Chapter 331

"Who are you?"

Zhang Yang blinked and pretended not to understand. In fact, he should not understand. Without the language package left by the main body of the village building order, what he heard was the murmur and the bird's voice.

However, in the face of such a situation, the leader was not surprised. He nodded, and the old man took out a green leaf again and motioned Zhang Yang to put it in his mouth.

In a flash, he mastered four languages as much as he could.

They are the gray leaf language of the multi ear people, the black eye language of the multi ear people, the yellow leaf language of the multi ear people, and the protoss language of the Juque people.

But what made him tremble was that the so-called Juque Protoss's Protoss language was Mao's language that looked like the abyss demons, and it was the oldest version and the most powerful ancient demons language!

"Now, do you understand what I'm saying? Tell me the sequence you're from?"

At this time, the leader man asked Zhang Yang in a gray leaf language.

"I, I'm from the third sequence. I'm smuggling, and the boat capsized. Oh, an ancient God woke up and capsized the boat, so I sank to the bottom of the sea, and I came here."

A stammering answer tells the truth, but the most important part is missing.

"Ancient god? What ancient god

Sure enough, the leader's attention was drawn.

"I don't know, but I vaguely heard a chant, which seemed to be -" ancient ashes, the long wind of the sky, the ruins of time, the master of thunder, anger and death, the ancient god from the first sequence, who has been sleeping for countless generations, is about to wake up. "

Zhang Yang truthfully takes out the information given to him by the will of the immortal world.

So the leader man and the old man on the opposite side were all in deep meditation. After a long time, the old man said thoughtfully, "leader, according to this description, the awakened ancient god is very similar to the Supreme Juque of the Juque Protoss. Is he dead?"

"After all, after five billion years, anything can happen, but it's so sad that the Supreme Juque of the Juque Protoss can come back to life, but the supreme song of the Huiye Protoss will sink here forever."

Zhang Yang looks at the two guys and sighs, but his heart is full of remorse. He can think that the ashes cemetery is the garbage dump of the world, but he really doesn't think that there will be ancient gods in the garbage dump. These two guys can live in the ashes cemetery for five billion years, and he can't deal with them any more.

"I'm afraid the supreme long song can never be revived. Chief, our top priority is to send out the power of the supreme long song and find a perfect inheritor."

When the old man said this, he looked at Zhang Yang.

It's not easy for Zhang Yang to be glad to hear that. Is it possible that someone's golden finger has finally arrived home by express delivery? It can be inherited by an ancient god. Hahaha! Should I be modest.

Just thought of here, the old man directly and brutally grabbed Zhang Yang, and directly took a strange branch and inserted it into his Tianling cover.

"Hey, I'll do it. What are you doing?"

The publicity is flustered.

But the old man and the man simply ignored him, just wrapped up all kinds of strange materials for Zhang Yang. At this time, Zhang Yang was horrified to find that all his memories were transferred out, and there was no privacy at all.

"Virus?"

"Anti virus hunter? What is it

"Well, I have found one of his blood relatives who meets the inheritance conditions of the supreme song. Chief, this is the first alien who has intruded here in five billion years, and it is estimated that it is also the last one. Coincidentally, he still has the blood gene of the yellow leaf people in the sky. This is our only chance. The Supreme Juque of the Juque Protoss has awakened. We must find a way Send out the inheritance of the supreme song. "

"With him, he is as weak as a mole ant, but you are right, elder. No one can escape from the ashes cemetery. This is the only way, but his blood relatives seem to be too weak."

"It doesn't matter. There should be some surviving descendants. With his blood and his blood, the inheritance of the supreme long song will go up against the current. In the end, at most a thousand years, the inheritance of the supreme long song will fall on his blood relatives."

When the old man said that, he grabbed a figure from the publicity memory. It was his little cousin Mu Shaoan.

But Zhang Yang can't even speak at this time, so he can only watch it. There is a big terror floating in his heart, because he has already guessed the truth of the matter, that is, he may sacrifice him to help his little cousin.

"It's true that there is reincarnation in the way of heaven. Who has heaven spared? Wuwu - cousin, I'm wrong!"

Next thing, Zhang Yang had no resistance at all. He and the old man were arranged into a huge altar. First, the old man voluntarily sacrificed himself with blood. The whole person was directly ground into a river of blood by the altar. Then a blood light wrapped Zhang Yang. Finally, the leader carefully took out a lifelike head and put it into the altar.

And then - bang, no more.Zhang Yang was sacrificed by blood.

A more terrifying blood light rushed out of the cage, out of the world, out of the ashes cemetery, and towards the unknown direction.

"Damn it

Naturally, the movement could not be concealed from the two God jailers outside. They were angry to fight with the leader, but the leader man had long been determined to die. In order to reincarnate the inheritance of the sacred song of the grey leaf Protoss, he would die together at all costs.

However, when the three men fought, they didn't notice that when the blood light rose up, another powerful and mysterious force pulled the publicity soul out of the blood light and finally injected it into the sword.

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"sneeze!"

"Cousin? Why did I dream about this fat house! Bah, bah, bah, bad luck for my day. "

In a simple fortress built with a gas station as the main body of the building, Mu Shaoan wakes up from his sleep. It's quiet all around, but he doesn't like it. Now it's the 18th day in the seven day killing world, and there are two corpse tides. He has to continue to practice his shield skills. Oh, the most important thing is cutting wood spears.

A dagger appears in the hand silently, as if it is more dexterous.

Mu Shao'an didn't care. He grabbed the sandalwood square that was 20 cm thick and cut it quickly. This was his cultivation.

However, he didn't notice that a blue whirlwind fell into the sandalwood square when he just woke up. Mu Shaoan just felt that today he could easily form some unspeakable tacit understanding with the sandalwood square, especially when he regarded the sandalwood square as the cousin of the dead fat house!

"Come on, if I can go back to the real world one day, I will catch this fat man and beat him up!"

Mu Shaoan didn't know why. Anyway, when he first saw the fat man in primary school, he was angry.

"Calm down, calm down!"

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