circumstances, can we not enter the Pantheon?"
"So there is a reason why Emperor let us stay here."
The guardians sighed.
Huang certainly couldn't fly so high, she only flew for a while and then disappeared into view. And when they flew more than 10,000 meters, the Pantheon is still far away. It can be seen that there are conditions for entering the Pantheon, although it is not known what the conditions are.
"Then waiting for Emperor?"
"It can only be this way."
...
Dou Shen squatted on the ground and examined a dried body carefully. It took a long time to recognize it. It was the body of Shen Tujun's future owner, Shen Tujunyan.
"The wounds on them are different, but they all have a characteristic. They have been drained of blood and air, so they appear like a dead body after death." The black who was also examining the body made a judgment.
"This is different from the corpses we encountered before, although at first glance they are dry corpses." Bai Shen frowned and turned to look around.
In addition to the three of them, there are the of food and the of apes. In the other S-classes, Lei Di stayed to sit in the camp and take care of the vulcan god. The rest of the S-Class dispatched, hunting down their targets.
After two days and one night of hunting, the five S-Classes got together. It was originally intended to meet each other, exchange hunting lists with each other, and then work separately.
But the of food found a piece of bad information. In addition to them, there seems to be a blood hunting force in the Pantheon. The means were cruel, the dead body was exhausted, and there was no phenomenon of spiritual cohesion at the scene. It was suspected that the Yuanshen was taken away.
You know, the soul will slowly dissipate after death. It takes about seven days for ordinary people, and the blood will dissipate for a month or even a few months. Among them, the spiritual body of the yin and spiritual awakening person of Daomen will live longer.
Therefore, when killing opponents, the blood races will often distract the other god, preventing him from becoming a grudge. But even then, the spirit's breath will remain for several days.
But around the corpse found by the of food, there was no breath before the spirit dissipated.
Out of caution, the five gods did not disperse, but gathered together.
"It's not the same force. This time, the guy sucked the air and blood, but just shook up the primordial of the deceased. It's the opposite of what I encountered before." Shinto.
The ape raised a corpse, observed it for a long time, and uttered a "snap".
"What did you find?" The white looked at him.
"....." Ape God looked strange: "Li Xianyu dried it."
"!!!!!!"
The four looked at him in shock.
The monkey nodded: "Yes, that's him. Drying blood and air is the talent of his left-handed evil creature. In the valley fighting for the relics of the demon path, I have seen him perform. My memory is fresh."
Well, the memory is still fresh. It was the first time he overturned the car and was affected by the physical constitution. He almost died there.
"He is actively hunting bloodlines." Baishendao: "After knowing our secret mission of hunting bloodlines, he let himself go. The indiscriminate killings of all major forces. These people are definitely not the only victims."
This kid is a bit cruel.
The monkey shook his head and sighed: "He is not a pure heart. For him, the Pantheon was an excellent opportunity. At that time, Li Wuxiang was the enemy of the world, so he didn't need to know who the enemy was. It ’s just good. In fact, the enemy is indeed found. Because there are too many, the major forces resort to his father's force to some extent. "
"It doesn't matter. When you die, you die." The shark shrugged and fiddled with the dead body: "Alas, cruel, leaving only a dead body without any essence."
How else does this make me eat?
These shrimp soldiers will die when they die. It is impossible to kill innocent people, because Baoze's goal is to eliminate the stubborn forces of major families, so the shrimp soldier crabs attached to these forces are also enemies.
They are like soldiers. Soldiers are innocent.
"It's good for us to have the kid and unknown forces to clear the blood. But we are also the target of hunting by each other." Ape God frowned. "Which power do you think it did."
"The Daofo Association can directly rule out that among the seven surnames, the Shen family, the Zhao family, the Wang family and the Xu family are not currently encountered. Those casual organizations have suffered heavy casualties and encountered several groups of corpses. They should not be them. Force, I focus on doubting the Sakurai family and Murray family. "Dou Shen analyzed.
He usually doesn't talk much. Only when discussing the business, can he say so much in one breath.
"But neither the Sakurai family nor the Murray family seems to have the ability to ingest human beings." As the top S-level of the spiritual awakening people, the black undoubtedly has the right to speak. This kind of ability. On the contrary, some special spells of Daomen and Buddhism can do it. "
"Do you want to say that even the people of the Dao Buddha Association died together?" Dou Shen squinted.
"What's wrong, the Taoist Buddha Association should be rehabilitated," said the of food.
