Chapter 612 Mysterious Man

The cave was also dark, with cool water flowing from below.

Unlike the Holy Dragon Cave, the darkness inside can be seen. As long as the Dharma Eye is opened, the darkness inside can be seen as daylight.

The cool water is so deep below that you can barely see the bottom, and there are no living things below the water.

There were only countless roots floating. At first glance, Jiang Ling thought they were some kind of creatures. After a closer look, he realized that they were the roots of plants, which were very thick and numerous.

The sailboat is sailing on the water,

The old man with yellow veins stood on the bow of the ship, and he controlled the direction and speed of the ship.

After a while, the sailboat arrived at the shore.

The old man with yellow veins said: "Get off the boat."

He went down first by himself.

But I saw that there was a flat land ahead of me near the shore.

Jiang Ling looked up and saw that this place should be a cave with many stalactites hanging in it. Judging from the size, they must have been accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years.

On the flat land in front, there was an old man. He should have arrived here first.

And the old man also brought three people, but they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and they fell to the ground motionless.

After the old man Huang Zimai went down, the old man who came first looked at each other, and then both looked at Jiangling.

Jiang Ling kept up the pace and landed on the flat ground, but as soon as he stepped on it, he felt the soft ground, as if he were stepping on cotton.

After a while, I realized that this was not flat land, but a piece of water and land formed by countless roots intersecting with each other.

Due to years of microbial accumulation, the top looks like flat ground.

The old man with yellow pulse: "Let's get started."

The old man who came here first was the suppressor of Tianzi Pulse.

At this time, he picked up the three people on the ground and threw them towards the stone wall.

After that, with a snap of his fingers, he controlled three vines on the ground and pierced the chests of the three people.

The stimulation of pain caused the three people to tremble, and immediately two more people opened their eyes.

They were convulsing in severe pain, but could not resist, and their eyes turned white in the blink of an eye.

And the vines that were penetrated on their chests began to absorb their blood like straws.

The vine sucked greedily, and as the vine sucked, the fleshy bodies of the three people shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, the moss on the ground began to crack, and a coffin seemed to be exposed from the middle.

It was a coffin made of tree roots. When the main roots spread out one by one, a head was still intact inside.

The body under the head had long since rotted away, leaving only white bones.

And among the bones, strangely enough, there was still a heart.

Originally, the heart was also shriveled, like coke.

But there are three tentacles on the heart like pipes, transporting fresh blood to it.

And those three tentacles were the blood drawn from the bodies of the three dead people.

Jiang Ling's pupils shrank when he saw it, and he thought to himself, who is this?

To be raised here like this?

You actually have to sacrifice the blood of a living person?

He looked at the three dead men again. Judging from their clothes, they clearly looked like people from Yucun.

Because the clothes they wore were very similar to what Bai Xue wore back then.

As the blood transfusion continued, the seemingly intact head actually began to move.

It shook from side to side at first, and then started to stand up little by little.

The head was hanging in the air, with only a few blood vessels underneath connecting the decaying body.

"How long?"

After the head floated, before the eyes were opened, the mouth began to speak.

The voice was pitiful, hoarse and cold.

As soon as it spoke, the two old men beside Jiangling immediately bowed and shouted "Ancestor".

Jiang Ling couldn't help but be surprised when he heard their names.

You must know that these two old men are also at the level of ancestors in their own clan.

But now that head turns out to be the [ancestor] of the ancestor. How many times must it be the old monster from before?

'No wonder it's like this. The old guy from so long ago, who was already dead, can still have a trace of life left.'

Immortality is a false proposition.

No matter how long your life is, it will eventually come to an end. However, different environments have different ways to delay your own aging. But after all, life still has an end.

I don’t know what method this [Ancestor]-level old man has used to survive to this day.

'However, he should be considered dead now, because his awakening should have relied on the blood and essence of those three people. Without the sacrifices of those three people, he would not have been able to wake up.'

"Twenty-four hundred and thirty-three years have passed since I announced it to my ancestor." The old man from Tianzimai replied.

"It's only been two thousand four hundred and thirty-three years. Why did you wake me up so early?"

The head still has not opened its eyes, but is talking with its eyes closed, as if it is very tired and has limited energy.

The old man Huang Zimai said: "To inform our ancestors, our clan has been sending people to try to enter the Holy Dragon Cave for generations. Until now, we have finally found a suitable candidate. This person entered the Holy Dragon Cave and did not die. He may be me

The hope of our nation.”

"Um?"

After hearing this, the head seemed to finally become a little more interested, and its tired eyes finally began to open a little bit.

When his eyelids were fully opened, there were actually four pupils in those cloudy eyeballs!

When he looked at Jiang Ling, Jiang Ling seemed to have the illusion that someone was rushing towards him and covering his whole body. He couldn't help but take a step back.

Double pupils?

The double pupils here are not the eyes of a saint. Jiang Ling knows that they are sick eyes, a kind of mutation.

But despite this, when looking at others with those eyes, it will give people a very strange feeling.

"Just him?" The head seemed a little dissatisfied,

Because of Gangneung's appearance, he doesn't seem to have pure blood.

Huang Zimai old man: "He is an outsider, not of my race. But he has mastered the first-level inheritance of [The Origin of Wind] in the Immortal Cave. His talent and luck are both excellent."

Tianzimai old man: "What the high priest means is to place hope on this person. He also wants [the ancestor] to give him the power of light. If not, he will be blind when he enters the Holy Dragon Cave. Looking for

We don’t have what our clan needs.”

The head quickly closed its eyes again. It was really tired. Opening its eyes seemed to waste a lot of its energy.

"knew."

After it said this, it suddenly opened its mouth, and a black thing spurted out. The thing shot straight, and turned into a mark as soon as it landed on Jiang Ling.

The mark is exactly a sun-shaped coat of arms,

There is also an identical coat of arms in Jiangling's dantian.

It's just that the emblem in his Dantian was obtained from the Immortal Cave, and this emblem was spit out from the mouth of the head.

Compared with the coat of arms in Dantian, this article is slightly different, because it is clearly a light coat of arms, but its surface is still wrapped with black and vivid mist.
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