Chapter 1378

"Lao Yi, have you ever heard of Haihuang?" Liu Lang can't help but communicate with Yi Xingchen.

"No Yi Xingchen replied simply: "it was hundreds of thousands of years ago that the soul clan moved to the three realms. At that time, the three realms were in chaos. The Terrans and the demon clans fought every day. If there was such an existence as the emperor of the sea, there would be no fight."

"So it is." Liu Lang nodded slightly. The man in White said that a million years ago, when the three continents had not yet broken into countless small worlds, the land did not even appear, and there was water everywhere. What happened at that time, I am afraid, has been annihilated in the long river of time.

Compared with Liu Lang's calmness, Li on one side has dropped his chin to the ground.

The past of Tachypleus is so brilliant that it is even the strongest race in the world. Now, it has been reduced to one of the weakest races in the world. If the ancestors of Tachypleus knew this, the coffin would be too much to hold down.

As the prince of Tachypleus, Li is also full of guilt.

But what to be afraid of, the white shirt man asked softly: "how is the Limulus now?"

"What is it now?" Li was a fool. If the ancestor of Tachypleus knew that the present Limulus people had reached the point where everyone could step on their feet, they might have slapped him to death,

"the situation of Tachypleus is not bad." At this time, Liu Lang set up a stubble beside him. "Although it is not as good as your time, it also has its own fiefdoms. The number of clansmen is not large, but they live and work in peace and contentment. Now it is a peaceful era, and we pay attention to win-win cooperation. There is not so much fighting and killing. We live a carefree life. "

"Benefactor!"

After listening to Liu Lang's serious talk, Li almost burst into tears. No wonder he was a mortal. He was not only rich, but also possessed all kinds of high-end immortal tools. His ability to adapt to circumstances alone left him a thousand miles away.

"The age of peace..." The white shirt man chewed these four words, moved a little, then glanced around the million corpses, muttered to himself: "it seems that at the beginning, our sacrifice was not in vain."

Although the white shirt man is still unknown, but Liu Lang from the present situation, as well as the white shirt man's words, vaguely have some speculation.

In order to confirm his conjecture, Liu Lang hesitated for a moment, summoned up courage and asked, "master, there are always space storms in this sea area. Dare you ask if it is related to the altar under your feet?"

"You are a little generation, with average accomplishments and a lot of knowledge." The white shirt man looked at Liu Lang, his face lit up with a smile, and then sighed: "for millions of years, no one has ever been here. I'm afraid that that period of history has long been forgotten. It's unfair to the dead. Since you ask, I'll tell you about it."

Liu Lang and Li erect their ears.

The history of a million years ago is something that you can't hear from ordinary people. Moreover, from the tone of the man in white, you can tell that the next story will surely solve the mystery of the place where the bones were buried.

"Our world was born hundreds of millions of years ago. In the course of hundreds of millions of years, life has been born and life has been dying out, passing through one era after another..."

The white shirt man's voice is low. With his narration, Liu Lang and Li have a new understanding of the world.

The so-called era, in fact, is the process of the rise and fall of the three continents every time. This is an unavoidable thing. Even the men in white clothes can't explain clearly what the three continents looked like before the era of the emperor of the sea, because, like people today, they can't understand their era, they don't know the previous era.

Each era ends with a catastrophe sweeping across the continent, with the loss of high-level practitioners, the extinction of the old race, the birth of a new race, and then a little bit of evolution, becoming stronger, ushering in a new era.

Unfortunately, the white shirt man was born at the end of the last era. A group of strong people from outside the country opened the way to the three realms, and prepared to turn the three realms into their slaves.

As the sea emperor's white shirt man, he had to use the long-standing taboo array of Tachypleus. He sacrificed millions of fairyland practitioners with sacred utensils as the eye of the array, strangled the foreign invaders and sealed the foreign access to the three realms.

The man in white speaks very plainly.

However, looking at the millions of corpses around him, Liu Lang seems to have returned to the millions of fairyland practitioners who, among them, are powerful in heaven. In order to change the freedom of the three realms, they sacrificed themselves and died generously.

Even if you don't live in the scene, just think about it, you can feel the tragic and tragic.

If it had not been for these people, the three realms would have been another scene. Terrans and demon clans would not even appear, let alone the war between the two clans and the establishment of the heaven court.

However, to this day, no one knows them.

"Master, you..." After listening, Li was speechless, while Liu Lang wanted to stop.

"You want to ask, what am I alive?" The white shirt man seems to be able to read the heart of the people, a guess Liu Lang heart.

"Yes." Liu Lang nodded."In fact, I was dead long ago. At the moment when the taboo array was opened, I died. Others sacrificed Dazhen, while I, sacrificed the eye of the array. In order to ensure the normal operation of the taboo array, I gave up my body and soul, and became one with the sacred utensils, and became the spirit of sacred vessels! " White shirt man tone is insipid, looking at the altar at the foot said.

"The spirit of the sacred instrument?"

Liu Lang's head banged to the ground. At this time, he realized that the real eye could not see through the white shirt man, not because the cultivation of the white shirt man had reached the holy realm, but because the white shirt man was not a normal life body.

As an artifact, the white shirt man has gone beyond the scope of the real eye.

"But even the spirit of the sacred instrument can't be immortal. I've been guarding here for millions of years. It's time to leave. I'm glad to see you at the last moment."

White shirt man will all the past, after the end of the story, it seems relaxed.

"More than a million years have passed, the passageway under the altar has been completely sealed by the power of the world, and the sacred utensils representing the brilliance of the Tachypleus should be seen again."

Looking at Liu Lang, the man in white shirt said, "in fact, you are much more clever than Li. If I can choose, I would like to give you this sacred instrument. However, this holy instrument is refined by the ancestors of Tachypleus clan. Only those who have the strongest blood of Tachypleus can refine it. So... "

White shirt man's eyes, shift to Li, "so, you are its new master!"

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