The prophet's transformed hand fell on Yin Nian's shoulder, and he couldn't feel any weight at all.
"I'm sorry, little Lucky Star." He chuckled, and dark lochia appeared on his fingers, which backfired on his entire wrist. "I pretended to be a ghost and beat you. I was also wrong, but you forgot to take care of the reincarnation tree. You only knew how to look after it.着你的小情郎，你说我该不该揍你？”
Yin Nian's throat was choked.
With scarlet eyes, she went to hold his hand, "How can I save you?"
"What are you saving me for?" The prophet laughed heartily, "Do you think I am a hero? The little girl's movie is too shallow to see things. I am a person who has used half of Wanyu's luck. If it weren't for me, my roots would not have skyrocketed. , the number of geniuses should be more than it is now."
"Wanyu is everyone's Wanyu, not mine alone, but I still did it."
"Listen, I'm not a hero, I'm just an old man who insists on his own way and thinks he'll die if he hears about it in the morning."
"In a way, I'm a sinner, you know?"
"You still want to save me?" He tried to stand upright and said word by word, "After I die, there is no need to erect a monument or pay homage to me. There is no need to remember me."
His words that made Yin Nian's heart tremble were suddenly cut off by a sharp and angry voice.
"Are you really good at it? Reminiscing about old times in front of me!"
A strong wind hit Yin Nian's cheek, trying to tear her face apart.
The head of the Feng family and Yuan Xinsui are still fighting each other.
Emperor An and others were trying hard to stop the men in black robes and let the children evacuate first. No one except Feng Qing could fight this strong wind.
Now that the exit is wide open and the first wave of children have rushed out, hope is right in front of us.
The despair and tears of blood had long been kicked out of her heart by Yin Nian.
Seeing Gang Feng coming towards her, she shouted loudly and was about to raise her sword to kill.
Unexpectedly, there was a 'ding'.
The strong wind was shattered, and a half-moon beam of snow-white spiritual power flew from behind Yin Nian.
"Who is it? Bullying our children in front of me without even saying hello?" A man's voice came from behind.
Yin Nian suddenly turned around.
The reincarnation tree has grown over half of the divine realm.
Its roots were so strong that all the houses next to it were knocked down, and the rocks dug deep into it.
One after another, the Su characters devoured the unidentified domain spirit in front of Yin Nian's eyes. Yin Nian saw those 'Su' characters being peeled off one by one from the artifact, and now he saw these again. The leaves are like flying snow and falling stars.
Melted into shadows.
Someone was holding a crown loosely on his head, and his robes were hanging loosely on his body. It was an appearance that Yin Nian had seen several times in fantasy.
The ancestor of the Su family who once was powerful in all areas.
Behind him, countless figures stood. They were like pines, cypresses and green bamboos, and they were like countless brand-new unbroken spears.
They raised their hands, and all the ancient artifacts of the Su family that had been put away by Yin Nian before they could take them out all fell into their hands.
Only the ancestor of the Su family has nothing.
But he raised his hand, and the ancient book in Yin Nian's hand jumped out of her arms.
The book spirit was swallowed by the ancient book. The ancestor of the Su family put his hand into the ancient book and slowly pulled out a golden long sword from it.
"Tsk." The ancestor of the Su family looked at Yin Nian who was already stunned on the spot, raised his hand and flicked her forehead hard, "Are you stupid?"
"Didn't I say it?" He raised his hand, and the golden sword turned into a golden snake and instantly strangled the two men in gray robes who rushed towards him. "One step counts as ten thousand steps, and one year counts as ten thousand years."
The ancestor of the Su family had thick black eyebrows, as if they were heavily drawn horizontally with an ink pen, and raised a few points with a sharp edge at the end of the eyebrows, like a thorny vine growing fiercely and showing its teeth and claws, and it was filled with evil aura every time it moved.
"Why do you think I gave so many treasures to those domain owners and told them to treat my Su family's artifact well?"
"How stupid, do you, my ancestor, look like such a selfless person?"
Doesn't he know that people's hearts are fickle?
Does he not know that human nature is greedy?
But it was only when the magic stick saw that Wan Yu's 'vitality' both died, that he took action.
Zhou Haiping and the others can risk their lives to fight for the future of Wanyu, so why can't they?
The magic stick turned into a shadow demon that was neither human nor ghost.
At that time, he, who had reached the end of his life, and his former allies, as well as the powerful men in the divine realm, even searched for a way to seal the soul.
