Chapter 3133 Precepts From Ancestors

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Several members of the Yao clan in the cellar recognized the soldier.

"Yao Cheng! What's going on outside?" A woman asked hastily.

"Auntie! This area has fallen! Uncle, father, grandfather, and cousin are all dead..."

Yao Cheng didn't have time to recover from his internal injury, so he vomited blood.

"Ahem...there are too many demons, killing wave after wave, we can't stop it!"

"Everyone, run to the secret road behind! How many can run, let's hold on for a while!"

"Where else can I go... The road behind is blocked by landslides!"

"Going out is a dead end, this is the world of demons."

There were bursts of despairing sighs and bitter laughter of resignation, making the cellar extremely bleak.

A childish voice ran to the side and asked, "Uncle Yao Cheng, where is my father?"

"Huan'er?"

When Yao Cheng saw Xiaohuan'er, two lines of blood and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Huan'er's mother was covering her mouth behind her, trembling all over, crying uncontrollably.

The cellar was quiet, and everyone knew that Huan'er's father had died in battle.

The little girl was ignorant, but as if she understood something, big tears rolled in her eyes, she pursed her lips but refused to cry.

"Boom!!"

A dark demon power fell into the tunnel!

"Get down quickly!!"

Yao Cheng turned pale with fright, and tried to resist with the remaining force of chaos.

A portable umbrella-shaped spiritual weapon suddenly opened, forming a golden protective wall.

Most of the clan warriors did not have the cultivation base to open the sky, so they could not use pure primitive power.

But relying on the background of the clan, there are many spiritual weapons that can resist one or two in battle.

But the shock wave of the power of the devil, after all, it is impossible to bear it all the time.

This umbrella-shaped spiritual weapon has reached the end of its strength!

"Keng Keng Keng—"

The ribs of the umbrella continued to crack, and they were about to break!

"No!—" Yao Cheng yelled unwillingly.

If he falls, the hundreds of women and children behind him will all be buried under the power of the devil in an instant!

A hand suddenly passed from behind Yao Cheng over his shoulder.

A dazzling flame lit up the helpless faces of everyone in the cellar.

Cang Yan swept out, completely evaporating the surging devil power!

"Blue Dragon?"

"Patriarch Ji Zhihei!?"

Yao Cheng turned his head and saw the man who took off his hood, he shouted in shock!

"Thanks for your hard work," Ji Zhihei smiled embarrassingly.

"Old Ancestor...they said you have already run away! You...you didn't leave!?"

If Ji Zhihei really wanted to leave, he would definitely not stay in the cellar.

This point, Shenlong's people are very clear.

The strategic level wants to run with all its heart, and it is difficult to be stopped.

Therefore, when Ji Zhihei appeared in the cellar, everyone was somewhat surprised.

Although he didn't fight outside, he didn't leave after all.

Everyone felt that Ji Zhihei must have his considerations.

"You are seriously injured, please rest first."

Ji Zhihei stretched out his hand and slapped out the power of green wood, making Yao Cheng as fast as a shower of rain, and the wounds corroded by the power of the devil all healed!

"Ancestor! I don't need to rest! I want to fight! With you here, we still have a chance!!" Yao Cheng's eyes were burning.

Ji Zhihei frowned: "You...don't blame me for not making a move just now?"

"Strange! I even hate it! But Yao Cheng dare not forget the ancestral training of the Shenlong clan!"

Ji Zhihei froze for a moment, then smiled wryly...

"This ancestral precept is very harmful..."

Cangzhou Shenlong clan is recognized as the orthodox ancestral land.

Although it is not clear how the oldest period was born, or whether there was migration, it is indeed the oldest, and it is too long to be studied.

And in the ancestral ancestral hall of Shenlong City, on a jade plaque hanging high above, there is an extremely short ancestral motto-"Only One"!

That's right, it is domineering, arrogant to the extreme!

