Some people of the ancient tribe believe that the ancient ancestor has not died, but the ancient ancestor is still there! More ancient people believe that even if the ancient ancestor is really dead, his spirit is still there!
Still sheltering the entire ancient tribe, otherwise, how to explain the strangeness of the ancient ancestor statue in the three-veiled imperial city, and how to explain the gift of the ancient ancestor every time.
How to explain this. Whenever someone crosses the ancient path of the three-pointed god, there are a halo around the statue!
The ancient three-pointed god, when the first distraction, nine halos will flash around the ancient ancestor statue, the second distraction is 18 auras, when the third distraction, it will appear to the extreme The twenty-seven halo!
At this moment, in this ancient city of Shigu, outside the statue of the ancient ancestor, eighteen auras surround the ancient ancestor, emitting a soft light, and there are waves of ripples that seem to spread towards all directions, filling the entire ancient emperor. The city has attracted the attention of all the people here.
Song Tian stood thousands of feet away from the ancestral temple, looked at the mighty eighteen halo in the sky, was silent for a moment, turned and walked away. He came here three years ago to make up for what happened in the past and give back his heart. calm.
Now, he has been protecting Wang Lin for three years. Although he was not the only one who has been protecting the law in these three years, since Song Tian has come, he has made a decision in his heart. If he really encountered something that endangered Wang Lin in the process, He will definitely make a move.
Now that the first distraction was over, he felt that he had no need to stay anymore. Song Tian didn't look back. He gradually went away and returned to his original mountain, ignoring the affairs of this place, and continued to meditate.
Wang Lin clearly felt Song Tian’s departure. He sat cross-legged in the ancestral temple, and the soul of the soul condensed on his body was more than several times larger than before. With the growth of the soul, Wang Lin felt Although his cultivation level has not improved, it is a bit stronger than before!
With his cultivation base, even if it is so strong, it is amazing enough!
"If this time I cross the ancient tribe, I can successfully complete it, and get soul blood... Then I will go to the bridge of the sky again, I don't know if I can walk on the fourth bridge that I couldn't walk on back then!" Wang Lin murmured.
Wang Lin took a deep breath, his eyes flashed, and he looked up at the light and shadow floating above his head.
"It took three years for the first distraction, especially at the last moment, almost like death. If it weren’t for my will, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to merge and condense...
This ancient three-pointed god is related to will, but it is more... luck..." Wang Lin frowned. He now fully understands why few people are perfectly distracted.
Luck may happen once, or even twice, but three times in a row... it is extremely slim.
"Then this time..." Wang Lin closed his eyes, opened it suddenly after a long time, and confirmed his thoughts again.
"Luck is important, but if there is a strong will that can override everything, it can also be reversed!" Wang Lin pinched the tactics with both hands, pointed towards the light and shadow above, and at the same time, his eyes closed again!
The moment his eyes closed, the light and shadow on the top of his head shook suddenly, and thin cracks gradually appeared on it. The ancient way was dichotomized, and it was unfolded!
On the curtain of this ancient Imperial City, Xuan Luo looked down, with a smile on his face, he sat down cross-legged and continued to protect the Fa for this disciple.
In his heart, Dao Gu's line needs him to guard, but this disciple is also weak at this moment, and needs him to guard.
Time flies, and three years have passed.
The eighteen halos on the ancient ancestor statue in the Shigu Imperial City seemed to have been integrated with the entire imperial city, and many Shigu people were even faintly accustomed to the existence of this halo from their hearts.
Although they would still stare at the halo from time to time, any curiosity would slowly dissipate as time passed, and what was left now was just a guess.
Guessing the other party, in this second distraction, can persist for several years.
Three years later, another three years!
For six years, the eighteen halos of the ancient ancestor statue remained the same, making the sky of the entire imperial city without the sharp changes between day and night.
Even in the dark, the light still shines on the entire imperial city.
During the second distraction, in the tenth year, even some of the young Sigu children who were just born, they saw that the sky in the Imperial City of Sigu was like this.
After ten years of distraction, this matter has gradually spread throughout the ancient people, some Dao ancient people, extremely ancient people, and people from time to time come here to see this scene with their own eyes.
Time is still passing, Wang Lin's light and shadow on the top of his head in the temple of the ancestor, when the tenth year came, torn apart and turned into invisible fragments. He endured unimaginable pain, but he still endured it.
Those invisible fragments are slowly breaking apart. When they become the end of the fragments, they will represent the second complete smashing of the soul.
