Chapter 168： the collapse of a civilization (1/2)

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."