The perfect ten evils rise again

Chapter 12 Immortal Ancient
An immemorial bull demon was dragged to the open space in the village, where it stood like a hill. Compared with it, people can only be regarded as ants.

"My God! The ancient relics, am I dreaming?" A clan elder trembled with excitement, his beard straightened.

"In our village, there is a primordial relic?" The other clansmen have not recovered until now, as if in a dream.

"Son, are you now... a blood-moving cultivator?" Shi Yunfeng greeted him and asked aloud.

Chi Cang responded with a smile.

"It's a blood-moving monk, but not all of them."

Hearing this, the old patriarch was surprised for a while, but didn't understand what the meaning was. Could it be that the blood-moving monks are still immortal?
Chi Cang didn't explain it, because it was beyond the understanding of the old patriarch, and he had gone to the outside world to see the world, but it was only relative to the villagers of Shicun.

Even in the memory of Shicun in Chi Cang's mind, there is no trace of the method of Taoism, as if it is a system forgotten by the world.

In fact, it is better to talk about the memory of Shicun than about Xiaobudian, because the perspective in the memory is all from him, and now, Chicang has seen Xiaobudian become a wasteland in the ancient country.

He has a feeling that these memories should be just the tip of the iceberg, and there are more behind, waiting for him to explore.

Next, the people in the village got busy. Although it was past midnight and it was time to fall asleep, everyone was so excited that they couldn't sleep. They picked up the broadsword and walked to the place where the beast tide fell to deal with those fresh beasts. body.

Chi Cang is also helping. Many powerful beasts can't be dealt with by Shicun's words alone. Moreover, the bloody smell from the tide of beasts will attract other beasts, which may cause casualties in Shicun. He needs to deter those uninvited guests. .

After a sleepless night, they were finally done with the bodies just as the sun was rising above the horizon.

There are several vats of ferocious beast blood essence alone, which is enough to provide children with a baptism that surpasses those of the big tribes. By then, Stone Village will also be able to cultivate extraordinary young people.

The village chief Shi Yunfeng didn't dare to delay, and immediately prepared the materials needed for baptism according to the ancient recipes handed down from generation to generation, and will take a medicinal bath soon.

"Huh? Do you want a medicine bath again?"

The older children let out a miserable cry, and felt a chill rushing towards Tianling Gai.

Seven months ago, they had just taken a medicated bath, and the pain was still fresh in their memory and unforgettable. As a result, only seven months later, they were going to do it again, and they naturally shivered in fear.

Only the little one didn't shout, his big eyes were shining, and he asked curiously: "Is it the medicine that tasted so good last time?"

"Yes, does the little one like to drink?" Shi Yunfeng said with a smile, stroking the little one's head, doting on him very much.

The little guy showed the color of memories. Last time, he was taken care of alone and put into the black cauldron in the village alone. Due to his height, he started drinking as soon as he entered, and kept drinking.

When he was fished out by everyone, his stomach was already swollen from drinking, and he was drunk and wobbly, as if he was drunk.

However, the taste of the paste is really good, and after drinking it, the whole body feels warm.

"Yeah, I like to drink." The little one's face was flushed, his eyes were shining, and the scalps of the older children were numb.

Xiaobudian is really not an ordinary person, he has no talent, and his appetite is unique in Shicun.

"Haha, this time the medicine paste tastes even better. Make sure that Xiaobudian can drink enough." Shi Yunfeng laughed heartily and was very pleased. He felt that Xiaobudian's future would be bright. If that was the case, he would have no regrets even if he died.

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Behind Shicun Village, in the midst of mountains and plains, Chi Cang walked alone, with no one around.

He walks like a dragon and a tiger, opening and closing, and has the aura of dominating the world.

Chi Cang stopped when he came to an old old tree.

This is an old jujube tree with intertwined roots and vines all over the place. I don't know how long it has lived. It is full of vicissitudes of life. After the scouring of time, even a tree that should be very ordinary will change. It's extraordinary.

However, this is not the point. The point is that on the branch of the old jujube tree, there is a beautiful bird with colorful feathers, which are very bright and peculiar.

Chi Cang knew about it, because Xiao BuDian often murmured that he wanted to catch the five-color sparrow, and since he was sensible, he was often teased by it to make him look ashamed.

Everyone in the village knew about this sparrow that was elusive, and the old jujube tree in front of Chi Cang was its nest.

"Did you call me here by voice transmission?" Chi Cang asked calmly, his eyes were sharp and penetrating, and he could see the extraordinaryness of the five-color sparrow, it was not a normal bird, but regardless What purpose does the five-color sparrow have? At this moment, he has no fear.

"Chirp..."

The five-color sparrow chirped happily and combed its feathers slowly on the branches. It was not afraid of strangers at all. Its eyes were very humane. It looked at each other, as if it was facing a person.

"it's me."

It really spoke, sending out a strange wave of soul, which was transmitted to the cocklebur, and it was the voice of a person.

"What's the matter?"

The five-color sparrow stopped moving and fluttered its wings, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like it was stretching.

Chi Cang's complexion remained unchanged, quietly waiting for the next sentence.

"After you recovered some of your cultivation, I have a sense of familiarity with you. I should have met you before, and maybe I have a certain friendship, just like how I feel about the ancestor worship spirit." Wu Seque said Surprisingly, such a thing was said.

If it was someone else, I'm afraid they would have sneered a long time ago. A bird that said that it once had friendship with itself is suspicious from any angle.

However, Chi Cang believed it, he believed that his intuition was correct.

Therefore, he humbly asked the ancestors what the spirit is, and the origin and age of the five-color sparrow.

"The ancestral sacrifice spirit is the scorched willow tree in Shicun. He has passed through Nirvana many times, and then he was robbed and fell here, and was born again from the extinction."

"It turns out that Willow God is also called Zujiling." Chi Cang muttered to himself, remembering this title.

The five-color bird continued: "As for me, I don't know who I am. I'm just a remnant soul from the distant immortal ancient times. I don't know anything else."

"Xiangu? So, I am also from Xiangu? Can you tell me how many years ago Xiangu was?" Chi Cang searched for the memory of the word "Xiangu" in his mind, but he had no memory at all. The memory of Xiaobudian only stopped when he was named the Marquis of Huangtian, and it didn't involve any ancient immortals.

"It should be more than a million years." The five-color bird seemed to be unclear, and replied uncertainly.

"More than a million years?" Chi Cang was startled, that was really far away, so he was an ancient who lived for more than a million years?

"How were the creatures of heaven and earth in ancient times? Is there any difference compared with today?" Chi Cang asked. At this moment, he is really curious about ancient times.

"Xiangu...it was an incomparably brilliant era, I only remember so much, it was brilliant anyway."

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