Chapter 950 The New Rune Inheritance

Chen Luo heard the words, and his eyes suddenly flashed, "New runes? You mean there are new runes on top of the thirty-six runes?"

Xuan Tianjun's voice rang again, "There are thousands of avenues in the world, and thirty-six divine runes can be included in all of them. When the deity entered the realm of the gods, he had already understood the new divine runes, so he left them here. Wait for his descendants to come here to get it."

Chen Luo reacted at once, why did Xuan Tianjun's Yuanshen wonder just now that he didn't know where it was.

This place is the inheritance of Xuan Tianjun's new rune, and most of the people who come in know that they are here to accept the inheritance.

But after I don’t know how many thousands of years ago, after Xuan Tianjun went to God’s Domain, descendants do not know why they were not able to open this inheritance land, until today.

Chen Luo was not too excited. He even had the inheritance of the Nine Heavens of Silentness. Xuan Tianjun's new talisman might be very powerful, but it should not exceed the Nine Heavens of Silentness.

However, Chen Luo is currently unable to use Jiutian Jiutian. With this new rune, it will be a big help when he finds the Xuanhai Galaxy in the future.

"How to get the inheritance of this new rune."

"Before the Daoist Dharma was completed, the deity had faced many choices, and it was the accumulation of these choices that created the deity."

Xuan Tianjun's indifferent voice rang out, "There are thirty-six doors in front of you, and each door contains the most important choice that the deity has made in his life. Everyone has their own regrets in their hearts. He also has his own hesitations and fantasies. What this deity wants to see is what kind of choices you will make after encountering what he has experienced.

As long as your choice matches what the deity thinks, you can get new runes. "

"Any door will do?"

"Yes."

Chen Luo frowned, "It's that simple, just make a choice?"

"No, I don't know which memory you will experience in it, but there will definitely be many choices in it. If you choose the wrong one, you will be trapped in it forever, but it will not endanger your life."

Chen Luo's mind was a little cold, the price was too high.

"The door to come in has disappeared, does this mean that I can't go in if I don't?"

"Yes."

Xuan Tianjun Yuanshen's old voice sounded again, "Once the inheritance is opened, there is no way out. I thought you knew this before you came in."

Chen Luo smiled, "I really didn't know this before I came in, but the matter has come to this point, it's useless to say this, let's start directly."

After Chen Luo finished speaking, he stopped asking questions, but just chose a door and walked over.

Chen Luo can actually guess what Xuan Tianjun is thinking. Many people in this world have lost the opportunity and always want to do it again.

Some people yearn for change and feel that their lives are full of failures.

What Xuan Tianjun wanted to see was what choices his descendants would make before the major choices he encountered.

Maybe someone like him, maybe someone different.

As for what the situation will be, Chen Luo can only go in and adapt accordingly.

When Chen Luo opened the door and stepped in, a black light flashed and appeared in a stone passage.

The inside of the door is still empty, and there are hard stone walls on both sides. Chen Luo knocked on it with his hands. The stone walls are very thick and the sound is dull.

This is a straight passage with no end in sight.

When Chen Luo looked back again, he found that the door through which he came in had disappeared.

Chen Luo frowned and could only go forward, keep going.

After walking for a few minutes, a ray of light suddenly bloomed, and when Chen Luo came back to his senses, he had already appeared on a dead wasteland.

A hobbled little boy, shivering from the cold behind a dune.

There was the sound of howling wolves in the distance, from time to time.

Chen Luo's eyes narrowed slightly. The boy was wearing an ancient costume, but at this time he had already turned into a ragged appearance, and it was still stained with blood, which had long been soaked in blood.

Not far from the little boy, lay two cold corpses.

The two corpses, a man and a woman, had wounds all over their bodies, which was shocking. The woman's body even had no clothes on her body. It was obvious that she had been abused before her death.

The male corpse's eyes were not closed, and his expression was frozen, full of reluctance and distress.

That's not the fear of death, but looking at the six- or seven-year-old boy in front of him, the only thing he can't worry about before he dies is this boy.

"father!!"

"Mother!! Wake up, you don't want me!"

The little boy's face was full of grief and terror, grabbing the body of the male corpse and shaking it vigorously.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, looking at the two corpses on the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

At this time, the cold wind whistled, and the little boy didn't know if it was fear or if he was frozen, and his whole body was shaking.

Seeing this, Chen Luo vaguely understood that this little boy was most likely Xuan Tianjun when he was young.

Chen Luo was silent. He looked around, but found that there were not only these two corpses on the wasteland. Looking down from the sand dunes, all he could see were corpses.

The further down the sand dunes were, the more corpses piled up, and they converged into a river of blood below.

Chen Luo just judged it in an instant. I'm afraid this is not a simple vendetta, but a battle of genocide, and the young Xuan Tianjun became the only one who survived.

After an unknown amount of time, the little boy finally realized that his parents were dead and could never wake up again.

"Father, why do you say you don't want to take revenge?"

The little boy muttered to himself, fear in his eyes.

"Yes. You are afraid that I will die, right? But how can I forget this family annihilation. Father, mother, you can go at ease, and then it's up to me."

The little boy stood up, and the cold and hard blood clothes on his body radiated a blood-colored shimmer under the rays of the winter sunset, like a battle armor.

A little boy who was only six or seven years old used his tender hands to hold a sharp stone to excavate the frozen soil. It took two days and two nights to dig a hole and bury the bodies of his parents.

The little boy knelt down before his parents' graves and kowtowed three times.

"Father, mother, even if you are smashed to pieces, the child will avenge you and your clan!"

The little boy stood up, turned and walked into the distance, his figure gradually disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Chen Luo's figure disappeared in an instant, and was forcibly teleported behind the little boy.

However, although Chen Luo was by his side, the little boy didn't realize anything from the beginning to the end, and just walked towards the front blankly.

Chen Luo was not surprised. Now he has not given any choice at all, and his perspective will naturally follow the childhood Xuan Tianjun.