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Chapter 475: The Sorrow of the Old Sacrificial Wine(2/2)

The old priest's eyes were hazy, as if he had seen millions of years ago, his voice was very slow, and every word he said seemed to be remembering.

The heavy breath made Chu Yang and Chu Tiange breathlessly.

"The inheritance of millions of years?"

Chu Tiange finally trembled.

"Let's go, this battle is dawn!"

The old priest gently patted the picture of the humanity and passed it over.

Chu Tiange took it, and he felt his hands were extremely heavy, as if the sustenance of countless heroic spirits of the human race over the past millions of years.

His shoulders suddenly sank.

"I, I'll fight all my blood!"

Chu Tiange said in a low voice.

The white clouds are bleak and the wind is sobbing.

"Who are you?"

Chu Yang asked again.

How could he know the inheritance of millions of years?

Even Chu Tiange didn't understand the secret of the map of humanity. You must know that Chu Tiange's current cultivation level has almost reached the peak of heaven and man, how terrible it is.

This picture was also passed down by Taizu.

He suddenly realized that the old priest was too mysterious, and Chu Jiujiu's series of arrangements, and his methods were too outrageous and difficult to explain.

A forbidden source formation is simply difficult to obtain in the mundane world.

There is a lot of fog.

"I'm just a useless person!"

The old priest sighed, full of helplessness.

Chu Yang was silent for a moment and asked again: "Even if the forbidden land is destroyed and the 'immortals' that have descended, will the powerful people in the fairy world not know? Can't they open the Tianwei Gate again?"

"Why can you open it if you want to open it if you want to? Besides, there is the influence of the power of the Supreme Tomb here, and they can't even see the situation here! If you destroy this time, you will give us at least 100,000 years of accumulation!"

The old priest replied.

"After all this comes from the game of power in the upper realm. It has not reversed this situation for a million years. What's the use of a hundred thousand years?"

Chu Yang snorted coldly, "Are the so-called powerful people of the human race in the immortal world so useless? Can't even open the Tianwei Gate?"

The old priest was silent.

Chu Tiange's brows condensed into a lump.

"After a hundred thousand years, wouldn't it be enslaved again?"

Chu Yang said sadly.
Chapter completed!
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