Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 1588 I Want to Quietly Convict the Evil
Still the same face.

But people are different.

The ancestor who walked out of the myth, after three years of dying, just closed his eyes.

But what is alive now is even more mythical than a myth.

The leader of the Hou tribe actually didn't know the surname Lu or the village at all.

Even a priest who has lived long enough can only vaguely remember that this surname is awesome.

But it doesn't matter whether you know how awesome this surname is.

What matters is what the two of them have seen and heard in the past three years.

What you see and hear is simple.

Hou Yu, the ancestor who walked out of the myth, has done one thing in the past three years.

Save this man surnamed Lu.

To put it more complicatedly, it is to save this person surnamed Lu with all his might, exhaustion of all means, and everything in the Wuzhi Continent.

They can't forget every big tribe strongman who was captured here...

They can't forget every desolate beast standing at the peak of the Wuzhi Continent...

They can't even forget that two years ago, when the ancestor returned from the blood, he was carrying in his hand the magic witch that made the tribes fear...

What they can't forget the most is what the ancestor Houyu often said, what kind of ancestor witch, what blood essence...

There are too many things that I can't forget, as long as I look at Xie Tian who is sitting upright in front of me, everything will come to my eyes again.

They felt that the old ancestor Hou Yu deserved at least a thank you for what he did for this person.

The result was an extremely blunt question.

The leader was trembling with anger.

The old priest was suddenly taken aback.

It seems to be a bit of a mess...

Otherwise, why couldn't the person who the ancestor saved could not stand up?
But no matter what their emotions were, the two of them dared not do anything rude to Xie Tian.

Especially recalling Hou Yu's last words about treating this person as a little ancestor.

Seeing that Xie Tian was still struggling to stand up, the old priest slapped the leader on the back of the head, telling him to go away, and then said cautiously: "How about I help you?"

Xie Tian turned his head with difficulty and looked at the old priest.

The wrinkles on the old priest's face gave him a sense of space-time confusion.

It seems that when every wrinkle and fold are opened, there will be a strong breath of time.

Perhaps, this is a good time to further understand the meaning of time...

The next moment, Xie Tian shook his head and put aside this normal thought.

Now the thoughts are not normal.

Because the evil body is very abnormal.

To put it simply, he felt as if there were hundreds of Jie melting and binding holy cables in his body at this moment.

To put it more complicatedly, his evil body has become an existence filled with many unclear things, and he can't control it at all.

In general, he just lost control of the evil body.

This is just a joke, it's ridiculous, it's incredible.

"There's no need to help," Xie Tian looked at the old man and said after trying hard for a long time, "Please tell me, what happened to my body..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

He felt that if he asked this way, he might not get the most complete answer.

"Please tell me what you did to me."

The old priest was startled, then raised his hand tremblingly, and pointed to the side.

On one side, there is a mountain.

The mountain is smooth.

Covered with handwriting.

These handwritings were engraved by the old priest.

It records the whole process of saving Xie Tian in the past three years.

"Thank you." Xie Tian looked at the mountain and said softly, "I want to be quiet."

Standing in the distance, looking at Xie Tian who wanted to be quiet, the leader and the old priest were speechless.

People are alive.

The trouble also fell into their hands from the ancestors.

Not to mention anything else, just think about those tribes that were captured by Hou Yu, and then react to the Hou tribe...

"How to treat him, do you really treat him as a little ancestor?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in the leader's voice.

Witches are lawless.

Wu Zongheng is ancient.

Even the prehistoric can be broken.

Afraid of someone surnamed Lu?

"After all, you are young..." The old priest looked at the leader with the eyes of a kid, "I don't know how awesome the surname Lu is, but I vaguely remember that they are really awesome..."

The leader blushed a little at the sight of the old priest, dissatisfied but curious: "You don't remember anything at all?"

"I think about it..."

The old priest spoke slowly, as if he was remembering.

The leader had gone back to have breakfast three times, and the old priest finally spoke.

"I can't remember..."

The leader's face turned black.

"But that doesn't affect how we treat him, does it?"

The old priest accumulated the deep city palace through the years, hiding the memories that almost scared him to death at that moment, and said softly.

It's not that he can't remember.

But dare not say.

"Okay." Facing the old priest who relied on the old to sell the old, the leader really had no choice but to ask, "Then his other identity..."

"Heir of the Evil Emperor..."

Thinking of these four words, the old priest's wrinkled face couldn't help but twitch.

One identity is enough to run amok through the ages.

This one has two.

"It's a good thing that it's just a successor, and it's a good thing that the evil emperor died..." Recalling the evil emperor who represented one of the most powerful people in the ages, the old priest sighed, "Don't worry, what we have to do is not let him die in this land. mainland."

The leader's eyelids twitched, looking at Xie Tian who suddenly yelled madly, he couldn't help asking again: "What if he commits suicide..."

The old priest looked at the leader: "Xiao Shuoshuo, you have learned how to joke."

"It's not a joke, if he can't think about it..." The leader glanced at Xie Tian again, "Looking at him like this, I think it's really possible..."

The old priest also thought it was possible.

Fortunately, Xie Tian's yelling stopped abruptly, then he staggered to his feet and walked towards this side.

Seeing this, the old priest's eyelids twitched.

"You guys are saving me, right?" Xie Tian looked at the old priest.

The old priest squeezed out a childlike innocent smile: "Helping others is a glorious legend of my descendant tribe..."

"Since you are saving me, then may I ask," Xie Tian interrupted with a bit of a headache, "What's the matter with the Jie of the Void Saint Realm in my body melting and binding the holy rope?"

Old Priest: "..."

The speechless old priest almost wanted to tell Xie Tian that Hou Yu Patriarch planned to use Jie from the Nirvana Holy Realm to melt and bind the holy rope, and you happened to have it yourself.

A pair of jie smelting and binding holy ropes in the virtual holy realm is not enough to describe one ten-thousandth of the complex situation of the evil body.

But just this pair of Jie melting and binding the holy rope gave Xie Tian a headache.

That parallel pair of Jie melted and bound the holy rope, making it even more difficult for him to refine his body and break through the situation.

Now replaced by genuine.

Not only genuine.

Still an enhanced version.

Of course, what troubled him even more was that the mountain was densely packed with characters.

The characters are not big and the mountains are big, so it looks more complicated.

He vaguely guessed.

Perhaps because of the complexity, the person who saved himself had to use the Jie of the Void Saint Realm to melt and bind the holy rope, so as to trap, cover, and bind the new evil body that was almost pieced together with countless forces...

Otherwise, it will definitely fall apart, or explode.

Glancing at the innocent old priest, Xie Tian lost interest in speaking and walked away.

"Uh, where are you going?"

"Find a place to live."

"Oh, Xiao Shuoshuo, greet the guests quickly."

"Thank you, but just give me a room, I think, and be quiet."

"no problem."

"Also, thank you for saving me anyway."

It wasn't until Xie Tian's back disappeared that the old priest let out a long sigh of relief, and even muddy tears welled up in his old eyes.

"Old Ancestor, you, you can rest in peace..."

(End of this chapter)