Chapter 2070: Monument of Heroes

Lin Hao has heard the three words "ancestral palace" countless times.

This is the root of the human race, which gathers the top powerhouses of the human race in the big world of Jiuxiaotian.

Arriving at the Ancestral Shrine, Lin Hao was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Here, there is no luxury at all, and it can even be described as simple.

If you really want to compare it, this is more like an ordinary village.

However, each building is far apart. In the center, there is a round altar floating in the air. On the altar stands a huge stone tablet reaching the sky.

Looking at the stele from a long distance, Lin Hao felt a desolate and tragic atmosphere, as if he saw the scene of countless human warriors fighting in blood.

Lu Zhan put away his usual roughness, and said: "Every strong man who has made great contributions to the human race, after his fall, his name will be engraved on the stele of heroes, and will be respected and worshiped by the descendants of the human race.

If one day, my name, Lu Zhan, is engraved on the stele of heroes, Lin Hao, remember to tell your brothers and sisters not to be sad, but to be happy for me. "

It was rare for Luo Qingyi to refute Lu Zhan's words, and said: "Go, every member of the human race who comes here, the first thing to do is to salute in front of the monument of heroes."

Lin Hao nodded, and flew towards the altar together with Luo Qingyi and Na Lu Zhan.

Come to the monument of heroes.

Lin Hao's feelings became even stronger.

The height of the heroic monument is unknown, as if piercing through the sky.

The handwriting engraved on the stele of heroes seems to be alive, shouting and fighting.

Lin Hao's eyes focused on a name, and in the next moment, a lot of information appeared in his mind.

"Zhou Han: The master of Xuanyuan Shrine in the middle three days, led the human race against the god race for 12,537 years, in order to save more than a hundred young talents of the human race. Killed the three great god masters of the protoss, severely injured the five great god masters, and rescued one hundred and sixty-one young human beings. '

These information gradually turned into a figure in Lin Hao's mind.

That was Zhou Han, the former palace lord of Xuanyuan Shrine where the human race lived for three days, a man with dark skin and a very honest look.

In Lin Hao's heart, he was in awe.

What is recorded in this stele is only the most glorious battle information, and there are many, many achievements that have not been recorded. Presumably, the former palace owner of Xuanyuan Shrine must have been stained with the blood of countless gods.

Lin Hao shifted his gaze to another name.

‘Ling Shuang, the commander of the Zixiao Celestial Clan, a god-lord with cultivation base, a Tianshuang God Spear, smashed thirteen temples of the God Clan, and killed the five gods of the God Clan. '

The figure of this fallen god and powerhouse of the human race manifested as a burly and muscular man, wearing a silver god armor, holding a silver god spear, and a fiery red cloak fluttering behind him, looking very mighty.

Lin Hao's gaze shifted again, and suddenly he saw a very familiar name.

"Gu Mo, in the next three days, the deputy palace lord of the Yanhuang Shrine, cultivated as a god, stepped into the middle three days, the gods launched an attack plan, massacred a large number of human soldiers, Gu Mo led the army to counterattack, and wiped out all the invading gods A strong enemy, the source burns and dies!"

The figure of Gu Mo manifested in Lin Hao's mind.

Lin Hao's unsmiling appearance set off a monstrous wave in Lin Hao's heart.

I still remember that the first time I saw Gu Mo was when Lin Hao's elder brother Huo Cang walked the road of the invincible god king, and Lin Hao followed everyone from the False God Realm to the Heavenly Heaven.

At that time, Lin Hao didn't know Gu Mo's identity.

Gu Mo patted him on the shoulder, and without a sound, he injected a force, covering Lin Hao's newly opened original world atmosphere.

In the chaotic battlefield of the False God Realm, Lin Hao led the younger generation of the human race, and fought against the younger generation of the god race. The gods and human race were dispatched, and it was Gu Mo who arrived in time to resolve the crisis.

The final battle broke out in the Zhenwu world. Lin Hao took the Tianmen built by Lu Yi into the heavenly realm of the sky. In order to buy time for Lin Hao, Gu Mo chose to break through and left the next three days that had been in charge for countless thousands of years.

Lin Hao's impression was extremely deep in every scene.

Lin Hao originally thought that he would be able to go to Zhongzhong for three days soon to meet Gu Mo and the others... But he never thought that when he saw Gu Mo again, it would be on the heroic monument of the Ancestral Shrine.

Names, deeds, and silhouettes kept appearing in Lin Hao's mind.

Lin Hao's eye sockets were moist and slightly red.

His mood fluctuated violently.

"Lin Hao, remembering the martyrs and inheriting the will of the martyrs is what we who are still alive should do!" A soft shout resounded in Lin Hao's mind like thunder.

Lin Hao came back to his senses, looked at Lord Qingtian, and said, "Don't worry, Lord Qingtian, I understand."

Lord Qingtian nodded, and said: "Everyone like you who came to the Monument of Heroes for the first time will lose his composure. The patriarch of your God of War Palace knelt here and cried for three days and three nights."

Lu Zhan was mentioned about this matter, but he didn't see the slightest embarrassment. He looked at the stele of heroes and said, "My name will be engraved here in the future, and maybe someone will cry for me."

No one spoke anymore.

Luo Qingyi and Lu Zhan all bowed and solemnly made a big gift.

The same is true for Lin Hao, ready to bow and salute.

But at the moment when he bent over, the heroic stele suddenly shook, and a blazing light burst out, and a soft divine power supported Lin Hao's body, preventing him from saluting.

Lu Zhan and Luo Qingyi were on the side, with shocked expressions on their faces.

All the powerhouses of the entire Ancestral Shrine walked out of the place where they lived and practiced, and looked in the direction of the monument of heroes.

Lin Hao looked at the stele of heroes with firm eyes, and said, "Although I don't know why, you don't allow me to worship, but this worship must be done!"

After the words fell, the gentle divine power supporting Lin Hao's body dissipated.

Lin Hao bowed solemnly.

The Monument of Heroes remained silent.

Luo Qingyi and Lu Zhan looked at each other, and then Luo Qingyi spoke, "Lin Hao, I will take you to see Palace Master Fang first."

In the last three days, there was only one person Luo Qingyi called the Palace Master, and that was Fang Tianhan, the Master of the Ancestral God Palace!

Left the Monument of Heroes.

Luo Qingyi said: "Are you a little confused?"

Lin Hao nodded and said, "Why is the name of the god emperor not seen on the stele of heroes?"

Given the contribution God Emperor Zhenwu made to the human race, how could it be possible that his name is not included in the stele of heroes?

Lin Hao was even guessing, could it be that the Human Race Ancestral God Palace is also unable to determine whether the Zhenwu God Emperor has really fallen.

Luo Qingyi said: "That stele of heroes is the God Emperor."

Lin Hao was shocked.

Luo Qingyi said: "The Monument of Heroes was forged by the God Emperor out of a piece of his spine. Although you didn't see the name of the God Emperor on the Monument of Heroes, you did see the backbone of the God Emperor!"