Xue Jiaxiang is forcing the palace, and Sakura Kingdom can only obey.
Because they have no choice.
As the third strongest player in China, Xue Jiaxiang's strength should not be underestimated. Except for Jiro Okamoto, no one else was sure of victory.
They have already lost two games, and if they lose this one again, it will be completely over.
Everyone's eyes fell on Okamoto Jiro, waiting for his decision.
"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you."
Jiro Okamoto is tall and tall. Not only is his deity of high quality, but his own strength is also extremely terrifying.
At this time, he strode onto the ring with undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.
[Invite both players to enter the Gate of Creation. 】
The host Bobby did not talk too much this time and directly announced the start of the game.
Different from Jiang Wenming before, both of them activated the blood in their bodies, and only entered the gate of creation after the phantoms of the gods appeared behind them.
When Jiang Wenming saw the shadow of the gods behind the two of them, his expression was slightly startled.
Not much to say about Jiro Okamoto, it is Susanoo who is as famous as Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi.
He is tall and tall, wearing a warrior armor and wearing one of the three artifacts, the Tiancongyun Sword, on his waist.
The whole person exudes an unparalleled destructive power, as if I am the only one in heaven and earth.
Xue Jiaxiang's side was much quieter.
Dressed in white clothes and wearing a feather scarf, he has an elegant demeanor and looks like a scholar, but what he carries behind his back is not a book bag, but a sword box.
Fairy-minded and gentle.
This is the first impression he makes.
"I live under the dipper of the Big Dipper, and my sword hangs on the moon horn of the Nangong Palace.
He said that I was really drunk when I was drunk, and I didn’t know how to feel sad.
Holding a Xiaoyao fan and carrying a male and female black dragon sword, he is one of the Eight Immortals.
Chunyang Zhenren——Lu Dongbin! "
Jiang Wenming's voice reached Xue Jiaxiang's ears, making him slightly startled, and then turned to look at him.
Seeing Jiang Wenming nodding towards him, he suddenly understood.
He was reminding himself to add entries for awakening the gods.
Xue Jiaxiang nodded slightly towards Jiang Wenming, feeling strange in his heart.
He, a person favored by God, actually needs a junior to help remind him.
But I have to admit that even though he is Lu Dongbin’s favored person, he really doesn’t know as much as Jiang Wenming.
At least he didn't know the origins of those two swords.
"Maybe you can try it."
Xue Jiaxiang thought so and stepped into the door of creation.
The light flickered, and a screen appeared on the stage, which was the scene of the two people inside the Gate of Creation.
Different from Jiang Wenming's, among their five statues, there is a colorful statue of a god, which is an awakened god.
You only need to communicate with the other party and it will come directly.
However, when Jiang Wenming saw the other four statues, his body trembled slightly.
"Choose second from the left!"
Jiang Wenming stood up suddenly and shouted.
It's a pity that Xue Jiaxiang is at the Gate of Creation at this time and can't hear his shout at all.
"What's wrong?"
Long Ye was closest to Jiang Wenming. Hearing his shout, he looked at him with some confusion.
Chunyang real person Lu Dongbin has appeared. This is a good thing. Why should he choose an unknown god?
Long Ye glanced at the person Jiang Wenming was talking about. He was ordinary, dressed like an old farmer, and holding an unknown weed in his hand.
Jiang Wenming did not answer Long Ye's question, but stared at the old farmer.
It wasn't until he saw Xue Jiaxiang chose Lu Dongbin that he hammered the seat angrily.
"How could this happen? What have we in China experienced? Why doesn't anyone even know our ancestors?"
Jiang Wenming's eyes turned red and he felt inexplicable sadness.
That is their Chinese ancestor!
Emperor Yan tasted all kinds of herbs and cured diseases for the Chinese people.
They keep claiming that they are descendants of Yan and Huang, but now no one even recognizes their ancestors.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wenming immediately knelt down and kowtowed to the statue.
"Unworthy descendant Jiang Wenming pays homage to the Chinese ancestor Yandi Shennong."
This prayer came so suddenly that Tatsuno didn't even react.
But when he heard Jiang Wenming's words, he stood stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.
What did he just hear?
Chinese ancestor?
Emperor Yan Shennong?
"Wen... Wenming... is what you just said true? Is that really our Chinese ancestor?"
Tatsuno was a little shocked. Why had he never heard of this name?
"Wearing clothes and shoes, we tasted all kinds of herbs, fought against barbaric beasts, cultivated agriculture, led the Chinese people, established tribes, and later established Chinese civilization with the Yellow Emperor, one of the three emperors. Five, but how dare you forget."
When Jiang Wenming raised his head and said this, his eyes were already red and full of tears.
This is their Chinese root!
The source of all people, the true ancestor of mankind.
How could the world forget him? How dare the world forget him?
Even if we forget the gods and Buddhas in the sky, we should not forget them!
Thinking of this, Jiang Wenming suddenly stood up, faced the audience in the Huaxia area, and shouted with all his strength: "Everyone in the Huaxia tribe should remember this statue in front of them. He... is the ancestor of our Huaxia, the Yan Emperor Shennong.
No matter how unfilial my descendants are, they will still have it engraved in their bones.
This is our ancestor, and he is back to see us now! "
There was an uproar in the audience.
"Is it true? This god who looks like an old farmer is actually our ancestor?"
"Could it be that he made it up? Haven't you heard of it before?"
"There is no record in the book, how did he know?"
Various doubts arose one after another. Many people did not believe it, but there were also a small number of people who believed that Jiang Wenming would not joke about such a thing.
After all, he had awakened four unknown gods before, and his knowledge reserve far exceeded everyone present.
As if to verify his words, Lu Dongbin bowed to the statue of the god as soon as he appeared in the Gate of Creation.
I didn't dare to get up for a long time.
"Ancestors, don't worry, China has gone through five thousand years of ups and downs, how can it fall here? I am not talented, but I am still willing to use the three-foot green blade in my hand to carve out a piece of heaven and earth for my country."
Lu Dongbin's words were clearly heard by everyone present.
this moment.
Everyone believed Jiang Wenming's words.
Li Jianguo had already stood up, his old face full of tears, a mixture of shame and self-blame.
"Unfilial descendant Li Jianguo pays homage to his ancestors."
"Unfilial sons and grandsons, Changjun, pay homage to our ancestors."
"Unfilial son Wang Jianhua pays homage to his ancestors."
"..."
One by one, the generals stood up and bowed to the statue.
One by one, the Chinese people stood up and bowed to the statue.
Whether they were in person or watching on the screen, all the Chinese people knelt down and worshiped at this moment.
The voices gathered and only one sentence could be heard.
"Meet the ancestors."
