Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1701 We were wrong! (seeking subscription)
Outside the col.

Several saints were startled for a moment, and then showed mournful expressions.

Gu Shen buried himself in a mountain-like spring of blood, and set up a tomb without a monument for himself in a corner of the Yuan Valley. Even when he fell, he never thought of bothering others.

In the purple bamboo forest.

At the moment when Gu Shen's laughter sounded, in the open space in front of the cellar, Emperor Minglun slapped the seal of the stone pot in his hand, and the blood spring of thousands of years was bubbling down, more crystal clear than blood diamonds, every drop was like It is the teardrops that have been dusty for thousands of years, not stained with dust.

Su Qinian also poured the spring of blood in his hand slowly in front of his body. Gushen left, without nostalgia for the world. In the mountain-like spring of blood, he contentedly let go of all the fetters, and buried his bones in the Yuan planted by himself. In the valley, sleep forever in the fragrance of the valley.

This kind of free and easy and perseverance is admirable, but neither Emperor Minglun nor Su Qinian said anything at this moment.

Su Qinian couldn't help but think back to his trip to the ancient times. In the barren road, there were unguarded continuous tombs. There were so many sages of the human race, and even the corpses were not left. Some tombstones were blank, because the people buried here , only some armor fragments were left, and no one even knew who the owner was.

There are also those sages and strong men who have not bent down the backbone of the human race even if they are in the dark prison, tormented day and night, they ignite their remnants and burn themselves, just to illuminate their way forward and block the pursuit of soldiers.

Back in this vast starry sky, there are also clouds and empty spaces. All the saints fought with their souls, just to open up a way out for him. Up to now, the old figure of the floating sage is still deeply engraved in the depths of Su Qinian's mind. Everything will be an unforgettable memory in his life.

Regardless of whether the world is full of mortals, people's hearts are treacherous, selfish, or even traitors and collaborators, who are repeatedly banned, as long as there are human sages such as Gu Shen, the fire of the human race will not be extinguished, and the immortal fighting spirit will never be extinguished. It will be passed down from generation to generation, never to be worn down, never to be destroyed.

In front of Yuangudi, outside the col.

The patriarch Jiang Yan came slowly, as well as the kings of the Shennong Valley, and the Jiang family members who kept coming from all over the Shennong Mountain.

Everyone's footsteps were heavy, but they landed lightly, for fear of disturbing the figure in Yuangu, the barren mountains, and the starry sky of the universe, who had been sleeping for a lifetime.

The moon is like a cover, spread on the mountain-like blood spring, the golden Yuangu sways gently in the night wind, and the fragrance of the valley is far away, spreading to the mouths and noses of every Jiang family and Ji family members including King Yan. When Yuangu was ripe, the God of Gu passed away forever in the fragrance of the valley that pervaded the entire Shennong Mountain, and buried himself in the mellow and fragrant thousand-year-old blood spring.

Although it was expected, the head of the Jiang family in a green silk robe, a generation of kings, was still a little lost. After more than [-] years, he was a generation longer than Gushen, and he had lived for more than [-] years. , compared to Gushen, those of his generation who are still alive are even rarer.

This is the path of practice, the path of life evolution, not only the cycle of the sun and the moon, the vicissitudes of life, but also the unspeakable loneliness.

Therefore, with the deepening of cultivation and the transition of life levels, many people gradually lose themselves after a long period of time. They are alone, lonely and cold, standing above the world of mortals. On top of the peak, overlooking all living beings.

But Gushen is different, he is like an ordinary person, and he is closer to the land under his feet than those wandering tribesmen. The most intense, but the fresh breath of the soil.

He is willing to be ordinary, does not appear holy in front of others, eats and sleeps in the open, and often lives like a homeless ranger wandering the stars.

For the God of Valley, the most sacred thing is probably to sow handfuls of seeds of Jigu with his own hands, watching them take root, germinate, and bear the fullest fruit on the land of the human race, even if it is a difficult tribe. , No matter how old and unable to hunt, the old man can still be full of energy every day, with a plump body and a rosy face.

At this moment, the Yuangu field was very quiet.

