Rebirth of the willow tree, creating the strongest tribe in the ages

Chapter 900: Ba Dao's Vitality, Meng Po's Selection

From the descriptions of these items, it is not difficult to see that the weird clan actually wanted to build a passage connecting to the weird plateau in their own territory right under his nose.

Just like the heavens right now...

Fortunately, because the Weird Clan misjudged their own strength and the overall strength of the Fairyland, they only set up the altar in a hurry, but the channel had not been activated in time.

Otherwise, Jiang Huai would be in big trouble.

"The weird clan is indeed a trouble." Jiang Huai couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

The plot of this clan is beyond imagination. They have always hoped to revive the legendary creature, and they are willing to sacrifice all the heavens and worlds for this.
Now, they are even using this method on their own territory. If the butcher hadn't discovered it by accident, it would have been too late by the time they actually activated the channel.

Just looking at this land eroded by strange forces, lifeless, weird and weird, it really does not conform to Jiang Huai's aesthetic taste.

With this thought in mind, he slowly walked towards the sarcophagus, hesitated for a moment, and gently touched the stone surface with his fingers.

The stone surface felt as piercing as ice, and a chilling air spread through his fingertips throughout his body, corroding his bones and sucking his marrow, as if he wanted to take over Jiang Huai's body and erode his mind. It was truly evil to the extreme.

This trace of cold and gloomy air was nothing, but it was completely shaken away by the churning of qi and blood.

However, the cold air circulated through Jiang Huai's blood and qi, causing him to let out a slight exclamation.

This chilling feeling was actually the embodiment of some very powerful curse that could kill the king.

One can imagine how ominous this sarcophagus is.

However, Jiang Huai found this sarcophagus familiar.

After taking a few more glances, he was certain.

The sarcophagus should be the same as the Daluo sword embryo in Shi Hao's hand. They are all leftovers from when that person was buried.

Quite generous.

It can be said to be a scrap, but if it is placed outside, it is something that can be seen but not sought after, comparable to the peerless and fierce objects like the imperial weapon. No wonder the curse on it is so dangerous.

Even if this sarcophagus remains there, the power of the curse it carries can easily destroy an area.

At this moment, Jiang Huai was startled, then suddenly turned around and walked quickly to the four vermilion painted stone pillars.

On the surface of the vermilion stone pillar, the complicated sacrificial text is like a ferocious venomous snake with bared fangs and claws. This sacrificial text is also dyed with vermilion blood paint.
After staring for a moment, Jiang Huai's expression changed.

If he remembered correctly, before he came, the recorded image presented by the butcher clearly showed that these sacrificial patterns only occupied two-thirds of the stone pillar, but now, they were almost covering the entire stone pillar.

At the same time, the information obtained by the current reconnaissance technique also changes.

Name: Cursed Totem

Introduction: An ancient totem from an ominous place, it comes from a certain vein.

Purpose: To communicate with ancestral land and to offer sacrifices.

Status: Activating.

Tip: When the curse totems completely cover the stone pillars, the altar will be activated.

Jiang Huai's eyes were gloomy and slightly cold.

He sneered twice: "It's just a good trick. Even if there is no one controlling it, it can activate the altar invisibly."

He sighed again in his heart. If it weren't for the butcher, if someone else came here, they might not have discovered this altar.

Only the butcher was so stubborn that he could clearly sense that there was something unusual under the abyss, but he still wanted to find out what was going on.

"We must destroy the layout here as soon as possible and not let the weird clan's plan succeed." Jiang Huai said in his heart.

This is actually easy with his strength, he can just destroy them all.

The cold light in the palm of his hand flickered like the sun and the moon. The fear and confusion of Tyrant Blade came from the unknown, and the domineering aura spread here in an instant.

But just as Jiang Huai was about to take action, a slight vibration came from under the sarcophagus, almost inaudible. His expression froze, and he quickly took a few steps back, looking at the sarcophagus vigilantly.

The black fog around the sarcophagus suddenly surged violently. At the same time, a clear and dull collision sound came from the top of the sarcophagus, as if something under the sarcophagus was about to wake up.

Jiang Huai was focused and concentrated.

The material of this sarcophagus is special, and his senselessness and spiritual awareness cannot penetrate it to know the situation inside.

But judging from this sudden scene, it can't be a good thing.

Suddenly, a huge hand stretched out from the sarcophagus, as big as a mountain, covering half of the sky, as if it could pick up the stars and the moon and cover the sky with one hand.

