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The brilliance in the eyeballs gradually dissipated, Qin Yichen also slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the ancient temple in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little lost, apparently, he didn't expect that the ancient monument was still hidden

Such a strange place.

With the emergence of Qin Yichen, a ray of light suddenly appeared in this strange space.

"Om ..."

However, for a moment of effort, the light turned into a figure. When the figure appeared, the blood flowing in Qin Yichen's body suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

This figure wore a robe, and there did not seem to be any violent fluctuations on him. However, the appearance of such a figure made this world tremble, as if the world could not restrain the punch and kick of this person !!

"My tribe, someone is finally here."

The robe man stepped into the void, slowly came to Qin Yichen, and murmured, in his voice, there was a touch of relief, and there seemed to be a relief.

"Humin Qin Yichen, meet the ancestors of Hongjun!"

After hearing the man's words, Qin Yichen finally couldn't help the excitement in his heart. He knelt on the void with his knees in front of the figure and performed the most solemn gift in the human race.

This figure has a pair of dark pupils, and in those deep eyes reveals a strange wisdom.

In many ancient books of the human race, Qin Yichen has seen this familiar face. The man in front of him is the ancestor who once stood on the top of this heaven and earth and led the people to open up a breeding place ... Hong Jun !!

"Qin Yichen is a good name."

The man in the robe smiled slightly and reached up to help Qin Yichen. His eyes looked up and down on the face, and his face was full of relief.

"How are the races today? But are they still being bullied by the races?"

Later, Hong Jun sighed and asked.

After hearing the words, Qin Yichen groaned a little, and finally said honestly: "Many forces of the continent are still reluctant to see the rise of our tribe. However, no one can bully our tribe today ... "

Qin Yichen sorted out his thoughts, and then explained in detail the relationship between these years and the Puppet League.

When Qin Yichen's last word fell, Hong Jun's ancestor nodded slowly, and there seemed to be a touch of satisfaction on his face.

"Being able to make two emperor-level races, boy, it seems that you have contributed a lot."

Hongjun's eyes looked at Qin Yichen, and after a moment, he chuckled.

"Is the ancestor still alive now?"

Qin Yichen asked a little hesitantly after groaning a little.

If Hongjun's ancestors still existed in a special way, the rise of the human race is bound to be hopeful. Such peak powerhouses, looking at the continent of thousands of nations, have only a handful of rivals, and even the Feng people Step back! However, under Qin Yichen's gaze, Hong Jun shook his head and said, "What you see now is just a little bit of consciousness that I have left. Before I fell, Feng'er at the expense of Feng's great resources, Keep my consciousness in

So, just waiting for your arrival. "

"And I waited too long, too long, maybe my consciousness would completely dissipate."

I heard that Qin Yichen's eyes flashed with disappointment. He knew that the "Fenger" in the latter's mouth must be the wife of the ancestor, the Phoenix sage who fought alongside the ancestor and faced the gods and gods!

"Although my tribe seems temporarily safe now, the nucleus in our tribe is still far from many of the forces of the ten thousand continents, and we cannot fight the top races at all."

Qin Yichen smiled bitterly and said.

"Boy, my tribe's heritage is not weaker than those of the so-called top races, and with you in the town, I believe that ordinary forces dare not come to trouble my tribe."

Hong Jun looked up and looked at the young man in front of him. He felt that the latter had a certain style of his own.

Hearing the ancestor's praise, Qin Yichen's face did not have much pride, because he knew how heavy the burden on his shoulder was.

"Do you have anything to ask me?"

The ancestor looked at Qin Yichen kindly and whispered softly.

"My ancestor, I want to know, how should the power of my blood be cultivated?"

Hearing that Qin Yichen flashed a strange light in his eyes, immediately he took a deep breath and asked slowly.

"Oh, it seems you feel it too?"

Hearing Qin Yichen's question, the ancestor's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled lightly.

Seeing his appearance, Qin Yichen's complexion suddenly freezes.

"You are very good. Now you should have awakened almost 10% of your blood."

The ancestor looked at Qin Yichen, and there was some emotion in his voice: "Even if I was that year, I only awakened the power of 20% of blood ..."

Hearing this, Qin Yichen's complexion became extremely dignified.

Every time he broke through, he felt that the power of his bloodline seemed to be suppressed by a strange power. It seems that this is not his illusion!

"I can't answer your question, but I'm waiting for you here to help you and save you from the great terror I experienced that year."

Seeing Qin Yichen's solemn complexion, the ancestor chuckled and said.

"Great terror ?!"

Hearing the words of the ancestors, Qin Yichen's pupils shrank suddenly. What was it that made these peaks so dignified when they were mentioned?

"Om ..." However, the ancestor seemed to be jealous and did not elaborate. He chuckled, and with the wave of his arm, a golden brilliance suddenly came out in this strange space, but for a moment , A very terrifying special force, since

The golden light bloomed out slowly.

Looking at this golden brilliance, Qin Yichen felt the power of the blood in his body. At this time, it quickly flowed. Vaguely, he seemed to be able to hear the blood of the blood, making some extremely eager sounds.

"Is this the power of my ancestors?"

Qin Yichen clenched his palms. There was absolutely nothing wrong with this familiar feeling!

"Come on, my descendants, let me help you last."

Beside that glory, the ancestor's figure became gray-haired in the blink of an eye, and his voice became extremely old, but under this oldness, there was a hint of hope. Human race, after all, has not been destroyed by the desperate forces of the ten thousand nations. Although the younger generation is not as good as he was in the past, Hong Jun feels that what he failed to achieve in that year, maybe this younger generation can Do it for him!