Chapter 1378 Forbidden Formation

"Old Yi, have you heard of the Emperor of the Sea?" Liu Lang couldn't help but communicate with Yi Xingchen.

"No." Yi Xingchen replied very simply: "It was hundreds of thousands of years ago that the soul race moved to the Three Realms. At that time, the Three Realms were in chaos, and the human race and the monster race were fighting every day. If there was such an existence as the Sea Emperor, Definitely can't fight."

"That's right." Liu Lang nodded slightly. The man in the white shirt was talking about a million years ago, before the Three Realms Continent was broken into countless small worlds, the land didn't even appear, and there was water everywhere. What happened at that time, I'm afraid they have all been lost in the long river of time.

Compared to Liu Lang's calmness, Li's jaw dropped to the ground.

The horseshoe crabs had a glorious past, even the strongest race that ruled the world. Looking at the present, it has been reduced to one of the weakest races in the four seas. If the ancestors of the horseshoe crabs knew about this, the coffin would probably be overwhelmed.

As the prince of the horseshoe crab clan, Li was also full of guilt.

But what to be afraid of, the man in white shirt asked softly: "How is the current situation of the Horseshoe Clan?"

"The current situation?" Li was dumbfounded for a moment. If the ancestor of the Horseshoe Clan knew that the Horseshoe Clan has reached the point where anyone can step on it, he might be slapped to death.

"The situation of the Horseshoe Clan is not bad." At this moment, Liu Lang stood aside, "Although it is not as good as in your era, but they also have their own fiefdoms. There are not many people in the tribe, but they live and work in peace and contentment. Now it is peaceful. In this era, cooperation and win-win are emphasized, and there are not so many fights and killings. Everyone lives carefree."

"Benefactor!"

Hearing Liu Lang's serious nonsense, Li almost burst into tears. No wonder he is a mortal who can make a living in heaven. He is thousands of miles away.

"Peaceful times..." The white-clothed man chewed on these four words, a little moved, then scanned the millions of corpses around him, and muttered to himself: "It seems that our sacrifice was not in vain back then."

Although he still didn't know anything about the man in white shirt, Liu Lang had some vague guesses from the situation in front of him and the few words the man in white shirt said.

In order to confirm his guess, Liu Lang hesitated for a moment, summoned up his courage, and asked, "Senior, space storms often erupt in this sea area. May I ask if it is related to the altar under your feet?"

"You, a junior, have average cultivation and know a lot." The white-clothed man looked at Liu Lang with a smile on his face, and then sighed: "For millions of years, no one has ever been here. History, I'm afraid, has long been forgotten, it's unfair to the dead, since you asked, I'll talk about it."

Liu Lang and Li immediately pricked up their ears.

The history of millions of years ago, this is something you can't usually hear, and from the tone of the man in the white shirt, it can be heard that the following narration will definitely solve the mystery of the Boneyard.

"Our world was born hundreds of millions of years ago. In the hundreds of millions of years, life has been born and life has been lost. It has passed through one era after another..."

The man in the white shirt had a low voice, and as he narrated, Liu Lang and Li had a new understanding of this world.

The so-called era, in fact, is the process of every prosperity and decline of the Three Realms Continent,

This is an unavoidable thing, even the man in white can't tell clearly what the Three Realms Continent was like before the era of the Sea Emperor, because, just like people today, they don't understand their era, and they don't understand it either. previous epoch.

Every era ends with a disaster that sweeps across the continent. The high-level cultivators are all lost, the old race perishes, and a new race is born. Then, it evolves and becomes stronger, opening a new era.

Unfortunately, the white-shirted man was born when the last era was about to end. A group of strong men from outside the region opened up the passage to enter the Three Realms from outside the region, and prepared to turn the creatures of the Three Realms into their slaves.

As the king of the sea, the white-clothed man had no choice but to activate the taboo formation that had been passed down for a long time by the horseshoe crabs. Using the holy artifact as the eye of the formation, he sacrificed millions of immortal cultivators, completely strangled the invaders from outside the territory, and sealed the formation outside the territory. Passage to the Three Realms.

The man in the white shirt spoke very flatly.

However, looking at the millions of corpses around him, Liu Lang seemed to have returned to a million years ago. Millions of cultivators in the fairyland, including some of them were powerful, sacrificed themselves and generously died in order to change the freedom of the Three Realms.

Even if you are not there, you can feel the tragedy and tragedy just by thinking about it.

If it weren't for these people, the Three Realms Continent would probably be in a different situation now. The human race and the monster race would not even appear, let alone the war between the two races, and the establishment of the heavenly court.

However, to this day, no one knows about them.

"Senior, you..." After listening, Li was silent, but Liu Lang stopped talking.

"You want to ask, why am I still alive, right?" The man in white shirt seemed to be able to read people's hearts, and he guessed what Liu Lang was thinking in no time.

"Yes." Liu Lang nodded.

"Actually, I died a long time ago. I died the moment the taboo formation was opened. Others sacrificed to the formation, but I sacrificed to the eye of the formation. In order to ensure the normal operation of the taboo formation, I gave up my body and soul, merged with the holy vessel, and became the spirit of the holy vessel!" The white-clothed man said calmly, looking at the altar under his feet.

"The spirit of the holy vessel?"

Liu Lang's head thumped. At this time, he realized that the reason why the real eye could not see through the man in white shirt was not because the man in white shirt had reached the Holy Master Realm, but because the man in white shirt was no longer a normal living organisms.

The white-clothed man who is a tool spirit is beyond the scope of the eyes of reality.

"But even the spirit of the sacred weapon is impossible to be immortal. I have been guarding here for a million years, and it is time to leave. I am very pleased to see you at the last moment."

After the man in the white shirt finished talking about everything in the past, he seemed relaxed.

"More than a million years have passed, and the passage under the altar has been completely sealed under the influence of the power of the world, and the sacred artifact that represents the glory of the Horseshoe Clan should be seen again."

The man in the white shirt looked at Liu Lang and said, "Actually, you are much smarter than Li. If I had a choice, I would like to give you this sacred artifact, but this sacred artifact is the ancestor of the Horseshoe Clan. Only those who have the strongest bloodline of the horseshoe crab can refine what is refined by using the body as a sacrificial vessel. Therefore..."

The man in white shirt shifted his gaze to Li, "So, you are its new owner!"

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