Xi Jiuye's heart tremored.
Replaced by other people, if they dare to scold the ancestors of the Xi tribe so much, Xi Jiuye will definitely fight with him, and he will never die.
But the elder in front of me had a mysterious identity, revealing an indescribable majesty, and Rao Shixi Jiuye did not dare to rush into it.
"This old gentleman, what is your relationship with some of my ancestors?"
Xi Jiuye pressed his anger and asked carefully.
"What's the relationship? Those people, like me, are all generations. If they are your ancestors, then we are also one of your ancestors."
Ancestor Xi Year of the Witch?
Xi Jiuye was shocked again.
He quickly swept a circle in his head, and the Xi family did not have the name.
"You must be thinking, why has my name never appeared in the genealogy? Because I chose a different path from them."
Xi Wu seemed to see the doubt in Xi Jiuye's heart, and sneered twice.
The Xi nationality is the Meteor Clan. This secret has been concealed by the Xi nationality for thousands of years.
And at this moment, that shameful buried memory passed through Xi Wu's mouth and appeared again in front of Xi Jiuye.
For the first ancestors of the Xi nationality, it was a shameful past.
From thirty-three days to ninety-nine.
The Xi nationality became a mortal from heaven, this shame, the ancestors have branded the Xi nationality for generations.
Once in ten thousand years, Tianhe falls, and one day falls.
Feng Shui turns in turn. Today, 10,000 years later, it is the bright collar that fell, and 10,000 years ago, it was the Thousand Realms where the Xi people were ruthlessly abandoned by Tianhe.
Just like the bright collar of ancient and modern times, three thousand worlds lost their Tianhe overnight.
The immortal emperor Xi Tian of the Three Thousand Realms fell, and some of the heirs of Xi Tian took a group of people to the sky.
In the process of falling into the sky, a large number of people fell. When they arrived in the 99th place, the Xi people only had a population of less than 100,000.
It is precisely this method of resettlement of less than 100,000 people that has also led to differences.
The eldest son headed by Xi Zhongnian and others thought that since it had already fallen, they should find a way to live and work in the 99th place and save the lives of the Xi people.
In the process of falling into the sky, they were scared.
Those who disagree with it are the people headed by Xi Wu.
Xi Wu is also one of the few witches in the 3,000 world.
He was not reconciled to the fact that his three thousand worlds had just fallen. He was determined to return to thirty-three days, unwilling to accept the fact that the Xi nationality had become a mortal.
But this idea of Xi Wu was unanimously attacked by Xi Zhongnian and others.
They said that since ancient times, there has only been a meteor, and I have never heard of it.
Today, there are only 100,000 people left in the Xi nationality. They are unwilling to let their souls become charcoal. They want to take root in this place.
Even if you can't become a man of heaven, if you can become a strong player in the ninety-nine place, it is enough.
The two forces had a strong disagreement, and at the end they had to part ways.
Since Xi Zhongnian was the eldest son of the emperor, he gained more support. He plundered a lot of money and even wanted to assassinate Xi Wu.
Xi Wu had no choice but to hide into Wang Wushan alone.
And this hiding is ten thousand years.
In these tens of thousands of years, Wang Wushan was closed, and Xi Wu did not know that the ninety-nine places have passed through time and time, and the people like Xi Zhongnian and other people who had fought you to death in that year, also fell successively. Today's annihilated.
Xi Jiuye listened, and for a moment, he did not know the truth.
"Why, you do n’t believe it? How do you think the witch fan came from in your hand? It was just an offering made by the old man, it was made using the power of the North Star, so it will be treated by your Force, induce. "
Xi Wu sneered.
All in all, this is due to cause and effect.
He refined several pieces of witchcraft that year, and wanted to lure some "sacrificial offerings" into the mountains.
Of all the offerings, the only witch fan in front of him was the power of the North Star.
The power of the North Star was once the royal power of the three thousand realms.
Even among the heirs of the royal family, not everyone has the power of the North Star.
Thousands of celestial bodies fall into the sky, Xi people fall into the world, but the lineage of the Ke people royalty still retains part of the power of stars.
Xi Wu just didn't expect that after ten thousand years, there is still the power of stars in the blood of the Xi clan.
"Are you saying that this witch fan was made by you? Are you in the age of Wang Wu? Do you just ..."
Xi Jiuye is unimaginable. For thousands of years, how did Xi Wu survive in Wangwu Mountain?
"Wang Wushan, the Wu Wang is my Xi Wu. You and some of your companions took my refined witchcraft into the mountain, and then I discovered your existence."
Xi Wu threw the witch fan to Xi Jiuye.
He just wanted to lure some living people to eat for the "monster", but he didn't expect that there would be descendants of the Xi clan among the people who were eventually attracted.
Not only that, but the physique and ingenuity of this descendant is very good, and I do not know how many times stronger than Xi Zhongnian and others.
"You are the King of Wuwu Mountain? What about the map on the fan?"
After Xi Jiuye knew the identity of Xi Wu, he became more suspicious of the origin of Wang Wushan.
From the description of Xi Wu, Xi Wu is an ambitious person. He does not hesitate to stay dormant in Wang Wu Mountain for thousands of years.
"It has been made clear on the fan surface. At that time, the old man painted the fan, on the one hand, to lure people into Wang Wushan, and on the other hand, to prevent the old man from disappearing, the secret of Wang Wushan is forever."
Xi Wu said lightly.
He was in Wang Wu and stayed too long.
Long enough, he will forget his age.
Over the past 10,000 years, he has been waiting day and night, waiting for one day to be able to obtain the opportunity to re-enter the heaven.
Unfortunately, he never waited.
He did not know when he would die. Perhaps, in his lifetime, he would never have the opportunity to see the road to heaven open again.
"The walls of the Zhenmo Mountain and the road to the sky on the fan surface are both ..."
Xi Jiuye looked at the Witch King.
"The road to heaven is the road where we fell into the sky in the three thousand worlds. The so-called road to heaven is the road to thirty-three days. Whether it is a sky or a sky, we can pass from here. At that time, this is also our Xi nationality arrived The first stop of the 19th place. As a descendant of the Xi nationality, although you were not born at that time, you should not be unfamiliar with this. It is a sense of shame imprinted on the blood of all Xi people. "
During Xi Wu's speech, Xi Jiuye couldn't help but glance at the fan again.
The road that leads to the sky on the fan doesn't look as thick as the fingers, but does it carry the glory and shame of the Xi people?