Chapter 878

On the other side, after following Chu Nanbo into the secret door, Su Moyu realized that there was a hole in it.

At his feet, it was like a stone ladder in the void.

On both sides of the ladder, there is a picture that I don't know whether it is illusory or real.

In those pictures, spring, summer, autumn and winter alternate at an extremely fast speed, just like walking in a long picture.

"Jiuli nationality is one of the oldest races in the upper world. According to the records of our ancient books, our ancestors lived in the upper world at the beginning of Taigu. Even taishenjing experts have appeared one after another, but for various reasons, they finally..."

At this point, Chu Nanbo shook his head.

Su Moyu also sighed and said, "just looking at the scene here, you can imagine that such a brilliant ethnic group has become what it is now."

Chu Nanbo over there also smiled bitterly and said, "if it weren't for you, we Jiuli people might really be destroyed!"

They said this and finally reached the bottom of the ladder.

There, two black wooden doors stood in front of us.

After walking under the wooden door, Chu Nanbo suddenly stretched out his hand and rowed on his left arm. In an instant, fresh blood came out and fell on the black door panel on the ground.

After the blood fell, the black wooden door flashed a light, and then opened slowly.

"This is the resting place for the leaders of the Jiuli ethnic group. Only the blood of the Jiuli ethnic group can open these two doors!" Chu Nanbo said.

Su Moyu was stunned when he heard this and said, "since it's such an important place, I'd better not go in."

Over there, Chu Nanbo shook his head and said, "master, you have great kindness to my Jiuli nationality, so you are naturally qualified to go in! Moreover, if you don't go in, my efforts will not be in vain?"

Seeing his sincerity, Su Moyu nodded and followed him across the two wooden doors.

At the moment of crossing the wooden door, a desolate and simple breath rushed forward.

At that moment, Su Moyu seemed to hear a whisper from ancient times.

He raised his head slightly and saw that there was a dark sky above his head, and under the sky were continuous tombstones.

Obviously, this Jiuli ancestral land is a cemetery, alone in this independent space.

After seeing the tombstone in front of him, Chu Nanbo was also very excited.

He saw him fall to his knees with a puff, and then climb to the tombstone and cry.

Seeing his appearance, Su Moyu also felt a little sad.

Think about it. As the oldest ethnic group in the upper world, it has created so many glories that it was almost destroyed when it was passed on to this generation.

If it was him, naturally there would be a lot of emotion.

For a long time, Chu Nanbo stopped his grief, and then got up and said to Su Moyu, "sorry, master, I'm out of shape."

Su Moyu gently shook his head, but said nothing.

Chu Nanbo over there stood up, walked to many tombstones, and then turned to Su Moyu and said, "master! I, the ancestor of Jiuli nationality, began to think about the dangers that future generations might encounter when I was too old. Therefore, from then on, the strongest of each nationality will leave their inheritance in this cemetery."

"In addition, the burial of the sages of all ethnic groups here will naturally affect the atmosphere here. If later people can inherit all these forces, it is bound to raise their strength to an unprecedented height!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, then stared at Su Moyu with two eyes and said, "I hope, master, you can inherit this power and avenge us Jiuli people!"

After hearing Chu Nanbo's words, Su Moyu was stunned.

He did not expect that Chu Nanbo would finally say this.

"Chu Nanbo, this is the power of your ancestors of Jiuli. If you want to inherit it, you should naturally inherit it as an authentic descendant." Su Moyu frowned.

But Chu Nanbo firmly shook his head and said, "master, the power in this cemetery is too huge. If the successor is not strong enough, he may be swallowed up by the power. With my current cultivation, I have no ability to inherit this power..."

Su Moyu frowned more tightly when he heard this.

"But..." Su Moyu hesitated.

At this time, Chu Nanbo knelt directly on the ground and said, "master, I know that the war is imminent. If you fail, the Revenge of Jiuli will never be repaid! And if you inherit the power of Jiuli ancestors, you will certainly add a chance of victory. Presumably, the ancestors will not object in the spirit of heaven!"

Su Moyu frowned and thought for a long time. Finally, he nodded and said, "you're right. Now it seems that this is the best way. Anyway, I'm not hypocritical. I promise you and Jiuli ancestors that I will try my best to deal with evil gods after I get strength!"

"Thank you, master!" Chu Nanbo saluted Su Moyu solemnly.

Then he stood up again, cut his hands and sprinkled blood on the ground.

At the same time, they kept shouting at the sky in their own language.

Su Moyu knew that this was probably the ceremony to inherit this power.

Sure enough, with Chu Nanbo's cry, the breath of the whole space began to change.

Over the cemetery, figures emerged one after another.

Although Su Moyu didn't know these people at all, he felt from the breath that these people must be great people before his life.

With the passage of time, Chu Nanbo's ceremony came to the end, and all the virtual shadows merged together and finally gathered into a huge figure.

"This is..." Su Moyu was surprised when he saw this. He recognized the figure in front of him, which was the huge statue cut off in the ancient temple outside.

"This is the ancestor of Jiuli people and the earliest God of war!" Chu Nanbo said excitedly looking at the figure.

Then he turned his head, looked at Su Moyu and said, "master, now you just have to accept this power!"

When Su Moyu heard this, he nodded slightly and said, "OK!"

Then he walked towards the figure.

However, before he walked a few steps away, the whole cemetery suddenly began to tremble.

"What's going on?" Su Moyu asked in surprise.

But Chu Nanbo over there also looked surprised and said, "I don't know, it's not me..."

At this time, the ground in front of the two people suddenly hit more than a dozen roots in the deep, like a dragon.

Su Moyu's eyes flashed, stretched out his hand to hold Chu Nanbo's collar, and then flew back out.

Boom!

The tree roots fell to the ground and cracked the earth of the cemetery, while Su Moyu and his two men avoided it.

"The power of Jiuli nationality belongs to me!" a shrill voice sounded in front of them.