"No." The ape god, who has deep roots in Taoism and Buddhism, vetoed: "The king did not let us move to the Taoist Buddha Association."
"We will have nothing to do with our lives outside, we have the power to adapt to it." Heizhenzhenzhen said: "In these years, the Taoist Buddha Association has also fallen. See how many monks and priests who come to the Pantheon this time? If you have treasures, you will be impressed. Howling, when it comes to law enforcement, we compromise with major families and then compromise. We can do things that are not convenient for the Buddha head. "
"Although our mission is to" kill all bloodlines, "if we really do this, there will be no difference from cults." The fighting said lightly.
They are divided.
The God of Food thought for a while, "Otherwise, go back to gather all the S-Classes, and everyone will vote."
Baoze Ten Deities have the same status and power. Rarely do they get together, and once there is a disagreement, no one can vote.
At this moment, a glimmer of light lit up in the sky, and the glimmer quickly spread, burning red to the sky. Immediately afterwards, the sound of a thunderous explosion came from the sky, like a thunderous thunder. In the ripples of light, a towering magical power suspended in the sky.
"That's ... Pantheon?"
"What is the true Pantheon?"
"In that direction, check it out ..."
...
"Fresco, is that of my dad entering the Pantheon. Didn't you see it?" Li Xianyu explained: "In addition to the ancient demon seal sealed at the bottom of the pond, there will be another type of mural, painted to enter The people of the Pantheon took away the ancient monsters. "
He entered the Pantheon at that time, and told Seri that the slime had been carved into a mural.
"You didn't find such important information? Aren't you?" Li Xianyu stared.
Ji Xie saw that he didn't look well, snorted, and said unpleasantly, "I have seen it carefully, but I have never seen the kind of mural you described."
"Monks don't slang."
"None is not, even if I ignore it, is it invisible to everyone?"
"..."
Li Xianyu sat idly, with a dull expression.
"Is he all right?" Ji Se looked at Huayang.
Huayang shook his head: "He's thinking, don't bother."
Having been together for so long, she knew enough about Li Xianyu. There were only two cases of such an aggressive expression: he fell into deep thinking; he fell into deep collapse.
For example, the grandmother spent all his bank card balance overnight, and that would be the second case.
Why are there no murals?
Is it because you are out of inspiration and in the wrong state, so lazy to paint?
First of all, it can be confirmed that the painter has the habit of recording events by means of portrayal. The best evidence is that there are murals on the bottom of the seal Slime pool and the bottom of the seal awakening meat block.
In human civilization, murals are an art and an aesthetic.
But if you trace back to a more distant primitive society, murals are actually a way of memorizing. Because there is no text, murals replace text.
Li Xianyu has reason to believe that the reason for the soul-painter's hand-painting was to record the event, not to simply paint with interest.
Then, since it painted the mural of the demon Tao entering the Pantheon, it should never ignore the birth of the father who entered the Pantheon.
The question came, what made it stop painting.
There are nothing more than several situations: First, it feels that Li Wuxiang is not as important as the demon, and disdains records. Second, when Li Wuxiang entered the Pantheon, he recorded going out and not at home. Third, it left with Li Wuxiang.
The first conjecture was ruled out first. Although Yaodao is the master of the extreme peaks, when he entered the Pantheon, he was still a plain Taoist. The biological father was half a step back then.
The second article is also unrealistic. The Pantheon has been closed for so many years, and it is opened regularly. Once closed, it cannot go out.
Then only the last possible! !!
The unknown existence is likely to leave the Pantheon with the biological father.
Li Xianyu shuddered slowly and was scared by his own guess.
A long-standing existence in the Pantheon records what happened in the Pantheon for countless years. Who is it? The caretaker of the Pantheon, or one of the eight ancient demon?
"His ~" Li Xianyu took a breath.
"What did you think of?" Huayang asked.
Li Xianyu told her her speculation. After listening, Hua Yang was silent.
"You mean, your father brought out from the Pantheon that year, not just the flesh of evolution." For a long time, Hua Yang whispered.
"Not necessarily brought by him, but followed him." Li Xianyu sank.
"Bringing out" and "following him" have two very different meanings, and the results are different.
Ji Se thought for a while, thought it out, and shivered, "Your dad's death is related to that thing?"
Li Xianyu was pleased to see that IQ was finally online, although it was not the time to be comforted.
