The Legend of Douba Resurrection

It was Xun'er who was soft-hearted and couldn't stand it any longer, so she made a sound to help Xiao Zhan out of the siege.

"Ahem, everyone, please follow Xiao Zhan."

Xiao Zhan secretly gave Xun'er a grateful look, and immediately flew out of the shuttle.

Gu Yuan and the others looked at each other helplessly. Although they wanted to ask how the Xiao Clan got the ancient Bodhi tree, Nefei and Xiao Zhan really didn't cooperate. What do you think they can do?

Forget it, let's go see Xiao Xuan first.

Several people shook their heads almost synchronously, followed Xiao Zhan in front and flew to the depths of Xiaodi Mountain Range.

Along the way, they had also secretly observed the people of the Xiao ethnic group who lived here, and after discovering that the quality of the people of the Xiao ethnic group was not weaker than theirs at all, and that these clans whose power of the Emperor Dou's blood had not been exhausted, they also had a stir in their hearts. Some waves.

What happened to the Xiao Clan after a thousand years?

Is all of this Xiao Xuan's method?

At this time, they were more and more looking forward to meeting Xiao Xuan face to face.

On a steep mountain peak, a tall figure stood with his hands behind his back.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The sound of breaking wind attracted the attention of the figure in gray shirt, and he slowly raised his head to look at the figures in the sky.

The few people who had just landed on the ground were slightly taken aback when they saw the receiving person in front of them, and then Yan Jin glanced at this person and said with a smile: "Xiao Chen the blood axe, I never thought that as the fifth member of the Xiao clan, You, one of the outstanding ones, actually avoided the great change of the Xiao Clan with the help of the Demon Fire Dimension."

"It's all just old stories. Everyone, please follow me. Brother Xiao Xuan is waiting for you in the main hall."

Xiao Chen nodded calmly, and led a few people to the Zongsi Hall in front of him.

Gu Yuan looked at Xiao Chen's broad back, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

The period when the relationship between Xiao Clan and Gu Clan was the best was when the two clans joined hands to fight against the Soul Clan thousands of years ago. At that time, the patriarchs of the two clans also visited each other frequently.

As Xiao Xuan's cousin, Xiao Chen is also a strong fighter, so Xiao Xuan would often bring Xiao Chen with him when he visited the ancient clan, saying that it was as a guard, but in fact it was just to let him increase his experience.

So Gu Yuan had seen Xiao Chen before.

As the head of the clan, Gu Yuan's ability to recognize people is still very accurate, while Xiao Chen is moody and has a high self-esteem.

But now Xiao Chen can no longer find the shadow of the high-spirited blood ax Xiao Chen back then, and there is only Xiao Chen, who is as thick as a mountain, from the Xiao family.

Xiao Chen's current temperament is somewhat similar to Gu Lie, the black king of the ancient clan.

After walking through a forest path, an incomparably magnificent hall appeared in front of everyone.

Outside the ancient and majestic hall, two rows of eight people stood awe-inspiring.

They are like the ancient puppets guarding the ancient sites, motionless, silently and loyally guarding the holy place in their hearts.

"Isn't this the bodyguard that was responsible for protecting Xiao Xuan when Xiao Xuan was the patriarch of the Xiao clan? It is said that they fought to the death to protect Xiao Xuan during the siege of the Soul Clan against Xiao Xuan, and finally died of exhaustion. .”

Lei Ying murmured after glancing at the eight people.

"Well, I remember that at the end their remnant souls were sent to the heavenly tomb just like Xiao Xuan's. It seems that they do have some method of resurrecting their souls."

Yanjin nodded in affirmation.

Xiao Chen ignored the eight people, and walked to the entrance of the main hall step by step. With a slight push, there was a creaking sound of the door shaft turning, and an antique rosewood door was pushed open.

"Everyone, please!"

Xiao Chen bowed and saluted.

"Please!"

Gu Yuan and the others looked at each other subconsciously, and then walked towards the hall at the same time.

On the ground of the quaint and solemn main hall, there are patches of light spots formed by the sun's rays entering the main hall from the gaps in the windows, adding a touch of warmth and brightness to the whole main hall.

In the center of the main hall, there are a dozen or so idle green futons scattered here and there, all of which are woven from the branches of the ancient Bodhi tree, and from time to time, there is a trace of refreshing air that refreshes the mind. escaped from it.

The most striking thing is a figure sitting cross-legged on a futon.

This light blue figure sitting cross-legged on a futon with eyes closed, black hair shawl, slender figure, a face that is not extremely handsome, but always gives people a special taste, even if he is sitting quietly with his eyes closed , there was still a trace of a warm smile on it.

This was the first sight that Gu Yuan and the others saw after they entered the hall.

Perhaps disturbed by those soft footsteps, the body sitting cross-legged on the ground of the hall slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes are these?

A pair of black pupils, like a black hole, are deep and filled with a strange wisdom, exuding an intoxicating charm, and even make people feel guilty for accidentally disturbing it.

At the same time, at the moment when the green-clothed figure opened his ink-like eyes, this magnificent figure instantly came to life. This is a great existence that walked out of the long river of time.

The figure in the green shirt looked at the figures in front of him, a trace of memory flashed across his eyes, and then he smiled softly and said: "Everyone, will you be safe after a thousand years of separation?"

"Squeak!"

"Oh!"

The door of the Zongsi Hall that had just been opened was gently closed again.

......

The gate of the Zongsi Hall was tightly closed for three days, and no one knew what the top leaders of the five ancient imperial families had discussed inside, and what grand strategy had been decided that would affect the direction of the entire Zhongzhou. .