The dark leopard looked far-reachingly and looked straight at Chen Qun.

"Don't worry, the time here is different from the outside world. You can feel it well, it will be good for you."

The faint aurora is winding around the sky, reflecting the ancestors' realm, looking vast and wild, and full of psychedelic colors.

"Don't you blame me for hurting so many Wakanda people?"

Feeling that the other party had no malice, Chen Qun slowly relaxed. When he heard Baste's words, he not only asked in confusion.

The corners of the black leopard's mouth curled up slightly, as if she was smiling.

"Death is never the end, it is just a new beginning."

"You don't understand now, but it's not the time yet."

"Go."

The black leopard squatted in a steady state, and the road under Chen Qun's feet suddenly stretched infinitely. In an instant, Bassette turned into a small black dot and disappeared into Chen Qun's eyes.

The next moment, the aurora was entangled, as if it turned into a red torrent, and the weeds around it were growing wildly.

Chen Qun watched this scene quietly, the weeds grew and withered, and they grew and grew; the aurora flowed, and they were repeated.

From time to time, black leopards walked past, and everything around them was constantly rotating like a sphere.

A strange and vast song sounded from afar, primitive and wild.

The sound of insects, the roar of leopards, the rustling sounds of life and death, as if they were constantly on this grassland.

Chen Qun slowly closed his eyes, felt everything silently, and felt his anger growing.

When I opened it again, the black leopard in front of me was still squatting quietly in front of me, as if I had never left, as if everything I had just been an illusion.

But Chen Qun could feel that his anger had indeed grown a lot.

"Thank you for your gift."

Chen Qun said this sentence sincerely. After all, he took the other party’s benefits in vain, so it’s okay to say thank you.

"It's time for you to leave, say hello to Master Gu Yi for me."

Baste did not reply, but waved his right claw, and with his words, Chen Qun's eyes turned black and disappeared into the ancestor's realm.

Looking at the empty eyes, Baste couldn't help but sigh.

"The only...unlimited possibility."

The black leopard man stood up and turned into a human figure. His dark face was strange and handsome, neither a man nor a woman, but only Baste and Buster.

"Time and time…"

The golden eyes were filled with some unspeakable fatigue, and the deep eyes seemed to penetrate everything.

I saw that a scepter was handed out from a pair of purple hands and was picked up by another man...

Inside Wakanda

Clouds and mists cover the mountains like quilts, and the mountains are rolling and the clouds are surging up and down, with clear layers, as if they are like fairyland.

One of the mountains is the holy land of Wakanda, where heart-shaped grass is cultivated.

It was here that the first Black Panther Baaga received guidance from the Black Panther God, became the first Black Panther, and unified all tribes.

Inside the mountain, in the dim cave, the lit torches provide light. Out of persistence in tradition and respect for the Black Panther God, everything around it maintains its original appearance.

Sparse purple herbs are planted in the square medicinal garden. There is a pit filled with red sand on the edge.

The old king and his group were lowering their heads and lowering their eyes, crossing their hands to their chests, quietly watching the red sand in front of them burying Chen Qun in the pit.

The female warriors and elders didn't know why the old king gave up such a great opportunity. They clearly lost the ability to resist, so why didn't they take action?

But surrounded by the old king's eyes that seemed to have been gazing with golden light and the solemn and solemn statues of black panthers around him, the group could only give up some thoughts and quietly wait for the ceremony to proceed.

But they firmly believe that Chen Qun will die! Because the heart-shaped grass is a gift from the Black Panther God, a madman like Chen Qun will definitely die in the Black Panther God's anger.

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"Hohuh!"

Not long after, the red sand suddenly began to tremble, and a big hand rushed out, Chen Qun sat up suddenly and shook off the layers of his body.

"Black Panther God!"

Chen Qun opened his eyes and stretched out his right hand. The purple light retreated, and three black marks that seemed to be leopard claws slowly disappeared.

The people around him looked at the scene in disbelief.

Although the golden tribe has always ruled Wakanda, it has been married to various tribes over the years, so the elders of other tribes can also take heart-shaped grass.

But Chen Qun obviously cannot be the blood of the royal family or the blood of other elders.

Because Wakanda's pure royal bloodline can perfectly integrate into the night, Chen Qun obviously cannot do this.

"How is that possible?!"

Seeing Chen Qun nothing happening, the others seemed to have collapsed in an instant. Wakanda respected the original tradition, which had both advantages and disadvantages.

Because of the tradition, even though technology is developed, the king of Wakanda is still a god who combines military, political and religious powers.

It is also following tradition, and suddenly faith collapsed. Just like now, the warrior who should have been brave and fearless could not even hold the spear in his hand and fell to the ground with a clang...

I kept muttering to myself, as if I was denying everything I saw.

not good!

The old king's face changed. If this matter spread, people in the entire country would be in an uproar and question the existence of the Black Panther God.

"The crocodile god is above, and the black panther god is above."

Elder Bankle, the lord of the river tribe, fell to the ground with a snap, watching Chen Qun straighten up, and the fanaticism in his eyes quickly occupied the entire eye socket.

"You must have been favored by the crocodile god. This time, you are deporting the divine punishment to remind us!"

Elder Banker shouted: "We are too dependent on vibrant, so you should warn us to respect tradition and gods!"

Talent!

The old king roared in his heart, Elder Banker was a god-assisted attack.

He had taken the Heart-shaped grass, so he naturally knew the existence of the ancestor's realm and also understood that the Black Panther God really existed.

The current situation is obviously that the Black Panther God recognized the other party for some reason, but the people and others cannot understand and accept it.

Instead of doing this, it is better to say that the other party is the favored by the crocodile god. Before, he just used Chen Qun's hand to bring down the divine punishment. In this way, the other party can accept the fact that the heart-shaped grass is subdued!

"Not bad! Lord Chen Qun is the favored by the crocodile god."

Before I knew it, the name of the old king also changed quietly: "You must have met the Black Panther God!"

Looking at the old king's bright eyes, Chen Qun nodded: "I did see the Black Panther God and received the gift from Ji."
Chapter completed!