Chapter 1486 Ancient God Patriarch
Jiang Ding remained motionless on the spot.
After a long time.
"That's all, you still have to bear this risk."
Jiang Ding sighed softly: "An eighth-level treasure has gone through hundreds of thousands of years, and was repeatedly attacked and restrained by dozens of Hedao monks. The formation has been broken a lot."
"That's it. If there is still power above Hedao, there is nothing to say."
He no longer hesitated and stepped into it.
The surrounding sky light changes, flickers, and the sky becomes another layer.
This is a dark world, windy and cold, the sky is dark and the earth is covered in dark fog, making it difficult to see the future.
Jiang Ding's eyes fell on the center first.
This is a tablet like a black ink stone pillar, reaching into the sky and the earth, reaching straight into the sky. There is a line of words written on it, which spreads a deep sense of sadness and will not be extinguished for hundreds of thousands of years.
‘The spiritual position of the ancient god’s ancestor. ’
This is the founder of ancient Shinto, the spiritual position of ancient gods and gods, and the great existence that opened up a world community where humans can survive.
Jiang Ding bowed slightly and saluted.
Under the tablet of the Ancient God Patriarch, there are also many smaller tablets distributed, which are some of the sages of the Ancient Shinto, including Hedao monks. Among them, the most powerful ones are the second to third generation Taoist masters of the Ancient Shinto.
The fourth generation Taoist master does not have any tablet.
It should be that the ancient Shinto was destroyed too hastily, and nothing could be done in time.
Jiang Ding stared at the spiritual tablet of the ancient god's ancestor, and vaguely, a scene appeared in front of his eyes.
A short dwarf monk, he was ugly, hated by his tribe, and hunted by foreign races, but he didn't care. His happiness came from himself and had nothing to do with anyone else.
Life has always been unfortunate. As a casual cultivator, there are no exercises, spells, or elixirs. Cultivation is very difficult, but he doesn't care and keeps walking step by step.
He often suffered bad luck, being hunted down by his own people, killing people to steal treasures, only narrowly escaping and ascending to heaven, being seriously injured and on the verge of death, and all his savings were depleted.
He did not complain about the unfairness of fate. After Xiao recovered from his injuries, he returned to optimism and cheerfulness. He thought about taking revenge after his realm improved. If his realm did not improve, he would never go there.
Sometimes he is hunted by aliens who want to use him as a snack, but he carefully avoids them.
He sometimes became a slave of a foreign race. Fortunately, he did not die for a while. He diligently did everything a slave should do, carefully figured out his master's thoughts, and gained his master's appreciation. When the time was right, he got rid of the restriction and executed all those who should be executed. , faked his own death and successfully escaped.
After escaping, he continued to practice optimistically...
He is undoubtedly extremely smart and has excellent qualifications. Even if he does not have any good inheritance, he can continue to explore and learn to lift the restrictions of the demon clan on his own.
He is constantly learning and growing. Even though he is very cautious, he often encounters life and death crises because there is no racial protection.
With talent and a lot of luck, he slowly grew into a Nascent Soul monk.
Finally, on this day, there was some kind of throbbing in his heart, and he vaguely felt something change in the depths of his blood. This changed thing asked for something from the universe and heaven, and some earth-shattering inheritance appeared in his sea of consciousness.
This is a structure, a knowledge, a reincarnation, something involving the soul.
He called this knowledge gained from bloodline reincarnation!
This is not a technique or a spell, it is just a structural and essential knowledge. How to use it is entirely up to you.
On this day, the Ancient God Patriarch attained enlightenment.
He understood something called 'reincarnation' from his bloodline. He melted his body with secret techniques, refined his soul into a 'seed of reincarnation', and reincarnated into the bloodline of the surrounding powerful clans. Eradicate the young soul of the embryo and replace it.
Whenever he grows up and surpasses this powerful clan, he will immediately kill this powerful clan without leaving any trace, use secret methods to cleanse the attachment in his heart and restore himself.
This kind of massacre is not done by oneself, but leads to the internal unrest of the powerful clan, the invasion of powerful external enemies, and the natural destruction.
This kind of thing is very common between realms.
In this way, after continuous reincarnation, constant growth, experiencing many dangers and many opportunities, he finally became a monk in refining the void. He looked to the future and believed that he would definitely achieve Hedao in the future.
As for more, there is no other way. He can only do this. The inheritance is too poor. It is too difficult to deduce the immortal way out of nothing. Hedao can already see through the seeds of reincarnation in the state of reincarnation. He cannot be reincarnated into such a powerful clan. middle.
However, on this day, he encountered something.
A broken arm.
This broken arm flew from the sky and landed next to him. Countless distortions and distortions poured into his soul. Countless unfamiliar and messy knowledge was stuffed into his sea of consciousness, confusing everything.
Since then, the Ancient God Patriarch has begun to grow at a faster rate...
Until he became a being above Hedao, the strongest person in the world community, he could no longer find anyone who could be called an opponent. Then, sudden death.
Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.
He seemed to feel a hint of kindness, and then strong malice and greed.
"That arm..."
"Yes..."
Jiang Ding just wanted to ask something, but the next moment, everything in his soul was empty, he forgot everything related to it, and he stayed in place.
"What happened back then?"
Jiang Ding thought for a while and felt that it was nothing important. Then he remembered his purpose and asked.
"Little friend, there is an ancient divine order, right?"
The husky voice appeared again.
"Yes."
Jiang Ding took out a token from the storage jade pendant.
This was obtained thousands of years ago when he broke through the Yin-Yang Inversion Formation of the Seventh Level King of Yama Hell of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. This is part of the inheritance of ancient Shinto.
"This is the true order of the ancient gods."
"My little friend, you can be the direct disciple of the ancient Shinto."
The hoarse voice said: "After becoming the direct disciple of the ancient Shinto, you can master the supreme inheritance of the ancient Shinto, and you can easily control those war beast soldiers and those rebellious outer disciples."
"Come, accept your heritage..."
This voice is ethereal and formless, with a strong sense of guidance and temptation.
A pitch-black finger emerged from the void, gently guiding the young man in green between his eyebrows, imprinting it into it, injecting something as dark as ink.
bite!
This dark finger hit the tip of a flying sword, was instantly pierced, and collapsed into a ball of black mist.
"Can you try another way?"
Jiang Ding said suddenly.
"For example, try to seize the body directly."
"Invade my soul directly and try to control everything?"
The collapsed Hei Wu was stunned.
"Quack..."
"Alas..."
The hoarse voice sighed softly: "Little friend, could it be that I have been trapped in Xulingyuan for so many years, and my soul has become so slow that I can't even hide it from a little guy who is thousands of years old..."
"Is the flaw really that big?"
He sincerely asked for advice.
"It is indeed a bit."
"It's too explicit. It must be because the seniors haven't interacted with strangers for so many years and are a little rusty."
Jiang Ding consoled him: "A strong man like you doesn't actually need these means. He can just use his majestic power to suppress others. Who can resist it?"
"Hahaha..."
The husky voice laughed.
"Okay,"
"Then just follow what my friend said."
boom!
In an instant, the world dimmed and fell into a black light. Dark soul poisonous snakes emerged between the sky and the earth. With a terrifying aura that exceeded the net of heavenly rules, they instantly enveloped the young man in green.
(End of chapter)