"There is a gap in the way of heaven, and the years are endless. I should have died a long time ago. Sooner or later, my soul will dissipate between heaven and earth. In the future, please take care of me!" The face of the ancestor Beiming became much older.
In this world, no one can live forever.
The Patriarch Beiming had already seized the house once, and even though he was attached to the imperial weapon, he still couldn't escape the fate of being destroyed.
Lu Yu knew very well that such a precious inheritance, even in the Zhuang family, must only be practiced by the closest direct line of blood.
The reason why Patriarch Beiming gave out generously is actually because there is no one in the dealer.
If it is not passed on, the inheritance may have been cut off.
"Even without your words, I will help you. In fact, you don't have to be depressed. If Dinglongjian can be promoted to a fairy weapon in the future, you can use a chance to increase your lifespan." Lu Yu could only comfort.
However, how difficult it is to achieve a fairy weapon.
Patriarch Beiming also knew this, he sighed and didn't say anything else.
"You actually agreed, so I will tell you my plan. Their sub-helm is preparing to conduct a sacrifice recently, and the leaders who are walking in various places will gather here."
Ancestor Beiming looked at the dark sky with a ferocious smile on his face: "It's just right, we can go in and catch them all."
The sky was as dark as ink, and soon it began to rain heavily.
The place was originally full of yellow sand, and the rain falling from the sky soon formed dense raindrops on the ground.
There is a house above the desert, which is brightly lit at the moment.
Countless figures fell and were welcomed in, and the melodious sound of chanting sutras could be heard faintly inside.
On both sides of the house, all flags are hung with blue lotus patterns drawn on them.
This is a sub-rudder of Qinglian Sect.
And each sub-rudder will control a surrounding area.
Whether it is the surrounding barbarian tribes, mortal kingdoms, or cultivation sects, there will always be a large number of Qinglian sects lurking in them.
And every once in a while, people from various regions will take people to worship Qinglian God.
As long as you sincerely worship and offer sacrifices, you can get the blessing of God.
"Tiannan Kingdom, offer 100,000 slaves and millions of livestock."
"Jianyang Sect, present three thousand flying swords and one billion immortal stones."
Outside the door, a monk stood expressionlessly chanting about those who came to offer sacrifices.
The eyes of all the presenters were full of fanaticism, and some of them bowed their heads and kowtowed before they even entered the courtyard.
At this moment, surrounded by the crowd, a young man in white slowly came to the door.
Kneeling in front of him, holding a head in his hand, he said with excited eyes: "Cultist Yang Ming, offer the head of the sinful person, and would like to offer everything in my Yang family, all to my God."
There are some similarities between the head in the young man's hand and the young man in white.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the young master of the Yang family actually killed his father!"
"This is really loyal. It seems that God will reward him with many good things this time!"
"The Patriarch of the Yang Family, Yang Taixing, is a judge under the Beiyan Mansion. He was regarded as a thorn in the side of God for a long time when he set up the task of destroying the Holy Cult. The young master of the Yang Family was able to kill this person, and his credit is not small."
The people watching around did not feel any surprises.
It seems that killing brothers and fathers is a very common thing for them. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com