Chapter 891

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's hard to leave home. I don't want to change places anymore." the village head shook his head and said slowly. Many villagers who were excited at his words also calmed down one after another.

"In those years, the sages of our Terran led our ancestors to the underworld. For countless years, they just made it possible for our Terran to have a foothold. For this reason, our ancestors paid an unimaginable price. At present, the Terran is in danger. How can we be timid to escape?" the village head's words made the surrounding villagers look firm again.

Yes, this is their home. How can they leave? Do you want to be the rootless duckweed like your ancestors? Their ancestors died for them and were buried in this land. How can they leave?

"Although our strength is insignificant, killing one more demon clan can bring a hope to our Terran, and if we stay, we will also leave more kindling for the Terran. Sooner or later, these kindling can turn into prairie fire and live forever." the last words of the village head resounded through Muyi's heart.

Even the salary lamp suddenly vibrated slightly, and the extinguished firewood seemed to have a sign of rekindling.

"The idea of all sentient beings. Originally, this is the real idea of all sentient beings. The so-called idea is a firm belief. The human race, inheritance, firewood and fire are handed down from generation to generation."

"Thanks for the village head's advice." Mu Yi's face was solemn, and his body was not as ethereal as before.

"Don't dare, don't dare." the village head shook his head hurriedly.

"I want to borrow something from the village head," said Mu Yi.

"If you want to borrow anything, just say it. Even if I live, I have nothing to say." the village head immediately said, and Jiang Wu nodded heavily, even Jiang Xiaoyu's mother and the surrounding villagers.

"I'd like to borrow it from the village head. It's the idea passed down from generation to generation to help me light this lamp." Muyi said, holding out his hand. An ancient and ordinary copper lamp suddenly appeared in his hand, but the wick was not lit.

"I will." the village head almost blurted out, and then a faint white light flew out of his eyebrows and directly disappeared into the salary lamp. In Mu Yi's eyes, that faint light was like a spark. Although it was insignificant and even far from being able to light the salary lamp, it was a good start. As long as he insisted, the salary lamp would be completely lit sooner or later.

"I will!"

"I'd love to!"

"We are all willing."

With a sound higher than a burst, more and more white light flew up, like a milk swallow, one after another into the salary lamp.

However, compared with the obvious salary lamp, these white lights are still a drop in the bucket, but Muyi smiled. When there was no white light flying out, he put the salary lamp away, sorted out his robes and solemnly saluted the village head and all the villagers of Jiangjia village.

"I Muyi, the generation of the human race, thank you. The human spirit should be passed down from generation to generation and will never go out."

Muyi this week, there was a sudden rumble in the sky. The thunder that should have been frightening was warm and comfortable in everyone's ears.

In the long river of time and space, a spray suddenly changed the original track and slowly formed a tributary along the other direction. Although it didn't enter the long river of time and space before long, it seems that something has been changed. As for the impact, no one knows at the moment. Maybe it will appear sooner or later at the end of time and space.

After saying goodbye to the village head and others, Mu Yi left. This is not his place to stay for a long time.

After three prayers, the village head straightened up, turned to many villagers and said, "we will rebuild our homes and pass on the human firewood."

"Rebuild your home."

"Rebuild your home."

"Rebuild your home."

The cry went higher and higher. Muyi, who was far away, showed a smile. These are a group of lovely people. Although their strength is very weak, as said, they shoulder the heavy task of inheriting firewood. Even if it is only insignificant, I believe one day, it will be enough to start a prairie fire.

Besides, Jiang Xiaoyu, when he reached five days later, he finally completely overtook the black robed old man of the demon family, and caught up with him on the way. With one punch, Sheng Sheng beat him into meat and mud. His heart will hurt with each punch.

If he had such strength earlier, the village head, uncle Jiang Wushu and even his mother would not have died, but now, even if he stabbed his enemy, his mother could not be resurrected.

After killing the old man in black robe, Jiang Xiaoyu did not return to Jiangjia village, because he had no face to go back and didn't know how to face the eyes of those villagers. He could only go back to the place where Jiang Jia village once stood a grave and knelt there.

His blood and tears had already dried up and his eyes were empty. Only the long hair dyed with blood had not recovered. It was still the same. The wind blew and his hair was flying. He could even smell a smell of blood. It was very thick and painful.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a sigh came. Jiang Xiaoyu trembled all over, but he didn't turn his head and still knelt there.

"I already know about you. Since you hate him, kill him. No matter what the future is, I'll accompany you, kill a sea of blood, a bright future and a clear conscience." a figure not much shorter than Jiang Xiaoyu walked up to him and said softly.

It was Murong Xixuan who appeared at this time. Although she didn't see it with her own eyes, Muyi sent a memory to her sea of knowledge, so that she could clearly understand what kind of pain Jiang Xiaoyu had experienced.

Now, the only thing she can do is to accompany him and kill him!

Hearing Murong Xixuan's words, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly raised his head, his body was covered with a layer of rich blood, and his eyes became as red as blood again.

"Yes, let's kill a sea of blood and make a world for the human race." Jiang Xiaoyu got up, looked at Murong Xixuan opposite and said with firm eyes.

"OK."

Murong Xixuan nodded, then came forward and took Jiang Xiaoyu's hand. The two figures left side by side, but behind them, there was a sea of blood. On that, there was a figure, which was the blood King refined by the quilt runes.

In the sea of blood, a lotus flower looms, which seems to indicate something.

Further away, an illusory figure flashed away and went away with the wind, as if it had never appeared.

The underworld is full of fighting and sadness everywhere.

Liu Yao, a Guduo and Tianxiang king, even the weakest, have giant level strength. It can be said that in the case of the quasi emperor, these three followers are completely swept away, but this behavior immediately alerted the senior level of the demon and ghost two families. After all, the reason why the demon and ghost two families slaughtered the human race this time is to force out Mu Yi. Maybe these sudden strong people, There is Muyi, which is why there were five times of King's land near Jiangjia village.

They are just bait released to look for Mu Yi clues.

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