Use a weapon to seal the demi-god soul. When the time is right, the seal will release itself, and they can be born again and complete what they should do.
But how could the Divine Realm support such big eaters like them at that time?
It will still be affordable within a hundred years.
What about the future?
The decline of the Divine Realm is a certainty, and those people have obviously been eyeing the Divine Realm in the dark because the Divine Realm is too prosperous. The decline of the Divine Realm is due to the subsequent civil strife and the laissez-faire behavior of the ancestors of the Su family.
They must weaken the Divine Realm.
Only in this way can the vigilance of those people be lowered, so that they can continue to ignore or even despise the Divine Realm, and only then can the Divine Realm survive until the day when Yin Nian is born.
So he ordered all the excess artifacts to be sent away.
No matter whether they change or remain unchanged, they will never give up so many powerful artifacts. As long as they still need to rely on the artifacts, they will use their spiritual power to support them, and they can hibernate better.
Those engraved characters of 'Su' are actually their half-souls, and the tree of reincarnation is a seal for their half-souls, and at the same time, it is also a protection.
Just wait for that weak vitality to appear, if what the magic stick said is true.
Then, the ancient books he left behind will guide his family's seedlings, but he can't figure everything out. The ancient books he left behind can actually be taken away by Meng Yang.
But the magic stick's calculation of "a glimmer of hope" was indeed correct.
Even though there were countless calculations and mistakes, this ancient book finally got into Yin Nian's hands.
So she will be a ray of hope.
Although neither the ancestor nor the prophet told her the story carefully.
But Yin Nian was smart and watched these people reappear.
Immediately you understand why the tree of reincarnation is called the tree of reincarnation.
It does not refer to the reincarnation of things.
It’s the reincarnation of these people.
She still remembers what King Zhongzhi said that day when he led the alliance to come back.
"The corpse ghosts broke through the ground, the eagles and eagles roared, the five regions came back, and the great powers of the past started reincarnation again."
At that time, Yin Nian thought that the reincarnation was about her leading them to bring the Divine Realm back to the number one position again.
But that’s not what it means at all.
Among the great powers of the past, the focus was not on being strong, but on the past.
They never left.
Yin Nian's lips trembled slightly, and the hand holding the dragon knife was sweating.
"Ancestor." She pulled the ancestor of the Su family's hand hard and pointed behind her, "Look at the prophet... where is the prophet..." Look at your old friends, you may meet again after tens of millions of years. How to save him?
Her voice stopped abruptly.
There is no prophet shadow behind her, and no shadow demon anymore.
All that was left was a handful of dirty, smelly sludge.
Yin Nian felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
It shouldn't be like this!
"Impossible!" Yin Nian's eyes were scarlet, "You have such a sophisticated layout, how could you do it?" Why did he die so quietly?
What she expected was that if she didn't succeed today, she would be successful. She thought about various scenarios of dying vigorously.
But he never expected that the prophets, ancestors, and countless powerful men from the divine realm would appear.
Work step by step and plan for thousands of years.
But he said not to remember him or thank him.
Even when she made a mistake, he disappeared without a trace. There was still a sound when a stone fell into the water, but it was silent when he died.
"People like him!" Yin Nian choked, his fingers were cold, "How could he just die like this?"
Her breathing was rapid.
Until a hand pressed hard on her head.
The ancestor of the Su family was bathed in fire, burning the last of his soul, and laughed: "I know."
"I saw him."
"Why are you crying? There is no future." The ancestor of the Su family held the golden sword in his hand, his soul burning, "Isn't this the day we have been waiting for?"
"If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!"
"Okay! Run quickly, kids first! If you don't have time to chatter, whoever won't die, we should have already died. Now that we can come out to fake corpses, it can be considered a great success, hahaha !”
Yin Nian's lips turned white.
She clenched the dragon knife in her hand, "You are right."
"There's no time for tears."
He turned around and shouted at Hua Xuan and others behind him: "Take the children and retreat first!"
All the branches of the Samsara Tree moved.
One after another they grabbed children and young people and stuffed them into the exit.
"Feng! Eight! Mouth!" Yin Nian said every word, raising his knife and about to rush over, "I'll fight you!"
Unexpectedly, it only took two steps.
He was kicked to the exit.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" The ancestor of the Su family turned his back to her against the light and rushed towards Feng Qing, "Children run first."
"I'm talking about you little kid."