There was no skin on the surface of the big hand, and the scarlet bloody flesh was clearly visible. It was filled with surging ferocity, like an ancient demon god crawling out of the abyss, emitting fluctuations that clearly belonged to the imperial realm, and grabbed towards the location where Jiang Huai was.

In an instant, black fog filled the sky, and space was broken into pieces.
Jiang Huai looked solemn, but did not retreat. He flashed and appeared on the side of the big hand like a ghost. The sword in his hand burst into a dazzling cold light, like a meteor across the night sky, and slashed fiercely at the giant hand.

"Dang!" With a loud noise, sparks flew from the collision of metals. Jiang Huai felt a strong force coming, causing him to step back a few steps involuntarily. The giant hand was also chopped into a bloody mess by this blow, but the strange thing was that the wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had never been injured.

At this moment, the giant hand waved again, and attacked Jiang Huai with a whistling sound.

Jiang Huai's body was agile, and at the same time, he swung the sword in his hand again. The sword light was like a dragon, going straight to the vital point of the giant hand.

The dull collision sound sounded again, like the sound of falling rain.

This is an emperor's hand, very terrifying and extremely hard, like an emperor's weapon, and it can actually withstand the sharpness of the tyrant sword.

But after all, it is just an imperial hand and has not completed the imperial body.

After a while.

"Click!" A crisp sound was heard.

The giant hand was finally cut off by Jiang Huai with a single blow. Blood spilt out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding air black.

The severed hand fell from the sky, and when it landed on the ground it was instantly corroded cleanly, leaving only a pile of black smelly mucus.

At this moment, a shrill scream came from the sarcophagus, full of unwillingness and anger, and then gradually faded away.

Jiang Huai did not take the opportunity to chase, but looked at the sarcophagus vigilantly, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

There was nothing unusual happening afterwards.

There should only be an imperial hand hidden under the sarcophagus, which is left here for emergency use to prevent anyone from destroying this place. Even if he comes here in person, it would be dangerous if a quasi-immortal emperor comes here instead.

This is the gap between a True Emperor and a Quasi-Emperor, which is as insurmountable as a chasm. A True Emperor can crush a Quasi-Emperor with just one finger. Even a son of destiny like Huang cannot cross this gap.

Jiang Huai's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and the next moment, he slashed out with his hand with domineering and decisiveness.

Silver trails illuminate this place.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang that shook the sky. The sarcophagus was instantly shattered into pieces under the power of the sword, with broken stones flying everywhere and dust rising in the air.

An ancient and evil aura emanated from the sarcophagus, making people feel chilled, as if countless dead souls were wailing and accusing.

After a successful strike, Jiang Huai took advantage of the situation and continued to chopped off the incense ash burner, severed fingers, and broke teeth, as well as the four large red stone pillars that were stained with sacrificial totems.

He didn't stop until he had destroyed most of the place. "It should be alright, right?" Jiang Huai was a little unsure.

This is mainly because the power of the strange clan is too mysterious and extremely difficult to eliminate.

At this moment, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he had discovered the most delicious delicacy in the world.

Following the direction pointed by the Overlord Sword, he looked at the piles of stones scattered on the ground and the sarcophagi also scattered on the ground with a strange expression.

The materials of the two are the same and both are extremely special. Even under his own bombardment, they were not annihilated into nothingness. He was not surprised by this, after all, they were made of the leftover materials of the coffin used to bury that person.

Just feeling the excitement coming from Ba Dao, Jiang Huai became even more curious.

As we all know, the Overlord Sword is a rare item with unique attributes and infinite growth value. It can devour other swords and other weapons to evolve. The more it devours, the higher its rarity and the more sublimation it can obtain.

Jiang Huai had no idea how many weapons and armors he had fed to this "buddy" of his, so that even the king-level weapons and armors would not have any evolutionary effect.

Now, Ba Dao actively wants to devour this pile of rocks, which is extremely rare, indicating that the temptation of this pile of rubble is great enough.

Also.

Since this stone can be polished into a Daluo sword embryo, it means it is also a kind of weapon. In addition, it has a special origin and unprecedented materials, which is comparable to the emperor's weapon. This is why Ba Dao is so excited.

But Jiang Huai was a little hesitant.

This stone is tainted with strange and cursed power. What if the Tyrant Sword is affected and eroded after swallowing it?

But Badao rarely gets so excited.

After thinking it over again and again, he first controlled the Overlord Sword to swallow up a little.

After observing that there were no adverse reactions, he felt relieved and allowed Badao to swallow the gravel.

The sword was seen trembling slightly in Jiang Huai's hand, as if a sleeping beast was awakened and was excitedly looking forward to the upcoming feast.

