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Text Chapter 1334: Walking in the Sunrise Valley, worshiping ancestors and spirits

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    Outside Xuanxin Floating Island, facing the direction of the rising sun, a figure was walking away.  No one noticed that at the highest point of the floating island, an old man stood on crutches under the Starry War Flag. No one noticed that at the foot of the mountain, there was also a girl covering her forehead with her small hands.  Look into the distance.  In the direction where the old man and young man were looking, Zhang Fan's back was plated with a layer of gold against the rising sun, flickered a few times, and disappeared.  "Donghuang" Old Man Xuanxin chewed on these two words in his heart, not knowing whether he was willing to meet again. He was afraid that when we meet again, Zhang Fan would realize what he said before he left.  Xingyi was much simpler. She slowly put down her little hand and sighed quietly: "Goodbye, outsider!" Whether it was the complexity of the old man Xuanxin or the simplicity of the young girl Xingyi, they never bothered Zhang Fan.  In his heart, at this time, under his feet and in his eyes, there was only the land of the East End Sunrise Valley, and the people who had lived there for generations.  Only after he truly left the clouds of demon gods and monks and came down to walk on the earth did Zhang Fan truly see another side of the birthplace of the Demon King.  Human beings are the protagonists of this era, the darlings of heaven and earth after the end of the era of demon gods. Human beings thrive in any corner of the world and in any environment.  This is the blessing of heaven, and luck never stops!  The same is true in this East End Sunrise Valley.  No one knows when these human races took root here and multiplied to this day. Was it when the first generation of Demon King was born?  Or after that?  Are you born and raised here?  Or some powerful force sent them into it?  This mystery may not be answered until the end of time, when the universe is destroyed, and the world returns to its original state.  Zhang Fan didn't need this answer. When he first met these mortals, he suddenly understood why whether it was the girl Xingyi or the monks on the floating island, they knew he was from the outside world when they first saw him.  Not the people in Dongya Sunrise Valley.  Just look at these native humans and you will understand.  It may not be possible to eat horses and drink blood, but it is a fact to cut wood to make spears, smelt copper to make weapons, make clothes from animal skins, fish and hunt for a living extremely primitive living conditions.  Zhang Fan is dressed in rich clothes, with a graceful demeanor and self-imposed majesty. Compared with these natives who are proud to wear gorgeous animal skins even if they have the highest status, they are like clouds and mud. The gap is huge. Anyone can see it at a glance  Identify it.  Looking at these mortals, a doubt suddenly emerged from the depths of Zhang Fan's heart.  "The aura on their bodies is integrated with the heaven and earth. They are obviously native creatures and are favored by heaven and earth. Their aura cannot be compared even to the immortals of the Purple Mansion who have been multiplying here for tens of thousands of years." After such a long existence, they  Why are you still at this stage, without even learning the most basic planting skills?  " Along the way, Zhang Fan saw more of the living conditions of mortal tribes that mainly relied on fishing and hunting, supplemented by gathering. It was primitive to the extreme. The human races in the world, when it comes to individuals, may be divided into strong and weak, wise and foolish, but when magnified to  From the perspective of a group, they are basically the same. These Dongya Sunrise Valley people are also a branch of human beings. How could they be so stupid and clumsy that they had to reproduce for no more than a hundred thousand years to reach such a state? "How is it possible?"  , intentionally control them like this?  "Zhang Fan was suspicious in his heart, and while walking on the land, he also observed carefully. As he walked farther and farther away, unknowingly, he saw dozens of large tribes along the way. The small tribes were countless, and there were tens of millions of mortals. The answer is,  Gradually it emerged silently. What Zhang Fan saw along the way was that the tribes composed of mortals had only done three things from beginning to end: fishing, hunting and gathering for food and clothing; second, fighting and killing each other; and third, sacrificing sacrifices to the gods.  The former is the most important, but not in the hearts of the tribe's mortals; the latter two are the most important, and every tribe and every mortal almost lives for it and dies for it in just a few days.  , Zhang Fan saw thousands of attacks and killings, carried out almost every moment, and dozens of tribes perished in the battle, as well as captured local tribesmen, everything.  , will eventually be transformed into sacrifices to the gods in the tribe of the victors. What really caught Zhang Fan's attention and moved him were the gods worshiped by these mortals. Some were made of clay, wood, or carved stone.  , all in various shapes, except that there is no human form. This is the god worshiped by the Sunrise Valley people. It may be like a dog or horse, covered with scales, with a head like a dragon, roaring up to the sky, breathing flames from its mouth, stepping on the dragon's feet, sucking marrow and blood.  . This is an ancient beast: Chaotian Jian! It may have a body like a tiger, with spines like a hedgehog, and two wings on its back. It is very fierce. It may have a body like a fox, and it has nine tails. It is extremely beautiful.  , Charming all living beings. This is the ancient monster: the nine-tailed fox! It may be born from the fire, with a red light covering its body, gorgeous wings, and an arrogant shape. This is the ancient beast: the Suzaku! The gods worshiped by the tribes are not.  Alien beasts are divine beasts, and they are all demon beasts if they are not demon gods. They are all powerful creatures from ancient times. They are born different and have earth-shaking power. All the gods worshiped in that distant ancient era did not have the status of demon gods.  