Shigu Huangzun, this elderly old man, seemed to have given up some unrealistic ideas, and gradually no longer paid attention to the aura of the ancient ancestor statue, but guided the capital and gradually inherited his throne.
It is less than forty years before Jidu succeeds to the throne. For a mortal, forty years is equivalent to half a life, but for the ancients, forty years, although it is still a long time, is not far away.
When Ji Du slowly grasped the many secrets of the beginning of the ancient lineage, another three years passed.
Wang Lin's second distraction has been going on for thirteen years! Even more than half a year ago, a great pressure suddenly emerged from the ancestral temple, covering the surroundings of the ancestral temple, and at the same time, a strange force was generated. Surrounded by this force, it prevented any spiritual exploration. At the same time, it prevents people from entering!
Xuan Luo was on the sky, looking at the ancestral temple below with worry, that strange power, even his divine consciousness could not sink into it, even he could feel it, even if he walked in himself, It is also impossible to step into the temple under this force.
This power belongs to the ancient ancestor, belongs to that drop of ancient ancestor soul blood!
When the ancestral temple was undergoing such changes, on the primitive mountain, Song Tian, who had planned to ignore the ancestral temple, suddenly opened his eyes with a trace of surprise in his eyes and looked in the direction of the ancestral temple.
The thirteenth year has passed, and the fourteen years have come.
In that strange power permeated, Wang Lin's breath had disappeared without a trace, he did not live or die, and even the will he released during the first distraction could not be felt by people.
The only sign that Wang Lin might not be dead is that the eighteen halos outside the ancient ancestor statue are still there.
No one knows that the many invisible fragments that existed before Wang Lin's body in the ancestral temple at this moment had been completely broken apart half a year ago.
However, after the split, there was a phenomenon of inability to merge. In the past six months, Wang Lin relied on his great will to forcibly merge several times, but he never succeeded.
His will, after these several forced fusions, has gradually diminished, extremely weak and imperceptible. In his body, there is no vitality, only this little will, which is still stubbornly continuing to merge again and again.
On its body, there will always be a large number of light spots. These light spots slowly condense together, and after faintly revealing a light and shadow outline, they are again unstable, crashing, and exploding toward the surroundings. One by one dimmed and disappeared without a trace.
This is the thirteenth time!
Without his mind and consciousness, Wang Lin started the fourteenth fusion with his modest will. When a large number of light spots appeared outside his body, the fourteenth year slowly passed away.
The fifteenth year is here.
On this day when the fifteenth year came, the eighteen halos outside the ancient ancestor statue showed a surprising change. This change attracted the attention of all the people in the ancient imperial city, and made it almost accustomed to it. The clansmen who had lost the existence of this halo broke out in an uproar again.
Even Shigu Huangzun, who no longer cared about this matter, walked out of his bedroom abruptly, looked at the ancient ancestor statue in the distance, and took a breath.
Ji Du flew away, looking nervously in the air, not knowing that he clenched his palms.
Song Tian on the primitive mountain stood on the top of Niujiao Mountain, staring attentively, uncertain.
But seeing the eighteen halos outside the ancient ancestor statue, at this moment, there was a rapid dimness. After a stick of incense, it suddenly collapsed, turned into countless fragments, and dissipated.
In this way, the halo outside the ancient ancestor statue is only seventeen!
"The distraction halo is broken, this... what is the reason!!!"
"Could it be that this person failed the second distraction, and died, otherwise, there would never be a halo shattering and dissipating!"
"I remember! I heard that in this ancient way of trine, every distraction is not endless, and there is a limit in time. Could it be that this person reached time in the second distraction? The limit!"
The voices of discussion whirled in this ancient imperial city.
"It's the time limit for the second distraction. If Wang Lin hasn't completed the fusion before all the 18 auras dissipate, then his soul is gone!" Song Tian took a deep breath, looked at the ancestral temple, and frowned.
The Xuan Luo on the curtain of the sky, his expression changed drastically the moment he saw this scene. With his identity, he naturally saw the reason for the disappearance of the halo at a glance. At this moment, he did not hesitate and went straight to the ancestral temple from the sky. Away.
Song Tian had known about Xuan Luo's arrival a long time ago, but he hadn't broken it. Although he saw his figure at this moment, he hesitated and didn't stop it.
Seeing that Xuan Luo came to the ancestral temple in an instant, he stepped in without hesitation, but as soon as he stepped in, a tremendous force bounced back and made a muffled roar. Zhen, unable to enter, was blocked by life.
At this moment, on the ancient ancestor statue, the second, third, fourth... until the eleventh halo, shattered one after another!