Chapter 168: the collapse of a civilization

Tour the wind world.

Cangyang Clan, [Wan Shi Temple].

The leaders of the major forces gathered together.

At this time, they looked different and had different opinions.

"The ancestor is about to pass away, and the candidate for this [sword holder] should be decided quickly."

"I don't think it's necessary to choose, isn't it bad to not have [Sword Bearer]?"

"Yeah, the existence of the [Sword Handler] has long been the old emperor's calendar. Why should the life and death of my ethnic group be in the hands of a [Sword Handler]!"

The Cangyang clan is the main ethnic group in the Youfeng Realm.

billions of people.

The masters of these forces represent the Cangyang ethnic group.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded.

"Yufeng traveled in 2111, and the realm of the gods came to invade this realm."

"You Feng has been through 2150 years, and my family can't bear the enslavement of the gods, and launched a counterattack!"

"In the same year, the old ancestor built the [Wuwang Palace] and named himself the [Sword Holder]."

"You Feng has a history of 52,100 years, that is, this year, our ancestor [Zheng Zha] is about to pass away!"

The masters of many great forces listened silently.

They all know a little bit about these histories.

But they still can't make them change and cancel the determination of the [Sword Bearer] system.

Because the [Sword Handler] controls the life and death of the entire interface.

Why?

Why should my life be in the hands of others!

Shouldn't everyone be in charge of their own life?

It's not fair!

A strong man broke the silence and caused echoes.

"The realm of the gods has not come for 50,000 years, and I don't think the future will come."

"That's right, the ancestors are about to pass away. Could it be that some people want to hold supreme power, so they support the [Sword Holder] system?"

"I think that's it, we can't promise this!"

"Our life and death are up to us!"

The master of the forces who had finished reading the history of the wind world, listening to a group of strong people passionately opposed the [Sword Bearer] system, his heart was a little cold at the moment.

He suddenly stood up and glanced around.

He found that no one had spoken to support him.

Either silence or choose to cancel the [Sword Bearer System].

He is the only one who perseveres alone.

He smiled miserably:

"For the continuation of the ethnic group and the dignity of the ethnic group, the ancestors have been lonely for tens of thousands of years!"

"Who is he for? He is for my Cangyang clan!"

"Without the sword-wielder, this world will perish with the Cangyang clan!"

However, everyone scoffed at his words.

…

There is no wrong palace on Wuwang Mountain.

An old man is like a statue, sitting cross-legged in the palace.

He didn't move, as if he had existed since time immemorial.

At this time...

A figure suddenly appeared.

"Wei Lou, see Old Ancestor!"

He was actually the one who maintained the [Sword Bearer] system in Wanshidian.

Patriarch Zheng Zha suddenly opened his eyes.

Two dim lights flashed in his eyes.

Wei Lou looked at the ancestor in front of him.

A pain in his heart for no reason!

The ancestors are amazing, talented and talented, and they are already at the peak of the semi-sage.

As long as you move forward a little bit, you can break through to the holy level.

However…

At that time, he fought against the Protoss.

The old ancestor was severely injured and the injury could not be recovered.

Strength has also been hit hard.

There's no way to go any further.

and…

The ancestors had to endure great pain and torture every day.

A full fifty thousand years.

The ancestor was alone and endured for 50,000 years!

Thinking of this, Wei Lou's heart was so sad that he couldn't help it.

If the ancestor was not injured, he could break through the holy level, then there would be no [sword holder system] dispute.

As long as the ancestor is there, the sword holder is there.

And the existence of the sword wielder can ensure that the Cangyang clan can live with dignity.

"coming…"

Zheng Zha said lightly: "How is the discussion on the next [Sword Handler] candidate?"

Hearing this, Wei Lou lowered his eyebrows, clenched his fists tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Old Ancestor, we, I..."

"Ha ha......."

Zheng Zha smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I expected it."

"This world has been in peace for a long time."

"Almost no one remembers the sense of danger when the Cangyang Clan was struggling on the line of life and death."

"Times have changed."

He said lightly: "I hold a bomb in my hand, a bomb that can destroy the entire interface.

No one wants to sleep with a bomb now, they all want to cancel the [Sword Bearer System], right? "

Wei Lou's head lowered, his voice weak: "Yes, the ancestor."

Zheng Zha took a deep breath and said, "Well, the injury in my body can no longer be suppressed, and I will be silent tomorrow."

"I can't take care of it after I die."

"Ancestor!" Wei Lou trembled.

Zheng Zha sighed: "I have heard that life is given to time, not time to life."

Wei Lou was silent.

Zheng Zha continued: "The Cangyang people have a glorious history and a splendid civilization. We have given the Cangyang people the glory of this period of time."

"After I die, I hope you can do the same."

"Not to survive, but to prolong life, and lose the entire civilization."

Wei Lou nodded and said, "Yes, Patriarch."

Zheng Zha shook his head, he didn't know if his words were useful.

He stood up slowly.

A sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

This is a sword.

It is also a big killer that can destroy this world.

Or the invisible bomb that exists in the bosom of the creatures of this world.

Destruction or survival.

All in the mind of the sword holder.

Zheng Zha holds the sword.

He walked to Wei Lou and suddenly asked, "How long has it been since you looked at the stars?"

Wei Lou was stunned for a moment, and he said, "It's been so long, so long that I don't remember."

Zheng Zha smiled slightly and said:

"Although we are all bugs in the gutter, we must always look at the stars. There is an endless starry sky, and there are everything we can't imagine. It may be cruel or beautiful, but as long as you think about it, you can see even The unknown world that cannot be imagined by imagination, it feels very life full of beauty.”

Wei Lou nodded.

He thought, if the ancestor hadn't been a [sword bearer].

He will definitely go to the endless starry sky.

After all, the ancestor was such a person who liked watching the stars, but he never left this world.

The ancestors not only took their own lives.

He also entrusted his dreams to the ethnic group.

"You go, go back and tell them."

Zheng Zha looked up at the sky and said slowly, "This sword will be buried with me forever."

Wei Lou trembled all over!

Zheng Zha suddenly smiled and said, "People are good at their words when they are about to die. I have a word for you, for the Cangyang clan."

Wei Lou said solemnly, "Ancestor, please speak."

"If you lose your humanity, you will lose a lot. But if you lose your bestiality, you will lose everything."

After Zheng Zha finished speaking, he said, "You can go, just come and collect the corpse tomorrow."

Wei Lou's figure suddenly disappeared.

…

Zheng Zha held the sword and looked up at the sky.

50,000 years ago, when he was a young man.

After 50,000 years, he is about to pass away, still the same.

The wind was noisy, blowing Zheng Zha's white hair, and the dead leaves on the ground, flying in the air in curls, fluttering, and landing on the ground again.

Zheng Zha sighed.

For so many years, he was like a lion blocking the prying eyes of wolves.

Unexpectedly, the ethnic groups behind him have become sheep.

Now the sheep blame the lion for blocking their way.

And the lion is old.

Sooner or later you will die.

If the destruction of civilization is inevitable.

Then, death is also a kind of luck for me.

......

You Feng has a history of 52,100 years.

Zheng Zha, the ancestor of the Cangyang clan, passed away.

Buried in the Palace of Unhappiness.