Five Frozen Centuries

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The middle-aged man came to the temple with his wife. They were here for the first time. Under the guidance of the deity in the temple, they came to the place where Wei was meditated.

This is a barren land. Wei Huo sat quietly cross-legged here. No one was bothering him. The envoys built a high wall to prevent ordinary people from entering. Even they, they should not enter it privately.

The middle-aged man and his wife don't seem to be ordinary people. They led down to Wei Huo under the leadership of the temple and then backed away, leaving only three of them.

The husband and wife carefully observed Wei Huo. Wei Huo did not change at all. Everything looked like yesterday. At this time, Wei Huo opened his eyes. His eyes were as dark as ink and as deep as night. He saw the couple and found out , Middle-aged man looks like Zhang Li.

The middle-aged man said: "The ancestor, I am Zhang Yi. My grandfather Zhang Li has passed away. Now, I am the new patriarch of the Luoxiao tribe."

From a certain point of view, it is not wrong for Zhang Yi to call Wei Huo an ancestor. After all, Wei Huo really lived too long, and now, land people and Haitians have begun to intermarry, and they are not separated from each other.

Wei was found that there were some scars on Zhang Yi's arm and neck. It seems that these years, civil strife has also occurred in the family.

Wei Huo asked: "How many years?"

Zhang Yi said respectfully: "Ancestors, five thousand years have passed."

Time really passed too fast, unconsciously, five thousand years have passed, Wei Huo did not sigh too much, he asked: "Are you here to inherit your grandfather's promise?"

Zhang Yi said: "Yes, I will inherit the promise of my grandfather Zhang Li, I will work hard to become the peak of the legend, and then find you a fair fight."

Wei Huo kept silent, the same promise, but inherited three generations, he did not expect that time had passed so long.

Wei Huo closed his eyes and said, "I'm waiting."

Zhang Yi and his wife went down the mountain, and his wife asked, "One, are you really sure to break to the peak of the legend? You are only now in the middle of the legend."

Zhang Yi said: "No."

His wife was worried: "Your patriarch's position was obtained after repeated battles. Many people are dissatisfied with you. If you can't regain the artifact..."

Zhang Yi said with a smile: "Although I am not sure of entering the peak of legend, I am sure that I can survive the ancestors. Although he is the peak of legend, he has a life span of at most 7,000 years. Five thousand years ago, he was more than two thousand years old. Now, although he looks very young, he is actually very old now? Is he dying too..."

Zhang Yi took his wife away. They were very confident that they could survive Wei Huo, but they did not know that Wei Huo had a life span of 3,000 years due to a bug, so he could live to 10,000 years old.

Ancient people often said to the emperor: "Long live, long live, long live."

But no emperor can live 10,000 years old, only God can live 10,000 years old, and Wei Huo is one step away from God.

Zhang Yi left confidently, but he came back a thousand years later, and he asked Wei angrily, "Why haven't you died yet? How long can you live?"

Wei Huo said to him: "Go beyond the realm to the peak of the legend, and then come and defeat me, otherwise, you have no other way!"

Zhang Yi responded angrily: "I don't believe that the legendary peak has only seven thousand years of life, you can't break this rule!"

Wei Huo closed his eyes: "Go back."

Zhang Yi left, and the door of the temple was demolished before he left. No one dared to stop him, but when he returned to the clan, he regretted it because many people of the Luoxiao clan now began to believe in Wei Huo. They firmly believed that Wei Huo was immortal and that Wei Huo had become a god.

But fortunately, the host in the temple covered everything up, and Zhang Yi came again five hundred years later. This time, he was not so angry. He came to the temple and found Wei Huo, and Complained to him: "My wife has passed away, her cultivation is only epic, and I can't continue her life with all the methods I have tried. Why haven't you died yet?"

Wei Huo did not answer. His body seemed to have been stopped, and nothing could affect him.

Zhang Yi said: "I only have the middle stage of the legend. I still have a life of 1,200 years. From today, I will come here once every 100 years. I want to witness your death with my own eyes."

Zhang Yi left after finishing the talk, and the others did it once every 100 years. At the beginning, he was a strong middle-aged man, but gradually, his hair became white, his body rickets, to the first In one hundred and one hundred years, he has become a gray-haired old man, his face is covered with wrinkles, his eyes are not good, his legs and feet are not flexible.

However, Wei Huo is still young, and his appearance has not changed at all.

Zhang Yi smiled and said to Wei Huo: "The old immortal, you are not dead yet, I am almost dying."

Wei Huo closed his eyes and carefully realized death, ignoring Zhang Yi.

Until the first two hundred years, Zhang Yi was carried to Wei Huo by a group of guards. At this time, Zhang Yi said: "You guys, have you already broken through to the myth level? You should be nine thousand years old. ?"

Wei Huo opened his eyes. His soul's life span is indeed more than nine thousand years old. It is one thousand years before the end of his life span. For more than seven thousand years, he has been sitting here, observing the death of this planet, observing The death of all things in the world, but so far has not broken through the myth level.

As Zhang Li’s eldest brother said, the pinnacle of legend is just mortal climbing, but the myth is the mortal ascent to the sky, and the myth is really not so easy to reach.

Zhang Yi said: "I'm going to die, and the promise of this challenge will end with me. Don't let this promise continue to bind the next patriarch."

Wei Huo still didn't speak. Zhang Yi continued: "I buried me here after I died. I want to see for myself when this guy will die."

After talking, Zhang Yi asked Wei Wei again: "Do you mind? Ancestor?"

Wei Huo laughed: "Please ~www.readwn.com~ Zhang Yi is really dead, just a few days later, and there is one more grave on this barren land, the direction of the grave is towards Wei Huo.

A few days later, a young patriarch climbed the mountain. He said: "My ancestor, my name is Zhang Wu. The patriarch Zhang Yiqian is my grandfather. I am here to explain to you that I am going to be the pinnacle of legend and then challenge you!"

Wei Huo laughed: "I'm waiting."

After all, the promise is inherited.

But a few decades later, there was another grave in this barren land facing Wei Huo. In these years, there was a great disturbance in the tribe, the patriarch was killed, and the new patriarch succeeded.

But as if it were a tradition, each new patriarch would come to explain to Wei Huo that he would become the pinnacle of legend and come to challenge Wei Huo, but the result was only a new grave in this place a hundred years later.

Wei Huo waited and realized that there were more and more tombs around him, and the atmosphere of death began to surround him, until Wei Huo's soul reached ten thousand years old...