Supreme Juggernaut

Chapter 50 The person from 3000 years ago
Zhong Hongze took out a scarlet scarecrow figurine from the storage bag. It was only about the size of a palm and looked ordinary, but his face was full of pain.

"Hey, this old guy Wu Changhe must be staring at me, that's all, let's use this thing, if you can satisfy those old guys, the loss in the future will definitely be compensated."

After saying that, he bit the tip of his tongue, spewed a mouthful of blood, and sprinkled it on the bloody scarecrow.

I saw that blood-colored straw figurine expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just one breath, it grew to the size of a normal person. His body was still a straw body, but his face was flesh-colored, just like ordinary monks. No two.

The most weird thing is that he looks exactly like Zhong Hongze, his eyebrows, mouth, nose, eyes, etc. are all exactly the same, they are simply carved out of the same mold.

That "Zhong Hongze" had no expression on his face, and a strong power erupted faintly from his body, with a leisurely breath, as if a fierce beast was hidden in his body, which made people tremble.

At the same time, his own aura began to gradually decrease, all fluctuations in his cultivation were hidden, and he became an ordinary mortal.

A smile appeared on Zhong Hongze's face, and he murmured: "Now, Wu Changhe should not be able to find me."

He instructed the scarecrow to lie on the bed, and then quietly walked out of the room, swaying his body, and disappeared into the night.
Wu Changhe sensed a subtle fluctuation coming from Zhong Hongze's room. He frowned, thinking that he was practicing, and ignored it. Don't pay attention to what Zhong Hongze is doing.

At this time, Zhong Hongze had already walked out of the Xiong tribe, and followed the breath traces left by Xiong Xiao and Li Changan, chasing in one direction.

Zhongshan Tribe, in the clan ancestral hall, at this moment, countless frail and frail old men gathered here. Some of them leaned on crutches, some sat aside, and they were all quietly thinking about something, without speaking, the atmosphere A little dull.

Among them, the first high seat of the ancestral hall is a skinny old man sitting on it. His face is wrinkled, close to the bones of his face, his eye sockets are deep-set, and two deep green glows emerge, which looks a bit eerie and frightening. He was the leader, with a hint of respect on his face.

The dim candlelight swaying in the ancestral hall adds a sense of depression, making people feel like they are falling down.

Not long after, the gate of the ancestral hall was pushed open, and a burly man walked in. Everyone looked at him, with a hint of hope in their eyes.

"What's the reaction of the family artifact?" The old man sitting in the middle of the ancestral hall spoke first, the green lights in his eye sockets jumped violently, and his expression couldn't hide his excitement.

The burly man nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's the breath of a demon."

"Hahahaha! That's great. I didn't expect that there are bear tribes. After more than 2000 years, there are still inheritances. I thought they had long been obliterated in history." The one sitting in the first place The old man raised his head and laughed, his lips opened and closed, his expression extremely excited.

"Zhong Lin, if you take a group of people to the Bear Tribe, you must find out what happened. If the Magic Sutra is really born, you must get it here at all costs. If this happens, you should stand up Gong!" The old man spoke, and spoke to the burly man who walked in.

The burly man from Zhonglin quickly agreed, bowed his head and said yes, he is the contemporary patriarch of the Zhongshan tribe, and his status is extremely respected. This is in front of a group of old people with wrinkled skin and eyes who can't open their eyes, respectfully, Like a child, without any power.

"Zhong Tao, you go to meet Zhong Hongze. He just sent me a letter saying that he has locked down the biggest suspect and chased him out. You must leave immediately. You must bring this person to me alive!" The old man turned his head again and spoke to an old man standing at the end.

"It will not be humiliated."

Hearing the words, the old man of Zhong Tao's turbid eyes flashed with brilliance, he quickly agreed, got up and left immediately.

He is the Great Elder of the Zhongshan Tribe, and he usually has the power to be under one person and over ten thousand people, but now, here, he is also respectful and dare not be presumptuous.

"Zhong Lin, you can go too. Remember, you must keep the good news secret, and don't let it out to attract other people's attention."

"Yes, Old Feng."

Zhong Lin clasped his fists, his burly body moved, turned around and strode away.

Among the ancestral halls, the old man at the top of the high seat tapped the table with a withered bone hand, his eyes showed inexplicable excitement, and he murmured: "Xiong Shan, Xiong Shan, you are a generation of heroes, but unfortunately you still can't cross that line. , died too early."

A group of white-haired and chicken-skinned old men around them had a long breath. From the beginning to the end, they didn't say a word. It seemed that if they said a word, they would speed up the consumption of their life fire. However, they heard that they were sitting in a high position. What the old man said, there was an inexplicable look in their eyes, as if yearning and excited.

When they looked at Mr. Feng, there was a hint of awe in their eyes.

Old Feng, he has existed since they entered the holy land of the back mountain to continue their lives. Countless generations of patriarchs and elders have died, but he is still there. This time, his hiding place erupted even more. A strong fluctuation suddenly disturbed everyone and made them fearful.

Unexpectedly, he is still alive. It has been almost 3000 years since he was born last time. People in the Holy Land in the back mountain mentioned his existence faintly, and they knew that he was from [-] years ago, but they did not expect What's more, he is actually still there. This situation is simply unbelievable.

Living for a long time is a great skill, and they are all in awe.

Walking out of the small courtyard of the ancestral hall, Zhong Lin found that Zhong Tao was waiting for him outside, he frowned and walked over.

Although he is the Great Elder, Zhong Lin doesn't like his character, so if there is nothing important, he will not meet with Zhong Tao.

"Zhong Lin, tell me, what is that so-called magic scripture, which can make the legendary Feng Lao wake up again." Zhong Tao turned his back to Zhong Lin, and a gloomy voice floated out of his mouth.

"I don't know." Zhong Lin's words were indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Hey, don't you want to know?" Zhong Tao said, with a trace of hidden temptation in his voice.

"I don't want to, just follow Elder Feng's will and do it. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After saying that, Zhong Lin took big strides, didn't listen to Zhong Tao's nonsense anymore, walked into the night, his figure disappeared.

"Humph."

Looking at Zhong Lin's attitude, Zhong Tao's turbid eyes flickered like snakes, resentment arose in his heart, he snorted coldly, and left sullenly.

He originally wanted to join forces with Zhong Lin to search for the so-called magic scriptures, and then wanted to take advantage of it, but he thought that Zhong Lin was still so unkind, which made him unhappy.

In the night, the corners of Zhong Lin's mouth parted slightly, turning into an indifferent arc, and he snorted coldly in his heart: "For the sake of the Devil's Sutra, Elder Feng came out in person, you dare to make up your minds, you really want to die!"

As the patriarch of the Zhongshan tribe, he usually knows more secrets, and he vaguely knows that the so-called magic scriptures are extremely precious things, related to the inheritance of a tribe.

All the fluctuations outside could not be hidden from the elder Feng in the ancestral hall. He sensed Zhong Tao's movements and snorted coldly in his heart, but his face was as usual, his eyes were flat, and there was no fluctuation.
(End of this chapter)