Chapter 817 The Hundred-Year Period Has Come, and the Prophet Returns!

Spade AK, joker, Yan Changshou and others also resurrected and returned. They looked around blankly like everyone else, until their eyes locked on the majestic figure in the air that looked like the sun across the sky, and their pupils suddenly shrank!

"It's the master!"

"The master is back!"

"I knew the master would not abandon us. Spade A said enthusiastically.

In fact, after Fang Xiu left, Spade AK and others did not live well. After all, they were aliens and it was difficult for them to integrate into the human group, so they chose to settle in the border of Xia Country, a deserted place. On weekdays, they mainly went to the other side to train themselves and strive to be used by Fang Xiu again one day.

But the good times did not last long. Since Bei Xuan came, the void formation enveloped Xia Country, and everything about the prophet was erased, and Spade AK and others were unlucky.

When Fang Xiu was there, they were the subordinates of the great prophet. When Fang Xiu was not there, they were weird aliens, rats crossing the street that everyone shouted and beat, and they were naturally liquidated.

"I remember, he is a prophet! It was the prophet who turned into a dragon and saved the world a hundred years ago! ! "

"I learned about the prophet when I was in school, and there were illustrations of the prophet in the textbook. How could I have forgotten it before?"

"I am so damned! I even forgot about the prophet."

"My grandfather admired the prophet the most. I grew up listening to the prophet's stories. I didn't expect that I would forget all of this."

The scarred woman and others who were rescued by Fang Xiu before also recovered their memories. All three of them were stunned and their brains crashed.

"Prophet... prophet, I was actually saved by the prophet before! ?" The calmest scarred woman couldn't help but stutter, thinking back to the terrifying S-level weird that fled without a fight. She now understood that it was not that the other party had any special abilities, but that the gap in strength between the two sides was too big. How could the S-level weird not run away when seeing the prophet as if seeing a god?

"I actually said before that I didn't know the prophet. Wouldn't he be angry? "The bald man swallowed hard.

Pa!

A slapping sound was heard. It turned out that the man in the shroud slapped himself with a sad face: "I regret it so much. If I had known earlier, I would have asked him about his Werewolf ID. I missed the opportunity to meet the prophet in vain. "

More and more people have recovered their memories. They look at Fang Xiu with guilt or enthusiasm, and their hearts are shocked and full of mixed feelings.

This is the first time that people in the new era have seen Fang Xiu, but there is no strangeness in their eyes, because they have seen that figure countless times at home, in textbooks, in museums, etc. They can recite the deeds of the prophet by heart. Education has a lag. When the living legend returns, what they have learned is fully confirmed at this moment.

They are trembling with excitement and tears are in their eyes.

There has been a legend in Xia Country that a hundred years later, the prophet will return and save the world again, just as he did a hundred years ago.

Now, he is back!

He is really back!

The hundred-year period has arrived, and the prophet has returned!

Fang Xiu is hanging high in the sky, and his calm eyes overlook the Xia Country that he has not seen for a hundred years. Those familiar or unfamiliar faces come into view. Everyone is looking at him, and his fanatical eyes can almost melt the void.

Amid the attention of the crowd, he slowly opened his mouth: "Everyone... I am back. "

When this sentence resounded throughout the land of Xia, there was no sound in the whole country. People seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and their faces were flushed with excitement.

The next moment!

The incomparable and huge cheers, the cheers that were about to overturn the world, broke out like a landslide and tsunami.

"Ah!"

"Long live the prophet!!!"

"Praise the prophet!!!" "

"Welcome home..."

The cheers lasted for a full minute, and many people even fainted due to lack of oxygen, and then they stopped.

At this moment, there was no fear of the weirdness in their eyes, because their backbone, their faith, the prophet was back!

At this moment, a picture suddenly appeared in the sky.

There was a figure on the picture, it was... Master Beixuan.

The Master Beixuan in the picture had a grim smile on his face, and he kept attacking Wanlilongcheng, beating the golden dragon that protected Xia country all over his body, until one hole after another appeared in the sky above Xia country, and countless roaring weirdness poured in from the holes.

There was also a picture of him going to the depths of the other side, selecting the corpse mountain weirdness to attack Xia country, and setting up a large formation to erase the existence of the prophet.

A huge uproar sounded in Xia country.

"This... is this Master Beixuan?"

"It turns out that all this was done by Master Beixuan, he is the mastermind behind the scenes!"

"Still call him Master Beixuan? "Master Xian, he is a beast. So many people died in Xia country because of him!"

"F**k, fuck! I am so angry, I want Bei Xuan to die! !"

"He actually made us forget history and the great prophet. Bei Xuan is a bastard. Cut him into pieces!"

The shouting and roaring were endless. The people of Xia country fully demonstrated what it means to be excited.

The once high-ranking Master Bei Xuan fell from the altar in less than a minute and became a beast Bei Xuan. For a long time in Xia country, the curse became - you are really Bei Xuan! You are Bei Xuan, and your whole family is Bei Xuan!

These two words once became the dirtiest words in Xia Country. Even people with good tempers would not be able to resist hitting others when they heard these two words.

At this point, Bei Xuan's faith was also broken.

He fell to the ground, his face full of disbelief. He could never have imagined that he had just laughed at Fang Xiu for not being remembered by anyone and unable to absorb faith, but he turned around and was slapped in the face. The most terrifying thing was that the way he was slapped in the face was enough to shock him for ten thousand years. He actually gained faith by resurrecting people from the previous era and breaking through the influence of the void formation. Even gods could not do this.

He stared at the picture in the air in a daze. Suddenly, he was shocked. The more he looked at it, the more he felt it was wrong. His eyes turned red: "Fake! This is fake! You forged it!"

Although he did the above things, he did not smile when he did it, and the void formation was not set up by him. Many details in it did not match. It was obviously forged at a glance.

Fang Xiu's calm voice rang in his ears: "The truth is never important. People always believe what they want to believe. Obviously... they prefer to believe me."

"You! Fang Xiu! You will die!"

Bei Xuan's eyes were red with anger.

Fang Xiu's mouth curled up into a sneer. With a wave of his hand, an invisible force sealed Bei Xuan, who was like mud, and then gently threw it.

Bei Xuan drew a beautiful parabola in the air like a broken sack, and then fell into the crowd of excited people.

At this moment, the crowd that won the prize instantly exploded.

"I **** Bei Xuan, bah!"

"Kill him!"

"Make way, make way, let me kick him too, just one kick!"

(Family members, please forgive me, I am too busy today, and there is not enough time in the evening. I can only write one, and I will make up for it tomorrow. In addition, thank you for your reward and support.)