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Chapter 1461 You have worked hard over the years

Hanging upside down on Zhao Quan's shoulder, Xiao Shitou had a great time playing.

"I used to be in a state of confusion and had no memory, but now that I am a genius, I have already condensed, so I can recall things based on my impressions. It's like the Yuan Dan of a monster, the level of a prisoner, etc. They were all told by the prison practitioners in the gray rock cave before, and now I slowly recall them."

It seemed that there was a ray of hope, and Zhao Quan eagerly asked: "Then do you have any impressions of tens of thousands of years ago? For example, what was the world of cultivators at that time, and whether there were great changes in the world."

"I know what you want to ask, but that ancient town is very likely to be a scene in another region, and has nothing to do with us. These days, we just met by chance. As for what happened tens of thousands of years ago, although I am a genius , but I really can’t remember what happened at that time. I just remember that the first world in my impression was Huoyun State, and there were prison cultivators.”

……

Zhao Quan was silent, and the dawn of hope was instantly extinguished.

"What is that? There seems to be a person on that table!"

The little stone suddenly called out, Zhao Quan looked along its small hand, and in front of nearly a thousand feet away, there was a shrouded stone platform, and on the stone platform, it seemed that there was really a person standing there with open arms.Throwing off his steps, Zhao Quan quickly ran towards the stone platform.

The stone platform seen from a distance, but it was discovered after approaching that it was actually a square bluestone altar eight feet long and nine feet above the ground.

Above the altar, the lingering mist emits seven-color rays of light under the refraction of the sun, creating a dreamlike illusion here, as if entering a fairyland; around the altar, there are eight stone-carved dragons linking the altar and the earth like passages, and the dragon head is on the altar. However, the dragon tail is buried deep in the ground.Every flood dragon is lifelike, as if it has blood sprinkled on it, it will soar into the sky, roaring proudly to the sky.

On the altar, a pair of withered skeletons stood.The skeleton opened its arms, and the black eyeholes looked up at the sky.

Although it is only a sub-skeleton, it makes people feel that he really has life.

In the moment of staring at the skeleton, Zhao Quan seemed to see scenes——

The majestic man stretched out his hands and looked up at the sky. From his eyes, two golden arrows shot out, piercing the sky, causing chaos in the surrounding space, and cracks appeared everywhere.He let out a roar, and his voice shook the heavens and the earth, and even spanned time, resounding through ancient times and the future.The eight dragons, all the heads of the dragons fell to the ground as if they were kneeling, their lantern-sized eyes were closed, and tears of blood the size of fists rolled down.

The majestic man's roar that carried through the past, present and future was like an order. All the eight dragons opened their eyes and opened their bloody mouths, frantically devouring the life force of the majestic man, passing through the channel formed by the Baizhang dragon body, and instilling it into the blood-stained body. In the earth...

Time turns and the years change.

The flesh and blood of the majestic man slowly cracked, just like the broken glass mirror.

The autumn wind was bleak, and took away pieces of his body, falling on the blood-soaked black soil, turning into trees, flowers, birds, rivers, mountains, forests, and everything in the world.Only the golden skeleton, which is like a fairy treasure artifact, exists forever.And the eight heavenly dragons also gradually shrank in the disappearance of flesh and blood, turning into bluestone carvings, always accompanying the majestic man in all directions.

Until one day, an old man whose body rotted like a zombie appeared.

The old man's body was covered with mud, and on his forehead, pieces of rotten flesh still hung, exposing his white and desolate frontal bone.The old man had no expression on his face, he stepped onto the altar with great effort, and then quietly stared at the golden skeleton.

For a long time, the rotten old man touched his carrion and withered hands to the hand bones of the skeleton, as if shaking hands, the rotten hands and hand bones were tightly connected.

The rotten old man murmured, "Thank you for your hard work."

(End of this chapter)