Onmyoji's Secret

Chapter 280
When I just closed my eyes, an extremely familiar aura that made me feel close was continuously escaping from Can Cong's body next to me, and penetrated into my body.At this moment, I seemed to have fallen into a very strange state. All the fear in my heart disappeared suddenly, and my mind was empty, without sadness or joy.

There was a sound of chanting in my ears. This sound was like the prayers and beliefs of all living beings to the gods. It was full of piety and fanaticism, which made my blood boil. There was a slight fluctuation in the thing that had been silent for countless years.

I opened my eyes, and found that I had walked out of the white coffin at some point, and I was standing alone on the towering stone wall, the wind was blowing my hair, and my clothes were fluttering.

I stood on the edge of the stone wall and looked down. At this moment, my eyes seemed to be able to see through the ages and across countless mountains and rivers.

On the banks of the ancient Yellow River, in a majestic and huge city, a baby was born, his appearance was weird, his eyes were bulging out, like a deformed freak.

The mother who gave birth to him hated him, and the father who was the leader of the tribe hated him. Only an old woman raised him with mouthfuls of diluted goat milk.In his childhood, he was ridiculed and ridiculed by the children around him. Even if he was the leader's child, he was still called a monster.

Day after day, year after year, when this child grows up day by day, his body becomes stronger and his temperament becomes more tenacious, but the people around him hate him more and more. The eyeballs bulged nearly an inch long, no one wanted to communicate with him, and everyone regarded him as a demon.

Until that day, his father, who ascended to the throne of God, told him that he would be entrusted to the land of Shu, thousands of miles away, and let him take the people granted to him to fight against the barbarians there, to promote the reputation of the Huaxia tribe in Zhongzhou, but in reality It was just to let the shame of the imperial family leave China and stay in that barren land forever.

The descendants of the Yellow Emperor don't need this kind of monster!

He has long been used to silence, and silently led the group of old and weak people who were given to him to follow some westward tribes on a distant journey.Because of his weird appearance, even the tribes that were given to him were unwilling to submit to his leadership, and they defected to other tribes one by one. After a long journey, he has long been familiar with that kind of loneliness. As a member of a tribe The leader has become the object of ridicule and ridicule by everyone.

Until, the westward-moving tribes came to the Qingyi River Basin in the southwest, where they were attacked by the most powerful barbarians in the area.Facing the strange and powerful witchcraft of the Goki people, the heroic Chinese warriors were hard to match. They fell in a pool of blood one by one. Their flesh and blood were used as food by the Goki people, and human skin and bones became the basis of witchcraft. Material.

With three defeats and three defeats, great panic spread among all the tribes. The ferocious Goki people are about to turn these Chinese people who migrated thousands of miles into dead bones.At this moment, he stood up, the blood in his body was boiling, and the fighting instinct was awakening.

He is the son of Emperor Zhuanxu, possessing the most powerful bloodline in the world!
Facing the attack of the Goki people, he led the people to use the white stone as a weapon, took the lead, and with his most brave posture, he broke all the spells of the Goki people, fought, and wiped out the clan!
Finally, he led his people to take root in this land, used force to conquer the barbarians in Shu, and used advanced Chinese civilization to influence this barbaric land.Developing agriculture, raising silkworms and growing mulberry, he spread everything he learned in China on this barren land, making his tribe stronger and stronger.When barbarians one after another surrendered at his feet, when everyone in the entire Minjiang River Valley worshiped him as a god, looked at him with worship and respect, and even worshiped him with his deformed eyeballs. Totem, and honor it.

At that time, he was standing on the bank of the vast Minjiang River, looking at the ancient giant city thousands of miles away, at that moment, he just wanted to say to the emperor that he was not a monster!But the real descendants of the Yellow Emperor, the king of all living beings in the entire Shu land!
The years are long, like spinning wheels, passing by in a flash.

Countless years later, he was old and frail, and lost the vigor of his youth.At this time, his son, as the successor of King Shu, was brave and handsome. He did not inherit his deformed eyes, but he had the inheritance from a powerful bloodline.

Originating from his childhood desire for power, he was unwilling to let go of the power in his hands, and even if his body was in decline, he was unwilling to give up this position to his children.Over time, a kind of resentment grew in the heart of a certain young man.Until that day, he was standing in front of the bed vigorously, while he was lying on the bed weakly, looking at each other without saying a word.

A pair of strong arms lifted the aging him from the bed, just like the handmaiden who took him out of his mother's birth canal countless years ago. The difference is that one gave him new life, while the other brought him to death.

When he was put into the white coffin, a pair of deformed eyes stared at the heroic face, which showed a hideous and carefree face, the young man opened his full lips slightly, and said to him: "You are old, you should have died long ago!"

The coffin was closed, and darkness and silence obscured his senses.Outside, countless Shu people and Qiang people came to mourn their great kings and gods. Their pious and mournful voices pierced through the whole world, but no one knew that in the white coffin, there was still an old hand that kept shaking Clutching the tightly closed lid.

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The vicissitudes of life, the strong wind blowing across the earth, brought me wisps of melancholy.

At some point, something called tears kept sliding down my cheeks. When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was boundless darkness and dead silence.

But I know that lying on the opposite side of me is an ancient king, his deformed and withered eyes are staring at me firmly under the bronze mask, telling me about his tragic and brilliant life.

I feel that at this moment, I seem to be one with this ancient corpse in front of me, all the emotions in him burst out in my heart, he is me, I am him, strands of mysterious breath From his body to mine continuously.

This is a resonance that comes from the blood, from Baishi and the luck of the Qiang and Shu that I have inherited!
My blood has completely boiled, and the imprint of the sun god bird on the left shoulder is red, even releasing a faint red glow in the darkness, the scorching feeling spreads to the whole body, the skin is scorching like heat, and the sweat on my body evaporates into Pieces of white mist rose up.

A power that has been hidden in the deepest part of my life for a long time began to be awakened, revived, and gradually penetrated into every muscle, every bone and every cell in my body.

At this moment, a shrill roar of dragons and dragons resounded quietly all over my body, and a faint blue light shone continuously on every inch of my skin. His body gave me the blood and strength of a dragon.

But at this moment, facing the power that appeared from the source of my life, the source left by the green dragon seemed to be trembling and frightened, and it actually began to peel off from my body.

Severe pain was transmitted from every part of my body in an instant. This was the effect of being stripped of the dragon's origin, which made me groan in pain involuntarily.

But soon, with the departure of the blue light, a faint golden light began to spread in my body. Wherever it passed, the original pain was forcibly suppressed, and my weak body recovered Power, and this power is different from the source of the previous Qingjiao, because he belongs to me, and has been lurking in the deepest part of my body since I was born, and until today, I have completely revived him in the resonance with Can Cong .

When the faint golden light enveloped my whole body, all the blue light was expelled from my body.

Bloodline, recovery...

(End of this chapter)