Neither the patriarch Jiang Yan nor the kings and clansmen of the two families behind him took a step into the mountain depression. They did not want to disturb that person's eternal sleep. Fallen leaves return to their roots. I built the cave with my own hands, and buried myself with thousands of years of memories.

"We were wrong." At this moment, Yan Wang, who was dressed in a green silk robe, shook his head with a wry smile, and murmured, "It's really wrong."

They shouldn't release blue birds to ask for help from the supreme inheritance. This is not curing the poison of Gushen, but killing his Dao heart and destroying his perseverance for thousands of years, but Gushen is using his whole body to practice To wake them up, as a family of emperors, they cannot lie on top of monuments. What they say and do is not for the admiration of the world and worship from all directions. What they guard is the land under their feet. , the fate of the inherited battle blood.

Giving is not for repayment, and merit is not for seeking. Perhaps in Gu Shen's mind, he has never had these complicated thoughts.

This is a rare, pure person in the world.

Only in this way can we comprehend the Shennong Baicao Jing, which has inherited the will of Shennong in the past dynasties, to a state that surpasses the current Shennong.

At this moment, outside Shennong Mountain.

With the end of the Dan Tribulation of the Emperor Dao, the strong men from all sides of the human world who gathered outside Shennong Mountain suddenly looked up at the sky suspiciously. The moonlight tonight was especially cold and bright. At the same time, the dark clouds gathered in the sky that day It got thicker and thicker, and they felt an extremely depressing atmosphere.

It is not the oppression of power, but a rhythm that makes their fighting souls throb, as if something is about to disappear, there is an indescribable invisible heaviness that lingers in their hearts.

"wrong!"

An elder saint stood up abruptly, his eyes focused. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a familiar yet unfamiliar scene. Familiar because you have seen it before, and strange because it is not common, but whether it is a bone book or a human race history In the countless records on the Internet, there are descriptions that cannot be avoided.

After only a few breaths, the continuous dark clouds were stained with a layer of bright red, and the bright moon, which was like a disk, was also reflected in bright red.

"This is……"

At this moment, many strong men from all sides of the human world have not noticed any abnormalities. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a good omen, but more like the legendary vision of the divine fall.And the place where the blood cloud accumulates and is the thickest is in Shennong Mountain.

"impossible!"

Some people lost their voices and couldn't believe the scene before them. There would be no such a coincidence in this world, but didn't they become the emperor's great pill?Could it be that even such a supreme imperial elixir can't suppress the great poison of herbs in Gushen's body?They don't expect to prolong their lives, even if Gu Shen lives for a few hundred more years and dies, they will be satisfied.

Until the next moment, in Shennong Mountain, a majestic figure in a green silk robe led hundreds of people behind him out, stood still in front of Shennong Mountain, and then moved forward to the mountains and plains, all the strong human races in the wilderness bowed deeply One week deep.

The Emperor Jiang's family was wrong!
This is the current patriarch of the Jiang family, a generation of Yan Wang, a supreme powerhouse who is famous under the starry sky, not only that, but behind him, there are more than a dozen majestic figures, who are nearly two of the Jiang family and the Ji family. Ten supreme beings, many of whom are perfect kings, all gathered here at this moment, bowing to everyone and pleading guilty.

This scene shocked everyone in the wilderness. In their memory, they had never seen so many supreme powerhouses gathered at once, not to mention, all the supreme beings saluted them and pleaded guilty. The myth is even more legendary, and it is extremely unimaginable. Even in the long history of the human race, there is no such record about the Emperor's family.

However, immediately, they got the news that they expected but could not accept.

Gu Shen, long passed away!

I don't want people in the world to suffer for it, I don't want to lie on the monument, and I don't want to set this precedent so that later generations will follow suit.

Gu Shen stuck to his Dao heart and buried himself with his own hands. His old man walked away peacefully.

"What a stubborn old man..."

In the wilderness, a few white-haired old saints laughed and cursed. With the support of the descendants of the clan, they stood up tremblingly in the chariot, cursing and cursing, tears streaming down their faces. (Please subscribe, thank you for your subscription and reward!)
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