It can be said that there are no overlords in the world who are worthy of special mention in the ancient books of human cultivators. The most important thing is that Zhang Fan saw these gods in the ancient city, Dapeng, not long ago.  King, clay sculpture! On that day, King Dapeng held the seventy-two ancient sages in his hands and gave them to the naughty boy.?It is safe and will not be swallowed up when it loses control.  These Sunrise Valley natives, through constant conquests and killings, used the defeated as sacrifices. Whether they were demons, gods or strange beasts, they were all among the seventy-two Dharma Appearances.  In other words, what they were worshiping were the seventy-two great saints of the Faxiang Sect who entered them in ancient times.  "What happened to them?" When he discovered this, Zhang Fan also had doubts in his heart.  Those mortals couldn't see anything. They were just offering sacrifices according to the rules. However, this scene was completely different in Zhang Fan's eyes.  At the first sight, Zhang Fan discovered that on the statues of gods, it was clear that the spiritual light was immortal, and the invisible passages connected them, and the divine gods were hidden, but there was a kind of sluggishness in them.  It's like there is that idiot in the world who doesn't know why he was born and why he suffers. He is confused all day long and eats and breathes in vain. It's just instinct.  The same is true for these gods. By feeling their aura, Zhang Fan realized that these gods seemed to be in a strange situation. They could only passively accept it and tolerate it instinctively, without any real spiritual consciousness.  "It's life but not life, it's really strange to be dead. With doubts in his mind, Zhang Fan walked in the direction of the rising sun. He didn't bother to interfere with the killings in the world. Instead of his disciples spending all their energy on it,  It is better to solve the problem from the root. In a few days, it will be the day when the demon gods will gather and re-establish the heaven. At that time, everything will naturally be over On this day, Zhang Fan walked on the land and stood near the sea.  On a reef, you could see the rising sun floating on the sea in the distance, and you could hear the sound of sea waves lapping against the rocks. The slightly fishy sea breeze was blowing around you. Suddenly, he frowned and glanced in one direction.  , there, a vague voice came through the power of the sea breeze, "Don't run away, stop!"  "Brothers, kill them, kill them, cut off their heads and go back to worship the gods. We will be the most powerful warriors in the clan."  "Excitement and fanaticism, even the sounds of fighting could not cover it up. A moment later, a burly man with three or two bruises on his body supported an old man with white hair, and carried a five or six-year-old child on his back, towards Zhang Fan  They came in embarrassment from the direction they were in. Behind them, they left several series of exposed and varying shades of footprints on the snow-white beach, spreading into the distance. At the end of the footprints, dozens of faces were painted with oil paint, holding hands.  The strong man with a spear or a bronze sword came after him with a roar. Zhang Fan had seen many similar scenes in the past few days, and he didn't take it seriously at first, but the scene that followed suddenly made his eyes shine.  "Ancestral God, your last bloodline is about to be cut off, why don't you wake up?  "There is no way ahead. Three or two men, the elderly and children, gathered in a circle, with only the remaining weapons pointing outwards. Their eyes were full of despair and fear. It seemed like the strange and emphatic chant used in sacrifices chanted the above sentence.  , it is the old man in the group. Thinking about it, this person must be a big man in charge of sacrifices. He is usually at least a first-class elder in the clan, so he can master these things, and he will still have someone to protect him when he is on the verge of being hunted down.  "Old man, it's useless for you to worship again. Your Kun God is dead, hahaha~" Seeing that the other party was cornered, the strong men who were chasing him were obviously very proud, smiling arrogantly and holding their hands.  The weapon slowly came closer. "Nonsense!"  "It was the child who scolded him. He was so young, but he actually carried some power with him. He was a child after all. After scolding him, he turned back pitifully and said to the old man: "Grandpa, they are talking nonsense, right?  The ancestor god won't die, right?  "Little Patriarch, you have to remember that gods will never die. Where in the world have there ever been dead gods?"  There have always been tribes that perished due to impiety, but there will never be dead gods. You must remember.  "The old man's voice was stern, but his face was full of kindness. "When death is imminent, why do you still pretend to be a little patriarch?  "The strong man who was chasing seemed angry that he had been shocked before, and shouted: "When I return to the clan and sacrifice you to the ancestor god, you can go and keep company with your dead 'Kun God'.  .  "Hahaha~~" All the pursuers were laughing wildly. It is common sense that the ancestor gods are immortal. It has been passed down from generation to generation that there are no dead gods in the world. However, now the first one has appeared, and overnight, all the elder priests of the Kun God Clan have lost their lives.  Without his magic power, other than the death of God Kun, is there any other explanation? Looking at the impatient pursuers approaching step by step, the old man took out a bronze statue from his arms and placed it on the beach, bowed to the ground and said, "O God of Ancestors?"  , you open your eyes and see, the last bloodline of our Kun God Clan is about to be extinct~" The bronze statue was ignorant, and its aura was dim. "Ugh~" Seeing the last warriors of the tribe being powerless and unable to resist, seeing the last Kun God in person  His bloodline was about to die in front of him, and the old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, dyeing his snow-white beard and hair red. Just when he was filled with grief and anger, and was about to throw the little patriarch into the angry sea, a clear voice came into his ears: "  Your ancestor god is Kunpeng
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