In the end, the village chief and the Lord God mutually assured destruction.
Before the village head died, the disabled villagers found another village, and before he died, the Lord God ordered them to find them and kill them all.
Sooner or later, the descendants of the Lord God will find the villagers and be able to resist their holiness.
For thousands of years, a clan has been waiting for the holy arrival. They are called grave keepers to guard the remains of the villagers. They also guard three sacred objects, one eye, one shield and one sword. "
Speaking of which, there are tears of guilt in Sun Yun’s eyes
"The grave keepers have guarded the remains of ancestors for generations, but they also found that the essence of the remains of ancestors is a powerful instrument. Finally, they could not help but levy these instruments on the land of the East. They are arrogant and no one can defeat them.
Finally, more than a hundred years ago, people from the western lands joined forces to attack the eastern lands. They plundered the remains of their ancestors and the three sacred objects were lost in the war … "
Speaking of this, Xiaolong finally couldn’t help but interrupt him: "Oh, more than a hundred years ago? You won’t tell the truth about the allied forces, will you? Is the cultural relic stolen from the Forbidden Palace a piece of utensils? "
Sun Yun nodded tearfully.
Xiaolong couldn’t help laughing again: "Haha, this story is so interesting. I love you so much that I will reward you with ten dollars."
Xiaolong said, taking money out of his pocket.
Sun Yun looked at the sky and continued: "The village chief’s will is still trapped in the other world, and he has been guiding the later generations in the other world."
Xiaolong stopped, and when he heard it, he asked again, "You mean that the village chief is trapped in the god world?"
Kong Yun shook his head. He picked up the hexagram from the ground.
"In his more mysterious world, we are like living in this picture, and the so-called god world that he looks at us outside this picture is just another picture."
"Ah?" Ji Tianci’s eyebrows are wrinkly. He has seen similar metaphors online.
That’s a description in astrophysics. It’s hard for people to imagine what it looks like in higher dimensions, but it’s very simple to imagine low dimensions.
If people live in two dimensions, that is, if there is a length, a width and no thickness in a limited paper, if someone steps on this paper in three dimensions, people can see the soles of their feet in two dimensions and don’t know it is a foot.
"Since he is at a higher level, how does he guide future generations?"
Ji Tianci also became curious. He didn’t expect a fortune teller to tell such a science fiction story.
"Other methods return to the original world just like our method enters a piece of paper, but some people in the paper can break free and see him guided by him. These people are called prophets."
Ji Tianci was so frightened that he quickly asked, "Did the prophet see him?"
If the fortune teller can answer this question, then he can make a big step forward in human science.
Kong Yun stared at Ji Tianci very seriously at this moment. When he was about to speak, the sky suddenly changed color, and the dark clouds rolled back to heaven and earth and instantly lost their light.
This process is faster than the solar eclipse, and the street immediately came to a neat exclamation.
The fortune teller, who was secretly listening to Kong Yun’s story, looked around in horror.
It was dark all around, and cars turned on their lights, and people turned on their cell phones.
There is a strange scene here, and no passer-by can keep calm. Screams and excited shouts turn the whole street into chaos.
Lu Manwen hugged Ji Tianci’s arm, and the sudden darkness made her feel scared.
Kong Yun was unmoved by the surrounding scene, and he still kept a close eye on Ji Tianci.
"This is heaven. Heaven won’t let me talk!"
Kong Yun’s voice just fell and another tone rang in his mind.
"Guide him to guide him …"
Chapter one hundred and twelve The scourge
Kong Yun suddenly stare big eyes looked at JiTianCi side little dragon.
Xiaolong was in a daze at this time. Ji Tianci was scared silly.
Here, Kong Yun heard the sound, which was the ancestral sound. Kong Yun’s eyes were excited and he seemed to see something that excited him.
He said to himself, "I’m white."
After Ji Tianci was shocked, he was about to ask Kong Yuntian Road when Kong Yun suddenly put his hands on Ji Tianci’s temple.
"The flesh will die one day. It belongs to this world. Only thinking and emotion can surpass it. Now I will take you into my world."
As soon as the words were finished, Ji Tianci felt a huge spiritual force that she couldn’t imagine entering her soul.
A bright red word "inflammation" lit up on his forehead, and the word "inflammation" shone a light straight down Kong Yun’s forehead.
At that moment, the world changed, and he saw that the world was no longer the former world, and everything seemed to become illusory.
Heaven and earth are no longer dark, but a purple sky, and the dark clouds also show its true face.
It was a huge object like the bottom of the seal, and purple thunder was shining around the seal.
In the real world, the purple thunder looks like a black cloud.
Ji Tianci saw an old man’s vision overlap with Kong Yun.
This illusion is the old man in the Forbidden Palace the night before.
Ji Tianci observed the world around him again, as if the road had stopped. People were still motionless and their faces were still frightened. The fallen leaves of the tree stopped in the middle, and the wind stopped blowing it away. A running child left the ground with his feet and stopped in the middle.
Suddenly Ji Tianci found that the world was not static but slowed down. He saw a beam of light moving slowly.
It was a passer-by whose mobile phone flashed a light. The passer-by must want to light up the road ahead. His face was still frozen with excitement and panic. He held a mobile phone in his right hand and a light was shining from the flash position of the mobile phone.
This light travels very slowly. Ji Tianci seems that the speed of this light is not as fast as that of ordinary people.
"Don’t …"
Ji Tianci had an idea in his heart. Is it that he is getting faster instead of the world slowing down?
He looked at his hands. He wanted to lift his hands, but suddenly he found himself trapped, like trapped in a mire, not more like trapped in cement.
Ji Tianci felt that his roots moved. His hands may have moved a little bit, but this kind of movement is invisible to the naked eye.
He verified the conjecture in his heart that it was not that the world was slowing down, but that his brain was getting faster, and his body was far behind the speed of his brain.
"Kid, this is the speed of thinking."