Chapter 332 Blood Sacrifice Cousin
"Who are you?"
Zhang Yang blinked and pretended not to understand. In fact, he really shouldn't have understood. Without the language package left by the main body of the village construction order, all he heard was noise and bird calls.
However, faced with such a situation, the leader was not surprised. He nodded, and the old man took out another green leaf and motioned Zhang Yang to put it in his mouth.
In an instant, he mastered four languages as if he had suddenly been enlightened.
They are the Gray Leaf language of the Multi-Eared people, the Black Eye language of the Multi-Eared people, the Yellow Leaf language of the Multi-Eared people, and the God language of the Juque God tribe.
But what made him tremble with excitement was why the so-called Juque Protoss language looked so much like the language of the Abyss Demons, and it was the oldest and most powerful ancient demon language! "Now, do you understand what I am saying? Tell me which sequence you came from?"
At this time, the leader asked Zhang Yang in Gray Leaf language.
"I, I came from the Third Sequence. I was sneaking across the sea, but the boat capsized. An ancient god woke up and overturned the boat, so I sank to the bottom of the sea, and ended up here."
Zhang Yang answered stutteringly, and what he said was all true, except that the most important part was missing in the middle.
"Ancient God? What ancient god?"
Sure enough, the leader's attention was attracted.
"I don't know, but I vaguely heard a chant, it seemed to be - 'The Ashes of Antiquity, the Long Winds of the Sky, the Ruins of Time, the Master of Thunder, Fury, and Death, the Ancient God from the First Order that has slept for countless generations, is about to wake up.'"
Zhang Yang truthfully took out the information given to him by the will of the Xianxia Real World.
So the leader and the old man on the opposite side all fell into deep thought. After a long time, the old man said thoughtfully, "Leader, if this description is true, this awakened ancient god is very similar to the Supreme Juque of the Juque God Clan. Is he dead?"
"After all, five billion years have passed, and anything could have happened. However, the Supreme Juque of the Juque Protoss was able to revive, but the Supreme Changge of my Huiye Protoss will be doomed here forever. How sad it is."
Zhang Yang looked at the two guys sighing and regretting in his heart. He could imagine that the Ash Cemetery was the garbage dump of the universe, but he really didn't expect that there would be ancient god-level guys in the garbage dump. These two had been able to survive in the Ash Cemetery for 5 billion years. No matter how he looked at it, they were not someone he could deal with.
"I'm afraid that Supreme Changge will never be resurrected. Leader, our top priority is to send out Supreme Changge's power and find a perfect successor."
When the old man said this, he looked at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang was so happy when he heard this. It wasn't easy. Could it be that my golden finger had finally been delivered to my home? I was able to obtain an ancient god's inheritance. Wow, hahaha! Should I be modest?
Just as he thought of this, the old man grabbed Zhang Yang rudely and stuck a strange branch into his forehead.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"
Zhang Yang panicked.
But the old man and the young man ignored him and just packed up all kinds of strange materials for Zhang Yang. At this time, Zhang Yang was horrified to find that all his memories had been retrieved and he had no privacy at all.
"Virus?"
"Antivirus Hunter? What is that?"
"Well, we found it. One of his blood relatives meets the conditions for inheriting the Supreme Changge. Chief, this is the first outsider to break in here in 5 billion years, and probably the last one. Coincidentally, he still has the blood gene of the Sky Yellow Leaf People in his body. This is our only chance. The Supreme Juque of the Juque God Clan has awakened. We must find a way to send out the inheritance of the Supreme Changge."
"Rely on him? He is as weak as an ant. But you are right, Elder. No one can escape from the Ash Cemetery. This is the only way. But his blood relative seems to be too weak."
"It doesn't matter. Some of my descendants should still be alive. With my blood, combined with his, it will be enough for the inheritance of Supreme Changge to flow upstream. In the end, at most a thousand years later, the inheritance of Supreme Changge will be passed on to his blood relative."
When the old man said this, he forcibly grabbed a figure from Zhang Yang's memory. It was his younger cousin Mu Shaoan.
Zhang Yang couldn't even speak at this time. He could only watch with great fear in his heart, because he had guessed the truth of the matter, that is, he might be sacrificed to fulfill his little cousin's wish.
"It's true that there is retribution in heaven, and no one can escape it. Woohoo - cousin, I was wrong!"
Zhang Yang had no ability to resist what happened next. He and the old man were placed on a huge altar together. First, the old man volunteered to sacrifice himself, and his whole body was ground into a river of blood by the altar. Then a beam of blood wrapped around Zhang Yang, and finally the leader carefully took out a lifelike head and placed it on the altar.
And then—bang, it was gone.
Zhang Yang was sacrificed in blood.
An even more terrifying blood light rushed out of the cage, rushed out of this world, rushed out of the Ash Cemetery, and rushed towards an unknown direction.
“Damn it!”
Naturally, the noise could not be concealed from the two heavenly jailers outside. They were furious and fought with the leader, but the leader had already made up his mind to die. In order to allow the inheritance of the Supreme Long Song of their Gray Leaf God Clan to be reborn, he was willing to die together with them at all costs.
However, when these three people were fighting, they did not notice that when the blood light shot up into the sky, another powerful and mysterious force extracted Zhang Yang's soul from the blood light and finally injected it into the sword master-level sword.
——
“A-choo!”
"Cousin? Cou, why did I dream about this fat otaku! Bah bah bah, ruining my good luck for the day."
Mu Shaoan woke up from his sleep in a simple fortress built with a gas station as the main body of the building. The surroundings were very quiet, but he didn't care. Now in this world of Seven Days to Die, it was already the 18th day, and there were still two more zombie tides. He still had to continue to practice his shield striking skills, oh, and the most important thing was to cut the wooden spear.
A dagger appeared silently in his hand, and seemed to be more dexterous.
Mu Shaoan didn't care. He grabbed the 20-centimeter-thick sandalwood block and started cutting it quickly. This was his practice.
However, he did not notice that a wisp of green whirlwind sank into the sandalwood square when he just woke up. Mu Shaoan just felt that it was easy for him to form some kind of unspeakable tacit understanding with the sandalwood square today, and especially when he regarded the sandalwood square as that fat cousin, it felt especially comfortable! "Cou, if I can go back to the real world one day, I will definitely catch this fat guy and beat him up!"
Mu Shaoan didn’t know why, but he had been angry since he first saw this fat guy in elementary school.
"Calm down, calm down!"
(End of this chapter)
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