v7 Chapter 776： secret (2/2)

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A clan member fell under Da Song's iron riding hooves, the sky was gloomy, and there was a pouring rain. The blood on the ground mixed with rain and turned into a scary blood, like a sea of ​​blood, endless.

Only the last nearly a thousand people remain in the entire Doronagar line, and the rest have died. But besieged in the army of Song Dynasty, what awaits them is also the end of death.

The patriarch showed a miserable look, and turned to look at a black-clothed old man behind him. The two of them exploded at the same time in a sad and miserable laugh, and wiped out all the big Song Tieqi who came from the surrounding area, tearing the space apart, revealing a dark shadow. Where is the passage.

”The Zuoyan line has fallen to the point it is today, and I am unwilling! In the future, if I have a chance to return to the Great Thousand Realm, I must remember everything today!”

At the next moment, the remaining nearly a thousand monks of the Doronaga line were sucked into the dark tunnel and disappeared.

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The space collapsed, nearly a hundred figures fell, all in ragged clothes and pale.

During the long space journey, they have suffered many disasters, and they are no one in ten here.

Fortunately, they finally survived, and the blood of the ethnic group can be preserved.

But soon they realized that things were not as good as they thought. The thin spiritual power of the mayfly world is simply not enough to recover their injuries. The wounds that were originally not fatal have become more and more serious with the passage of time.

After detailed discussions, they made a plan to preserve the blood of the ethnic group.

Dozens of Doronagar monks joined forces to form a large formation, dividing the vast sea in the place where they were, the Mayfly world monks, cutting off all contact with the outside world to prevent the arrival of chase.

The eleven monks left before that. They shouldered the mission of leaving offspring for the ethnic group to multiply in the outside world. They each went incognito and chose their own surnames: Huangji, Su Mu, Xiao, Mo, Yun, Shang, Ji, Lu, Wei, Xie and Fan are integrated into the realm of comprehension to preserve the blood of the ethnic group.

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The change in my mind gradually dissipated, and then a voice sounded again before, ”My descendants, everything that happened long ago, please don't forget.”

The sound slowly dissipated, and finally returned to Ping Ji, and there was no more sound.

Xiao Chen's eyes opened slowly, and a faint grief suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The scenes in circulation showed him a fight in the ancient times and made him truly sure of his origin.

Because, he is simply a child of Zuo Yan's line, otherwise he will not be able to integrate the blood of the Ji family, nor can he successfully inherit the clan of Zuo Yan (Doronagar) left in the bloodline.

When the eleven monks left, the monk surnamed Xiao should be the ancestor of the Xiao family.

And the hatred of the year, although countless years have passed, but he has experienced it personally.

Even if you want to forget, I'm afraid you can't do it.

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the thought in his heart. Now even if he already knows this, he must not reveal the least bit of news, otherwise he will be waiting for endless disasters.

But at this moment, the ice outside his body shattered without warning, and a repulsive force came from the ascending dragon pond.

The whirlpool that swirled in his body that swallowed the two forces of icy cold and scorching heat quietly dissipated at this moment, turned into the last warm force, and disappeared into his body.

Without giving him time to sense the changes in his body, Xiao Chen heard a sound of water surface breaking in his ears, and the figure had appeared outside the Shenglong Pond. Fortunately, the green robe on him is the mana concentration, and the body is covered with the movement of his mind.

Falling down, he bowed respectfully to Guangzhao, saying: ”See Master Guangzhao.”

Guang Guang opened his eyes, took a deep look at Xiao Chen, and nodded slightly.

But at this moment, he was not given a chance to speak, and a monk appeared and said respectfully, ”Elder, Your Majesty has called Xiao Chen and the three of them to see him.”

Guangzhao's face was calm, as if he had already thought of this, waved his hand, and said: ”Return to your Majesty, I will take them immediately.”

Instructing the monk to hesitate slightly, this is not the same as your majesty's meaning, but he is one of the few monks in the imperial palace who knows the identity of the light.

With Xiao Chen's departure, the surface of the Tenglong Pond had returned to calm, the blood dissipated, and it became clear again.

The light fell in one step, and the figure appeared in front of Xiao Chen, and said lightly, ”Let's go.” His expression was calm, but his heart was ready to protect him no matter what.