"It was analyzed before that it was just a puppet of many forces in the blood community. It was impossible for my dad to ask for death. My grandmother was extremely apostolic, and with your master and Buddha head, the two apostles stood behind him. The head of the Buddha is not easy to teach the people of the Taoist Association, but it is extremely difficult to protect someone, is it difficult? "
Jidao is also dignified, no one dares to rush a master of Jidao.
"And my dad was already half-step, and according to my grandma, his practice of strengthening abilities has reached a very high level, strengthening a realm. That should be the best in the half-step, which is no better than Baoze. The big boss is bad. Ask him if he doesn't want to die, who can force him to die.
"But he chose to end his life and not let his grandmother and Buddha head in, what do you think is going on."
"Unless it is my master and your grandmother who are in trouble," Ji Se answered.
"Clever." Li Xianyu snapped his fingers and wanted to knock him with a big bald head ...
"If it's something in the Pantheon, quietly following my dad out and getting entangled with him, wouldn't it make sense?"
Ji Se and Hua Yang were pondering and had no words.
The existence of both poles is uncertain, and it sounds awkward, but if the other party comes from the Pantheon, it seems reasonable.
Grandma and Grandma are not the unparalleled war spirits in the peak state, and the head of the Buddha is just an ordinary pole. They are not almighty. And the mysterious existence from the Pantheon ... It's not easy to define what it is now, but it's absolutely unusual.
"So my dad was forced to helplessly, and he had no choice but to die." Li Xianyu was emotional and felt like he had unlocked the secret twenty years ago.
"Is it winning?" Hua Yang whispered softly.
She looked sad and sad, guessing the real reason for Li Wuxiang's death.
"I don't know ..." Li Xianyu shook his head.
The ancient demon widows have characteristics similar to snatching houses. Once they are entangled, they look like dog skin plaster, and the demon road is the best example.
However, according to the threat shown by Slime, although it is troublesome, it is not enough to threaten him. From this, it is inferred that the biological father should not be afraid of losing the house. It is not necessarily. Slime is incomplete. It was in its heyday. , But even the demon road is helpless.
"No, the ancient monsters left by your father from the Pantheon have not fallen into the hands of the Emperor of the Monsters."
Oops, you little wit ... Li Xianyu moved in his heart: "The one who followed my dad was the creator of the mural, not the ancient demon who was sealed at the bottom of the pool. What is difficult to say, maybe it is also an ancient The demon's degeneration is because of two ancient demon's degeneration, so my dad had no choice but to die to fight against the house. "
This speculation is quite reliable, and the color is slightly nodded, his eyes suddenly light up: "One of the ancient demon relics was obtained by the emperor of Wan Yao League, so what about the rest?"
Hua Yang subconsciously looked at Li Xianyu, and her jealous eyes were synchronized with her. The handsome monk exclaimed: "In this way, your strange self-healing ability will be explained clearly."
The eyes of Li Xianyu and Huayang also lit up.
Two ancient demon widows, one in the hands of the emperor of Wan Yaomeng and one in the hands of Li Xianyu.
The doubts that had troubled Li Xianyu for a long time were finally resolved.
"It's close to the truth, but we haven't figured out a lot of things." Huayang reminded: "Your dad can only get rid of them in an end-of-life way. If you and the emperor each take over the relics of phaselessness, How did you become immune to the ancient monster's legacy? "
If there is no reasonable explanation for this question, there will be a logical error in the guess just now.
Ji Su suddenly said quietly: "Maybe you are the one Brother Wuxiang brought from the Pantheon."
"Get out of here, how is it possible." Li Xianyu was not good at air.
With such a big brain hole, it's a pity not to write a novel.
"You've never seen a right mother, right," Ji Sezhen said. "A mother ~ EbookFREE.me ~ just gave birth to a child, but she didn't raise it herself, but was taken away by her husband to give birth to her brother. Don't think so Strange? "
"Maybe your biological mother doesn't exist at all, and you are not the son of Brother Wuxiang. The true family of Li actually lives in a place where no one knows."
"Shen Jingbing, how do you explain the relationship between grandma and me? Not Li's blood, wake her up? Not Li's blood, can provide her energy?" Li Xianyu sniffed.
"And my grandmother also said that my biological mother was just an ordinary human being, and it was not normal for her to remarry when her husband died at a young age. Is it true to keep me alive?"
"At this time, my dad offered to take care of me, she must be happy."
"So too." Ji Se nodded.
He was completely open-minded, and what he said spit out was very happy. But bitter Li Xianyu, this is all over his head. Fall into deep tangles and reflections.
Although he firmly believes in his own life experience, his active thinking and suspicious personality always make him unable to think about it.