Chapter 686： Reminiscing about ancient history

Mengmei's eyes are also hot.

Waiting for this moment.

In her view, Hermes and Caroline would definitely talk about some horrible historical truth.

She whispered seriously in her face, "Come and see Hermes! If I am not wrong, Carolyn, this is the most fundamental goal for you to come to this world."

In the eyes of Mengmei, the super ancient **** and the fallen Hermes, the two ninth ranks must have a big relationship, and even these players guessed: It is probably the super ancient god, the Hermes killed?

Caroline must be looking at the falling ninth order.

And Hermes, previously revealed, may also be a player?

Fairy soaring the ancient earth?

The terrifying ancient ninth order exists!

Therefore, she came to approach Caroline and knocked on the truth.

Right in front of me.

"What am I going to ask?" Carolyn hesitated and said, "How do I want to be the next you to carry that terrible mission."

? ? ?

Mengmei a question mark.

A few meanings, what's the situation?

What do you mean by being next, being killed like you? Or break through the ninth level like you?

Also, what does that terrible mission mean?

She was shocked in her heart, feeling that this would be a horrible and huge mysterious ancient history, more confusing than they imagined, it would be impossible, not a super ancient god, killing Hermes is so simple?

But why did he own the remains of Hermes?

Mengmei's mind was blank for a while.

Super ancient god!

The buzzing flash of this mysterious figure in her mind, and the very overbearing sentence that year: Then I will close my destiny, and you will decide your future!

"Brothers and sisters, the big thing is not good!"

Mengmei secretly posted secretly, "According to me forcibly trailing Caroline, the ancient history of this universe is more complicated than we thought."

"As for what happened later, stay tuned!"

At this moment.

"To be me?" The farmer slowly waved his **** and continued to cultivate the land. "Are you going to be a farmer like me, have you seen this farmland?"

Caroline looked at the farmland.

The cold winter fell to the ground, many paddy fields in the farmland withered, and only half of them survived, and the farmers hoeing the withered and necrotic rice fields, it seems that they want to replant.

"It's not easy to become a farmer. You have to be patient, tolerate loneliness, and cultivate in the fields, ignoring passers-by on the edge of the paddy path." The farmer said.

Carolyn nodded. "I understand the truth. Tier 9 is a long road. I can stand loneliness and other people's walking, but... I'm afraid I can't catch up."

"You want some help, go faster?" The farmer suddenly lowered his hoe.

Carolyn nodded.

This is a very real thing.

This single-wood bridge is too long, she hopes to go faster.

"What is rank nine?" said the farmer.

Mengmei's face was black.

How was the same problem with the gods at that time?

Is it possible to come up with the same answer again, using the dialogue between Messiah and King Wesley?

At this moment, Caroline stunned slightly, and still replied: "The ninth order, the aggregated life of ten billion cells, converged into a world."

"This is a concept, then what?" said the farmer.

"The specific process is the fusion of soul and body. All souls are completely and completely integrated into one trillion cells!"

She paused and pondered a few times, "All the soul will of that person is cast into the body, and every cell of one trillion yuan is smashed into its own soul brand!"

"That's enough, the answer has already been said." The farmer put down his **** and went to the field to clean up and prepare to go home.

"This?"

Caroline opened her eyes, puzzled.

Just a few simple sentences?

"It's too young to come to the Zen Master from a different world, but see Hermes but don't understand his habits."

Mengmei, on the contrary, has a normal face, a look that is so true, supporting her cheeks, thinking of a dumb mystery.

"Hermes, very unpredictable, seems to have guessed that in the distant future, someone will ask him in general, and will generally tell the answer in the oldest era." Mengmei's face explained seriously.

Caroline looked puzzled. "How is this possible?"

"Right! The reason you don't know is because you can't see this history, after all, it happened recently." Mengmei laughed and told Caroline about that history.

"This!?"

Caroline finished listening, only to feel a shock,

Mengmei said: "It's like before, the gods went to see that teacher, the answer to the question, actually already told us, through the Messianic Emperor came, for Wesley."

"Like it was before, Hermes once talked to Elmin and talked about the coordinates of a different world. Before that, Elmin went back to think about it and remembered that period of history."

"Every question has been written in thousands of years of history, so wonderful?" Even Caroline thought it was incredible.

What is the history in front of you?

Already told the ninth order mystery?

She kept thinking carefully.

Stepping on.

The farmer began to pack his luggage and returned along the village road.

The two silently dragged their backs to think, and there was nothing unusual about them. They followed the farmer back to the village.

The farmer entered the village, and his thick coat was removed. In this cold weather, wearing a thin vest, he came to a blacksmith shop next door: Jack Farm Tools Blacksmith Shop.

"Come to help?" The owner of the blacksmith shop was a big-breasted man. His shirtless man was wielding a sledgehammer and he was beating the red iron block.

clang!

Dang Dang!

The whole blacksmith shop was hot.

The farmer who had just entered the door also started to raise the furnace, lifted the hammer, and began to hammer iron.

It seems that after plowing the fields, the blacksmith shop that returns to the village will generally help with odd jobs in exchange for some wine money. This is the daily life of this farmer.

"Forged sword..."

Caroline suddenly thought of something. She seemed to have seen this scene in that old mythological story, constantly pondering memories, "Blacksmith? Ancient rivers and lakes? Right! Liu Jian, a family of swordsmen.... The young girl turned into the first assassin in the future, Liu Ren Tu."

That is the head of Shushan, Liu Wenjian.

Caroline suddenly stood staring outside the blacksmith's shop, whispering a story in it,

"After the house was destroyed, Liu Wenjian became a mad demon."

"She hates herself for being useless, not a boy, she hates herself for learning hard, but she can't wield the hammer,

She hates her powerlessness even more~www.novelhall.com~ The meridian is clogged, unable to practice, and cannot avenge her. She howled and cried hysterically, even extending her arm into the furnace, alive,

She was mad, she used her hatred to despair and sorrow, holding blood and tears, waving a small hammer, in the raging fire, enduring the pain, hammering her arm. "

"She put her life's **** tears, hatred, soul will, into various gods and gold treasures, forged into her arms, and then cut into swords."

"She called the sword a sick sword, saying she was seriously ill."

This description is extremely plain, but full of blood.

Caroline even more shocked, "She forged her lifelong hatred, blood tears, soul will, into the arm, this is the combination of soul and flesh..."

"Shushan!"

She turned her head suddenly, as if she saw the ninth-order truth written in the distant millennium.

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