It's as if the ancestors told the descendants that the Shenlong clan must be the number one, the lord of all clans, you should be so crazy.

There are no details about what the word "duzun" stands for and what is the deep meaning behind it.

What he realizes depends on the thoughts of the descendants of the dragon.

However, many scholars of the Shenlong family believe that it is precisely because they have watched the "supreme" ancestral training since they were young that the geniuses of the Shenlong family often "let themselves go" and lack some awareness of ethnic unity.

The advantage is that the number of emperor-level artistic conception comprehensions of the Shenlong clan has exceeded the sum of all other clans since ancient times.

The number of strategic ranks has always been leading, and it is somewhat inseparable from this soil for freely cultivating geniuses.

Shenlong's genius has the highest degree of freedom. As long as you are strong enough, no matter how outrageous your style of acting, everyone will think it's okay.

To do one's own thing and to be the only one respected is what the ancestors hoped for.

Feng Xiaotian is such an inconspicuous person, but he is strong enough to be admired by thousands of people.

Back then, Ye Junyang, the big devil, used the word "supreme" to the extreme.

Even so, the Shenlong family never took off the jade plaque of ancestral precepts.

Because everyone knows that everything has pros and cons.

In the whole journey of cultivation, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Most of the time, only extremes can cause miracles.

"Patriarch Ji Zhihei, you run away, we recognize you.

After all, ten people from Shenlong City combined are not as precious as one Qinglong like you!

You stay, I, Yao Cheng, am grateful!

I am willing to join you in avenging the dead siblings! ! "Yao Cheng's eyes were red.

Ji Zhihei patted him on the shoulder, and started to walk out of the tunnel.

"Ancestor Ji Zhihei, are you going to run away?" Huan'er asked.

Ji Zhihei turned his head and smiled faintly: "When the battle is over, the ancestor will teach Huaner how to play chess!"

In the cellar, pairs of gloomy eyes once again shone with hope!

In Shenlong City, corpses are scattered all over the place.

A large number of low-level demons are eating human flesh and blood like beasts.

Feng Yuzhi waited for a group of people, guarding around the last ancestral house, looking at the sea of ​​fire, feeling sad from it!

"City Lord! It seems... I will die today!" Feng Yujian gasped.

"Death...you have to drag your back enough!" Feng Yuzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes.

"Here it comes again! How can this devil live longer than a pig?!"

In the sky, there was another round of attacks, a large number of winged demons, carrying all kinds of demons, thousands of people, it is not known which rounds of attacks will come!

Although there were quite a few demons killed and injured, humans almost exchanged ten or even more deaths and injuries for killing one.

Humans simply cannot bear such consumption.

Seventy percent of the city has died in battle, without support!

The army of demons is endless!

"Burning the city!"

A burst of blue flames blazed in the sky, forming a tendency to burn the sky!

The spark instantly started a prairie fire, and the blue light lit up the sky!

Thousands of demons screamed, burned and fell, or turned into ashes directly!

"Ancestor Ji Zhihei!"

Feng Yuzhi waited for a group of clansmen, weeping with excitement!

They thought that Ji Zhihei had already run away, it was a glimmer of hope born of despair!

"Cyanwood Seven Star Pillar!"

Ji Zhihei erected seven sky-reaching blue wooden pillars around the ancestral house to quickly recover the injured of these clansmen.

A group of Shenlong warriors who survived with difficulty felt that they had vitality again, and they were all passionate.

Qinglong is not only powerful on its own, but the help it can bring to the clan in large-scale wars is unmatched by other strong clans.

"Don't be too happy...the battle has just begun..."

Ji Zhibai smiled wryly towards the wind and the others.

Before the words fell, there were bursts of seductive laughter in the sky...

"Little Qinglong, I have been waiting for you for a long time, and finally I am willing to come out? Everyone is so bored and wants to sleep..."

With a yawn, a female demon walked out from a round of colorful space doors.