With Jiang Huai's tacit consent, the blade suddenly shook slightly, and an invisible big mouth quietly opened, like a hungry wolf hidden in the void, and it suddenly pounced on the rubble scattered on the ground at lightning speed.

The gravel was suspended in the air, being pulled towards the Overlord Sword by an invisible force.

As more and more rubble gathered, Ba Dao's "big mouth" opened wider and wider, eventually covering all the rubble.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze and everything around became unusually quiet. The only sound was the sound of the Overlord Blade devouring gravel, like the crisp sound of chewing chocolate beans.

Jiang Huai could feel the indescribable excitement coming from the Ba Dao.

He could also clearly sense that as the rocks were swallowed, the Overlord Sword was undergoing subtle changes and transformations.

The light on the sword began to become more and more dazzling, and the patterns on the sword became more complex and profound.

The blade, which was originally as thin as a cicada's wing, became almost transparent and empty at this moment, as if it had merged with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

But even so, Jiang Huai could still clearly feel its presence, as if it had become a part of his body, allowing him to use it as he pleased.

He slashed casually, without even using any strength, and the place suddenly became chaotic, as if a new small world was about to be opened up.

Jiang Huai couldn't help but be overjoyed.

In this way, his combat power has been raised to a new level. At this moment, when Ba Dao faced the strange emperor's hand just now, he was afraid that he could cut it off directly with one sword, and chopping the emperor's body would be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

After playing with it for a while, Jiang Huai put the Overlord Sword into his sea of ​​consciousness. He glanced around and wondered if it was his illusion. With the destruction of the altar, this strange place seemed to have become fainter.

However, it will not disappear, but the mysterious power contained in it will weaken, and even a true immortal will not be able to survive in it for quite some time.

Without staying here for long, Jiang Huai left directly, returned to the back mountain of the village, and came to the underworld.

The underworld is invisible, and amidst the rolling black fog, only a huge portal can be seen running across it.

Now, after joining in some key positions, the underworld has been semi-operational. It is no longer limited to his aging disciples, but has expanded its scope directly to the entire fairyland.

All living beings that die in the fairyland, below the level of True Immortal, will have their souls taken here after death.

However, due to the absence of Meng Po and the soul-forgetting soup, they all wandered in the underworld.

This place temporarily serves as a receiving station.

However, as soon as he entered the underworld, a black token appeared in front of him, on which was the candidate for Wang Po.

Lin Li.

Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment.

This is Old Man Lin’s first wife, and one of his earliest believers.

The other party's talent is ordinary, he is just an ordinary person, and his lifespan was originally a hundred years at most. However, because of his special identity and position, he has obtained the ginseng fruit, and he is in the fairyland. He has lived until now, millions of years, which is longer than the lifespan of the supreme beings in the nine heavens and ten earths.

However, if one cannot become an immortal, even if one uses all kinds of means, the lifespan of ordinary people is still limited.

Now, Shouzheng has passed away.

Jiang Huai hesitated for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked somewhere.

There were large white banners and wreaths hanging in Old Man Lin’s yard. There were many people in the yard, all of them were the villagers.

Inside the room, Lin was lying peacefully on the bed.

The face that had experienced the vicissitudes of time now looked unusually peaceful, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was having a beautiful dream and didn't want to wake up.

The room was filled with a faint sadness, yet peaceful.

Old Man Lin sat beside the bed, tightly holding Mrs. Lin's cold hand, his eyes red.

The old man who held great power in the village seemed like a different person at this moment. He spoke softly and told the sleeping Lin every detail of the past. Every word was filled with affection and reluctance.

Lin Chen and Lin Zhuang stood beside their father, also with red eyes.

Next to them were Gu Chen, the Ten-Crown King, the Exiled Immortal, Little Eight Lin Xintong, the Half-Monster, several other children, and grandchildren like Lin Hai.

Lin Xintong was in tears and was the saddest. Lin loved her the most.

Everyone bowed their heads in silence, and everyone's face was filled with reluctance.

There was a faint sound of sobbing coming from the room.

After a long while, Old Man Lin slowly stood up and said with a smile:

"Okay, you naughty kids, don't be sad, the old lady passed away peacefully.

It is her blessing to be free from illness and disaster and to have no worries about food and drink.

We are just mortals, who can live so long?
Moreover, thanks to your blessing, I should have gone to the underworld now, and we will meet again."

No one commented.

Because, sir, in Liu Village, death is not the end. Although Lin has passed away, we can still meet each other as usual after a period of time, just like she is still alive.

But people are gone eventually, and sadness is inevitable.

(End of this chapter)