Chapter 259: Shou Jue's teachings, his remains transformed into saints

In the ancestral temple, Tuo Gang stood with his back to his chest, looking at Su Ming.

"Mr. Tuo Gang, is your life span..." Su Ming asked with a solemn face.

Tuo Gang nodded, with no nostalgia in his eyes.

"You guessed right, my life span is coming to an end." He said calmly.

"In that battle, I activated the Platinum Top Grade Clan Protector Tyrant Slash twice in a row, sacrificing too much of my life span."

"But I am content to be able to live and see the glorious return of the Wu Ka Clan." He smiled slightly, his white hair was sparse.

"All this is thanks to you." He stepped forward and said with gratitude.

At the last moment of his life, this old and weak lizard man did not feel any sadness, but instead had a hint of relief in his eyes.

Su Ming stared at it, thinking in his heart whether he should tell them what happened to their ancestors' holy eggs and himself.

Tuo Gang smiled and shook his head, as if he had seen through Su Ming's thoughts.

When a person is about to die, he will feel extremely clear and open when looking at everything in the world.

"God of Killing, look at the green soul aura around here." He raised his hand and pointed to the surroundings, and Su Ming followed his gaze.

Activating the Eye of Insight, he actually saw many soul remnants flowing, which were full of firm fighting spirit.

"Hehe, the ancestral holy egg... is it really important?" He asked with wisdom in his eyes.

"For other lizardmen, it may indeed weigh more than a thousand pounds." Tuo Gang said slowly.

"But it was not until this moment that I finally understood that the will of the ancestors is actually the most important."

"When the Wuka clan returns to the ancestral temple, they can inherit the fighting spirit of their ancestors. When I die, I will be the new holy egg."

"Moreover, I even realized some new skills from these wills. The fruits of my life will not be weaker than those of my ancestors."

"So..."

He looked at Su Ming meaningfully.

Su Ming understood.

It is no longer important whether their ancestors' holy eggs are returned or not.

Tuo Gang has inherited the soul of the ancestors of the Wuka clan here. He is about to die of old age and will become a new holy egg.

The holy egg will be stronger from generation to generation, which is a gradual superposition process.

"Friend, this is my unique skill, and I give it to you." Tuo Gang said, handing out a parchment scroll from his mouth.

Su Ming took it and looked at it.

[Sacrificial Life Holy Slash (Diamond Lower Grade)]

[Who doesn’t have something to protect? ]

The handwriting was domineering and vigorous, and it was written by Tuo Gang himself.

“This is… the original clan-protecting tyrant slash skill, but it has been upgraded to diamond lower grade?” Su Ming’s eyes were slightly surprised.

Tuo Gang smiled indifferently.

“Yes, I have learned something during this period.”

If a job-changer wants to teach his skills to others, he needs to pay a huge price.

Not only does it require you to have a very high level of proficiency in this skill, but it also requires you to put in a lot of effort to have a very low chance of success.

Once you fail to teach, there is even a risk of losing the skill!

It can be seen how big a bet Tuo Gang made.

“Thank you.” Su Ming nodded.

This skill will sacrifice his own life, but its power is also extremely violent.

Then he has another trump card.

"You are my comrade-in-arms of the Wuka tribe, a true warrior." Tuo Gang stared into Su Ming's eyes with cloudy eyes.

"Without you, we will never be qualified to return to the main tribe..."

"I will use my life to engrave this iron rule into the holy egg, so that all members of the Wuka tribe... cannot betray you." Tuo Gang's eyes were firm, and he made such a firm oath.

These words seemed like a last word.

"Ahem..." Then, he began to cough lightly.

This is not sick, but because the life span has exceeded the limit, and the cell body begins to decay.

Su Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly supported him and said.

"Mr. Tuo, are you..."

Tuo Gang was extremely weak and said, "Ahem, help me bring Zhan'er over."

Su Ming raised his hand and waved it, and the Demon-Breaking Spirit Fish Sword flew out of the sheath, flew to the door of the ancestral temple, and dragged Tuo Zhan over.

"What's wrong?" Tuo Zhan looked worried.

"Zhan'er, I will transform into a holy egg. You just wait and see. If you can understand something, that would be the best." Tuo Gang said solemnly.

Tuo Zhan was extremely shocked when he heard this.

"How... How is it possible? My dear, you are still so young!" He stepped forward with a look of horror.

My dear's age would be middle-aged if converted into humans, but he was going to die of old age. He really couldn't accept this.

"Zhan'er!" Tuo Gang suddenly showed a face of anger and scolded.

"Sit down and watch carefully!" At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the majesty of my father in his middle age.

Tuo Zhan understood that he could not be willful this time.

Some things cannot be changed.

His eyes were slightly red, and he agreed.

"Okay." He sat in the pond of the ancestral temple, raised his head and looked up at my dear's figure on the high platform.

Su Ming came to his side and patted his shoulder gently.

The two watched this sacred moment together.

Tuo Gang sat cross-legged, took a deep breath, and his white hair withered.

At this moment, he was old and dead.

On his face, there was a trace of residual smile, and he died suddenly without any nostalgia.

Immediately, the soul light of the ancestors that was invisible to the naked eye turned into a residual stream and swept over, pouring into Tuo Gang's body.

Green runes flickered and fluttered, those were the magic language of the lizard tribe, indescribable and profound.

"Kataponi..."

"Umm, mud, fog, Ka..."

"Wu Ka Bi Xuan, Wu Wu..."

A series of old whispers, both male and female, came one after another, as if the shadows of the ancestors were speaking.

One of the voices was very similar to Tuo Gang's voice.

The powerful force poured over, and Tuo Gang's body gradually couldn't support it and began to tremble violently.

In the end, his flesh and blood twisted and his scales peeled off.

Under the scales, white milk scales were born.

The green runes flowed, gradually turning his body into light, and finally shrank and condensed into a large, crystal clear holy egg, which fell on the high platform.

Among them, a green organ was beating, as if it was still alive.

On the surface of the holy egg, several sonorous and powerful characters were engraved.

If you know the language of the lizards, then you must understand that the words engraved on it are: I, the Wuka people, shall never betray my ally - the God of Killing.

At this moment, Tuo Zhan felt a burning sensation on his neck, and when he touched it, a rune mark appeared there.

It was the rule of the Holy Egg Oath, and at this moment, it was imposed on all the lizardmen members of the Wuka tribe at the same time!

Even if new members join in the future, they will be bound by this oath.

At the same time, all the Wuka people outside were shocked and touched the runes on their necks.

"Is this... the Iron Rule of the Holy Egg?"

"Did my Wuka tribe lose the Holy Egg and find it back!?"

"Or has my tribe condensed a new Holy Egg!?"

"My Wuka tribe has another Holy Egg!"

"Celebrate together!"

The outside world cheered.

But in the ancestral temple, Tuo Zhan's eyes were blurred.

"This is the holy egg..."

"My father turned his vitality into a new holy egg."

"The power of our ancestors is condensed in it..."

"This means that this holy egg will be more powerful than the one we lost."

"Because the power of that ancestor is also integrated into it."

He walked forward slowly, tears flowing, and the sadness in his heart was hard to suppress.

But for the lizardmen, sadness is a symbol of weakness.

Soon, Tuo Zhan gritted his teeth and cheered up.

He and Su Ming left the ancestral temple and announced loudly to all the lizardmen outside.

"All the warriors of the Wuka tribe..." His voice was a little heavy.

"I declare that our Wuka tribe has a new holy egg!"

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