Chapter 1,45 The Holy Lord? 1

call……

After a long breath, my eyes gradually returned to calm, without any turbulence, as calm as water, warm and peaceful.

"Qifeng, don't forget this kindness."

Qi Feng was seriously sad, and he had already clearly felt that this saint had not been dead for a long time.

"Yes, Saint...father!"

Sometimes, identity and status forced them to make choices, and at this moment he gave his father confidence in his name.

When the saint heard his name, a kind smile appeared on his face. This was a farewell at the end of his life. It was silent and dull, but this silent expression of emotion was so precious.

Watching Qi Feng tremble and hide the sadness in his heart, the saint talked slightly;

"Be strong, I don't have much time anymore, come here, I have something to do..."

The middle and senior officials quickly arrived. The saint looked at the tribe members who had no time to recover from the injuries on their bodies. They looked at their red eyes and their dull expressions, and their hearts were aching.

"If even you have no confidence, can the tribesmen still see hope?"

Hearing this, someone secretly wiped his tears quietly and tried to show his energy.

Cough cough cough...

After coughing a few times, the weak saint looked around and spoke slowly;

"The ancestors once said that our clan will return to the earth in ten thousand years and leave this place. Now, it's time."

"Saint..."

This is to explain the funeral, but the saint waved his hand and said with a smile;

"On this day, our clan has been waiting for too long. I didn't expect that before he died, he could still witness the arrival of the Holy Lord with his own eyes, and he died without regrets..."

Holy Lord?

What is this?

They were confused, but they thought it was just nonsense before their death.

At this moment, the saint raised his head slightly and looked at Yang Chen. There was a feeling of excitement in his eyes that made Yang Chen puzzled.

The others followed his eyes and looked at Yang Chen inadvertently, full of doubts.

"Go to the altar..."

The holy altar, as if it existed in history, is the most sacred place of their clan. Although it has always been a place for ancestor worship, it is not something that outsiders can enter. However, now, no one opposes it, and they believe in the saints.

"My friend, please follow me, can you?"

Yang Chen refused in his heart, but when he saw that the saint was about to return, he sighed slightly and nodded reluctantly. Moreover, Yang Chen seemed to feel that the old man was terrified and was not just as simple as letting him go together.

However, there is no need to go to this altar at all, it is just amid the ruins of the destroyed existence.

This place has completely become a ruin, but there is really a huge stone tablet dozens of feet high and has not been destroyed. Obviously, this stone tablet is protected by some force.

It is usually used to worship ancestors, so apart from feeling sacred, I really didn't find any purpose.

Looking at the stone tablet covered with unique runes, Yang Chen felt a little strange between his eyebrows. Looking closely, there was nothing special, thinking, just an illusion.

With the help of chiffon, the closer the saint approached the altar, the happier and more excited.

Finally, after some tossing, everyone stood in front of the altar.

On the stone tablet, traces of the punishment tribe's ancestor worship for generations are left, which look so simple and mysterious.

"It's been ten thousand years... Our clan finally waited for the Holy Lord...ahhhhh..."

The saint's tears flowed.

"My tribe, I'm saved...wow..."

Crawling before the altar, the saint burst into tears, and the crying made people move.

The people who sent the tribe to crawl in front of the altar with the saints, all of whom were sad.

After a while, the saint stopped the sound and tried to calm down his emotions.

When the others saw the saint stand up, they wiped away the tears and stood up respectfully.

Yang Chen didn't know which one he sang, but Yang Chen was always a little restless when he looked at the runes on the stone tablet.

To be precise, it is the feeling that this stone tablet seems to have some power attracting it.

And at this moment, the saint gently pushed away the Qifeng who was supporting him, sorted out the face and disguised himself. He carefully put a lot of his clothes on, stroked the wrinkles, and then he tried hard to stand up straight and looked at Yang Chen.

"My friend, I have something to ask for?!"

He frowned and looked at the saint. Yang Chen wanted to find the answer because his intuition told him that the saint asked him to come and nothing good happened.

What's wrong? I have no friendship with the tribe who sent me to the tribe.

After thinking about it, Yang Chen spoke;

"What's up?"

He doesn't want to be involved with them for no reason.

The saint looked at Yang Chen with a responsible expression, but this was his mission.

"Our clan has collected many treasures of heaven and earth, which can help you achieve golden elixir."

The temptation was quite big. Yang Chen's eyes were filled with happiness, and he was really shocked. What he lacked now is strength and his acquisition was cultivation. If he could break through the golden elixir, his strength would inevitably improve by leaps and bounds. But he suddenly calmed down and returned to peace in his eyes. Is there such a good thing in this world?

Seeing his expression change, a hint of praise appeared deep in the saint's black eyes.

“What are the conditions?”

Yang Chen asked directly that there is no free lunch in the world, so there must be conditions.

"When I'm dying, I hope my friend can promise me something."

This saint was not dragging on the mud, which directly showed that Yang Chen fell into deep thought. After a while, his eyes became firm and dull. Yang Chen wanted to refuse, but it was better not to agree.

But just as he opened the saint seemed to see through Yang Chen's thoughts, and said first;

"Old son died with his soul and spirit. If this matter goes against morality and is harmful to my friend, I will never be at peace in the underworld and will never be born..."

It was loud and loud, and more importantly, when Yang Chen and everyone were shocked, the saint slammed and knelt down on his knees, his forehead pressed against the ground.

Being caught off guard, no matter who it is, no matter what it means.

"Saint, you are..."

"Father...get up..."

"Saint..."

But the saint pushed open his door and spoke weakly;

"You guys kneel down, too."

When they heard him say this, the people immediately objected and blushed.

"this……"

"What?……"

"impossible……"

"Ahem...why, I'm not dead yet, isn't my words good?"

"this……"

"That's not what we mean?"

"Shut up and kneel down..."

At this time, Qi Feng roared loudly. Although he was puzzled and unwilling to accept it, he chose to believe his father when he looked at his father.

Bang...

Qi Feng knelt down at Yang Chen without hesitation.

Others looked at me, I looked at you, and didn't know how to do it for a while, but in the end, they all knelt down in a state of righteous indignation.

"My friend, if you don't agree, I will kneel down for a long time..."
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