Prehistoric World Live Room System

Chapter 175 Causal Change
Carrying Xiao Xuan on his back, Dabao no longer cared about exploring this chaotic secret realm, and left in a hurry.Now, his mind is full of thoughts of self-blame. If he hadn't told Xiao Xuan that there is a secret realm here, Xiao Xuan would not have come here, and he would not have been attacked by someone, even to the point where he needs to sleep to repair his injuries .

"What is that?" The people who entered and exited the gate of the ancestral city suddenly saw a stream of light flying from a distance, and then under their horrified gazes, it flew straight into the ancestral city, and the setting above the ancestral city The prohibition, formation, etc., did not fluctuate at all.

"I don't know, but it looks like Lord Guardian!" Someone looked up at the sky and said in a daze.

"That's right, it's the guardian, and what's on his back seems to be a holy master." This is a fairy, although he can't keep up with Dabao's speed, he still can see who is passing by in the sky. no problem.

"Holy Master? What's wrong with the Holy Master?" Someone asked in surprise.

"I don't know. Seeing the hasty look on Lord Guardian's face, I think it must be that the Saint Master was seriously injured. Otherwise, I wouldn't even lose the ability to move."

"Tell me, will you be a holy master?" Just as these people were arguing, someone suddenly spoke, but the person froze in place, and could no longer speak the following words.

"No, nothing will happen to the Saint Master."

Clang!
The man unsheathed his long sword and pointed at the person who said this, "What do you mean by that, are you cursing the saint?"

"Why would I curse the holy master, I wish him peace more than you!" He didn't fight back, but just quietly looked at the person who swung the sword at him. "If killing me will make the holy master safe and sound, you can do it!"

"Hmph, don't let me see anyone cursing the holy master, or don't blame me for being ruthless!" The man snorted coldly and put away the long sword in his hand.

"Don't be dazed, why don't you go to the City Lord's Mansion if you have time, what happened to the Saint Master? There is no time to argue here!" Someone shouted in the crowd, and immediately ignored everyone Responding, he ran straight towards the City Lord's Mansion.

"Yes, I'm going too, wait for me!"

"And I, go together."

"I don't know what happened to the anchor, I hope nothing happened to him!" On the earth, as Xiao Xuan lost his last trace of consciousness and fell into a deep sleep, the entire live broadcast room also dimmed. Everything about the prehistoric world, Never to be seen again.

In the virtual world, a piece of land reserved because of Xiao Xuan's golden immortal cultivation still exudes vitality, as if telling everything that happened here.

"Everyone, don't be sad, let's go, let's go!" Someone persuaded.

"Yeah, don't be sad, go back to sleep, when you wake up, the anchor will start broadcasting again, and we will definitely see a completely healthy anchor."

"The upstairs is right. I still remember that the anchor promised us that for our consideration, every time he starts the live broadcast, he will set the time to the day after the last live broadcast." There are also old viewers in the live broadcast room persuading road.

"Why, why did he have to bear everything alone? But we can only watch here, and can't help at all." Someone was unwilling, and asked with grief and anger.

"This is a live broadcast, but it's not an act, it's not a movie, it's not a TV series. Everything that happened is real. For our feelings, he broadcasts the battle again and again, just to make us happy. What is he planning?"

"Don't tell me to ask for money, but to tip, because so far, I haven't found out that tipping is of any use to him."

"He is teaching us, and hopes that we will be well-informed as mortals, and temper a kind of aura, which will help our practice, and it will be more helpful to future wars." Someone said, this matter, he decided not to hide.

"Why do you say that? Great war? I know that the earth is changing, isn't it sealed by some mysterious force?" someone asked.

"Because, I once saw the mark of the ancestral city on my weapon, and at the same time, I saw another mark similar to the ancestral city but different from the ancestral city. It seems to be in a state of opposition." He spoke, speaking bluntly, and after careful consideration, decided to tell the fact that he knew that it would have a profound impact but would not have a bad influence on others.

"Who are you? Why do you say that?" Someone asked again. Obviously, they wouldn't believe it if they just said it based on their own guesses. There was some truth in what they said, but people couldn't believe it all for a while.

"My name is Chen Xing. My identity is an inheritor!" Chen Xing opened his mouth, exposed his identity, and uploaded a set of photos, which are exactly the pattern of the ancestral city imprint on the Coiling Dragon Stick.

"This is the ancestral city, but the other city is similar to the ancestral city, but it is not the ancestral city, and this photo is obviously just taken, not artificially forged." As soon as the photo was uploaded, someone made a decision and gave the answer .

"Is this the miraculous pattern on the Coiling Dragon Stick?" Someone was surprised. He had seen Chen Xing make a move before, but at that time Chen Xing used a pair of stick covers to cover the long stick, leaving only the two ends of the stick. What kind of pattern, apart from him, probably only his three twin brothers really know.

But judging from this pattern, it can perfectly coincide with the patterns leaked from the previous Panlong stick, so it can be seen that everything he said is true and not fake.

"The ancestral city, another mysterious city, the five-mountain altar, the alien space, what else is there?" Someone talked about these connections, hoping to find something.

"There is one more thing, have you forgotten?" said a man whose ID was Cangmang.

"What else?" Everyone was puzzled.

"Have you guys forgotten the history that has been changed?" Cangman said slowly, word by word.

"Changed history?"

"Changed history?"

"History that has been changed!!!"

"Yes, let's check the historical myths quickly. There must be records about this period of history." Someone said, and ran out on the spot, going to the library to check the records of this period of history.

"There's no need to look for it, I have it here, and I'll pass it on to everyone!" said Cangmang again.

"Okay, okay, go and have a look, I'll go to Baidu to search." Someone said.

Opening the book called "Mythology of Chinese History", the fingers of the vast man are trembling, because he studies, records, even takes pictures of this book every day, and records it in the depths of his brain word by word. For fear of forgetting something.

Because, a long time ago, when someone discovered that the myths of Chinese history had been rewritten, he had already missed an opportunity to verify his conjecture, and this time, he never wanted to miss a second chance.

But after observing and recording in the live broadcast room for so long, the result disappointed him a bit, and he came to a conclusion that this change does not change all the time, but happens every time.And this rule, he still hasn't found out so far, so he is a little frustrated.

But now, he has an intuition that there must be a change this time, and this change will be a change that subverts people's usual cognition.But how it was recorded, they don't know. Although they saw some from the live broadcast room, it was just the development of the human race and a corner of the prehistoric world. How did future generations recognize and describe the changes in the overall situation? is ignorant.

"Above the ancestral city, the guardian returns in a hurry, and the saint is asleep. The strike of cause and effect, the opportunity of the saint. Turn the sky and change the earth, and everything is gone!"

(End of this chapter)