Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 817 Calm and Cruel

Ouyang Fugui gritted his teeth and looked at the slowly opened bronze door, his stomach was about to explode, and he pinched Fatty Jin's arm with both hands, making the unlucky Fatty Jin almost cry.

"MMP, is my young master's face so dark?"

He thought he was of the European Emperor's blood, but in the end he was treated like an African native. Young Master Ouyang only felt his fragile and young heart suddenly shattered.

But it's not over yet.

Ouyang Fugui stared into the distance with fiery eyes, wishing he could conjure up a golden gatling with unlimited bullets, and knock out all the desperate people gathered at the door of a bronze gate.

Yes, the location where the Juejia people appeared was just in front of a bronze gate.

"No! No! No! How could this be?! How could this be?!"

With a bang, Jue Wuyuan jumped out of the lake, frantically rushed to the closed bronze gate, bombarded again and again, recklessly, and after a while, his fists became bloody and bloody.

After bombarding like crazy for a while, the bronze door remained motionless, not even deformed, and fell to the ground helplessly and desperately, closing his eyes in great pain.

After a while, he suddenly got up, a flush appeared on his face, and he also put on a smile that made his whole body chill.

"Uncle!" Jue Wuyuan walked up to Jue Tiankuang with red eyes, exuding a terrifyingly strong aura, and with a sickly smile on his face, said: "Uncle, on the note you got, Is there any special method recorded? No matter what method, let’s continue to try. Hehe, things have reached this point, I don’t think you want to give up, uncle, do you?”

Jue Tian Kuang's complexion was extremely ugly, so gloomy that he almost dripped water, he looked at Jue Wuyuan who was flushed like a sick man, he was a little speechless for a while, even, he was a little afraid to look at Jue Wuyuan s eyes.

One, two, three. Gradually, all the Juejia people who were still alive gathered together and surrounded Jue Tiankuang. Everyone had a chilling evil spirit hanging from them.

Among the crowd, Juetiankuang, Juetianyi, Juetianshan, Juetianzhan, the four ancestors of the Jue family were silent, and their expressions were a little unnatural at the moment.

They really don't know how to deal with the current situation.

It starts with their decision to use the method in the notes.

Before, they made a decision to leave enough clansmen just in case, and the rest of them followed those Tengu warriors to carry the soul-destroying stone gate.

After all, Jue Wuyuan and the others had a deeper affection for the clansmen, and directly told everyone the danger of lifting the stone gate, and at the same time told them that it was the only way now, if they did not seize the opportunity, everyone would lose everything because of hunger. When you lose your strength, everything will be irreversible.

Jue Wuyuan and the others thought that the clansmen would go crazy, resist, and hysterical, and they were prepared for these, but the real scene caught them by surprise.

After Jue Wuyuan conveyed the news to the clansmen, apart from the initial commotion for a while, they quieted down quickly, and then calmly started discussing, starting to line up, and starting... Farewell!
Jue Wuyuan will never forget the calm and calm look in his nephew's grandnephew, a well-recognized waste in the clan who has only barely reached the congenital level after decades of cultivation, kowtowing to him.

Haoshou's pale, aging grandnephew bid farewell to his own family members very calmly. He tidied up his two sons' clothes and warned them that if they survived, they must work hard to cultivate and not let his branch Cut off the incense, so that they must be brothers and friends in the future, and live in harmony, and they must never quarrel like before, over trivial matters.

He kissed his grandchildren one by one, touched their little faces lovingly, and then told the little ones that they must spend more time with their grandma in the future, lest she be too lonely.

Finally, he started to record a video, saying goodbye to his wife who had been together for decades, and told her that he would not be able to accompany her any longer. She, her natal family is just a small family with shallow eye sockets, so she can't see any good things. Even if she wants to subsidize her natal family, she must pay attention to the scale.

After finishing all this, he calmly knelt in front of Jue Wuyuan, kowtowed a few times respectfully, and pleaded with incomparable sincerity:
"Old Ancestor, I don't want to die, but at this point, if no one sacrifices, then everyone will have to die. My nephew and grandson are naturally incompetent, so it's useless to the family, even if they sacrificed, it's nothing."

"Grandnephew, I just ask you to take care of my child after I die, because you and my grandfather are blood brothers."

"Most of my children and grandchildren are as talented as I am, but my little granddaughter is an exception. That child has been smart since she was a child, and she can learn the basic skills of the family as soon as she is young. Although she is still young, she has already learned two sets of yellow Super combat skills are definitely a talent that can be made. My nephew and grandson don't dare to ask extravagantly, I just ask my ancestors to pay a little attention to that child, if she is indeed worthy of training, I ask my ancestors to treat her equally."

"After the death of the nephew, if the door still cannot be opened, then let my sons be the second batch. Their talents are not good. We should leave the chance of survival to those clan members with better talents."

After saying this, without waiting for Jue Wuqian to reply, he got up on his own, walked to Miehun Shimen, and waited calmly.

This scene was just a microcosm of countless similar scenes in the hall. When Jue Wuyuan came to his senses, he found that the clansmen were actually divided into five echelons consciously.

The first echelon is those 'food-wasting waste' who are getting old, have neither talent nor live long.

The second echelon is those 'family disgrace' who, although still young, have poor talent and have little hope of continuing to break through.

The third echelon is those dying people who are close to the limit of longevity, although they are talented and not weak.

The fourth echelon is those tribesmen who are both talented and powerful, and have sufficient longevity. The reason why they are not ranked at the bottom is because they have no background.

As for the last echelon, it is natural that there are people with talent, strength, and background, such as the grandson who is never destined, the son who is absolutely helpless, and so on.

(End of this chapter)