Chapter 603 The Funeral of the High Priest

Zhang Chong stood in the crowd, listening to the solemn and desolate song in his ear. There seemed to be a string in his heart, which made him deeply sad. The lake was calm and long, with cyan ripples. In the song, the branches of the ancient wood slowly stretched out to the center. Where it is, it will go around. Standing in that open place is a huge ancient tung-colored coffin, which is not big, but piled up on the high platform has become the focus of everyone's attention. What is left in this coffin is the original high priest. Looking at the coffin, Zhang Chong had a lot of thoughts in his heart. It was the high priest who had never said a word to him and woke him up with his life. But even if he woke up, wouldn't he have no place to do with the useless people? It's really not worth it. Thinking of this, Zhang Chong's heart was grateful, and there was a faint sadness.

"Why do you have to do this?" Zhang Chong kept repeating this question in his heart. If the high priest was not dead, he must ask him this question. But now, he can't find the answer to this question.

At this time, Zhang Chong's eyes turned to the high platform. The man standing on the side of the coffin was slender, dressed in a simple gray robe with golden patterns, and the hat and tulle covered his head and face, which was not very real. However, there was no doubt that it could be seen from her dress that this man was the new high priest. It is.

The new high priest is Lonely Qingqiu. Her eyes are like electricity, and the silver-white light on her forehead is shining. In the cold eyes, her slender hands fly, driving up the green pieces, and the ancient wood of Tiangou is also wrapped in the coffin under her beautiful body, wrapped in the coffin, wisps of thin branches, as thick as thick. Like silk and satin, the coffin is wrapped in layers with infinite tenderness. On the high platform, the coffin is green and jade-like color. In the uninterrupted carving, it slowly flew forward, and in a short time, it flew to the surface of the lake.

The lake is as calm as a mirror. When the coffin flew over, it began to bubble like boiling water. After the coffin stopped somewhere above the lake, the boiling of the lake reached its peak, and water droplets burst out and flew densely into the sky, putting the sky. It was connected to the ground, like a rainstorm. However, the sound of water in front of him was like a waterfall. Everyone standing under the ancient trees on the island in the middle of the lake was not splashed by the raindrop except for the coolness. Tiangou ancient wood, with the longest life, guards everyone standing under the tree. No matter the years change, the wind and rain have never changed.

Zhang Chong stared at the magnificent scenery in front of him, and even his heart seemed to have been washed. His eyes only looked at the lake where the coffin in front of him was located, but did not notice that behind him, a pair of beautiful eyes were quietly looking at him, and his eyes were full of melancholy.

The most bitter lovesickness in the world is to be close to each other, but they can't recognize each other. Since then, they have been traveling to the end of the world. From then on, they must leave a place there, occupying the acacia all over the ground, but unable to get together again.

A huge black pattern appeared on the surface of the lake, such as a ring, surrounding the island in the middle of the lake. This pattern is composed of square shapes. With the faint light shining, the coffin fell down. After a while, it sank into one of the square shapes of the pattern. While it sinks, the water soon filled the area where the coffin sank, as if it were covered with a green lid. In the sky, those flying water droplets could not be seen. Under the clear light, it returned to the light appearance of the clouds.

On the side of Zhang Chong, Ah Hu whispered to Zhang Chong, "The place around this island in the middle of the lake is where the tombs of the high priests of all generations are placed, and the ceremony you can see is the most solemn funeral of the high priest. However, where the high priest is buried is something that even the new high priest and the Presbyterians can't decide. They can only do these rituals, and the other parts are left to Tiangou Gumu to complete.

After listening to these words, Zhang Chong once again felt the magic of Tiangou ancient wood. It seems that it can always lead the people of the Biyu tribe in the dark. Perhaps it is because of this magic that these people of the Biyu tribe can survive for so long and have not been affected by the outside world.

"After that, I want to see the high priest. I don't know if it's okay." When Zhang Chong saw that the ceremony was about to end, he asked A Hu softly. He has been here for so long, and he has also learned that some of the people here have something special. The most remarkable part is that there will be a bright light shining on their foreheads, which is called the mark of heaven.

Those who have the trace of heaven will be called the clan of the Biyu tribe. After having this, the clan will gain the ability to communicate with the ancient wood of Tiangou, find their most suitable weapons through the ancient wood, and they can also communicate with the high priest through this trace of heaven.

For example, when Leng Qingqiu first came here with Zhang Chong on his back, Ah Hu communicated directly with the high priest through the trace of heaven. After getting his permission, he came to the high priest.

Seeing Zhang Chong's problem at this moment, Ah Hu also whispered, "Okay, I'll try." Speaking of this, he raised his eyes slightly, and the silver light above his head slowly flashed, gently and soft, which was particularly beautiful. After a long time, he opened his eyes again. With a helpless expression, he said to Zhang Chong, "The high priest doesn't want to see you. There's nothing I can do about it."

"I don't want to see me." Zhang Chong was slightly dazed when he heard this. If the information he had learned before seemed that the high priest saved him because this matter had a very important relationship with the future of the Biyu tribe, then now the high priest did not see him at all, but he could not understand it at all. After all, he has never met the high priest and said, why did the former high priest make such a great sacrifice, but the current high priest's attitude is very different?

He can't figure out about this problem, but he will never look at it according to his previous ideas. After all, he has already found that this is a clean and almost pure world. Those things in the past are unimaginable in such a place. Therefore, there are only two words he can do. That is: wait.

Then wait here and wait and see what happens. Zhang Zhong thought to himself that at this stage, the world outside should have been killing everywhere and fighting endlessly. Among the four major forces, the power of the Northern Underworld was the weakest. After a scuffle, although the sunset religion was not a lot of money, the Beast God Continent did not sit there calmly. They planned to move, that is, When the sunset teaches the mantis to catch cicadas, there is a trick of the yellow finch behind.

Therefore, although Zhang Chong is worried about Yue Shang, he can't do anything for himself. His current strength has been lost. The only combat effectiveness is the split of the beast god in his body, and the strength of the ringing is just the second level of the immortals. This strength does not have the help of the nine heavenly soldiers. In the war, it is also equivalent to cannon fodder. Moreover, his heart was hurt by Leng Qingqiu, but it would be difficult to recover for a while.

Since there was nothing he could do, he was lucky to stay here for a longer time. He still had more ideas about this pure land.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and when everyone dispersed quietly, they suddenly heard a crisp sound. From the ancient wood, it was a green branch that fell down, on which there were dense seal lines, about the thickness of a person's waist, and the length was almost twice the height of Zhang Heo.

The branch fell very suddenly, but it happened to fall in front of Zhang Chong, hit about five steps in front of his feet, and there was no movement, and the little luster on the branch glittered in front of Zhang Chong, lying in that place like breathing and calling.

This scene suddenly appeared, which not only surprised and doubted Zhang Zhongzhong, but also stopped everyone. Obviously, this scene was beyond their expectation, and A Hu, who was the closest to Zhang Chong, gave a soft bang and called out. In his memory, this has never happened. You should know that the ancient wood of Tiangou is like a totem, planted in the hearts of every clan. No matter whether it is the wind or the sun, the stars are luxuriant and vibrant, and there will never be any branches falling.

If there is, there is only one situation, that is, when the clan grows up to have enough combat effectiveness, they can come to the tree and have a telepathy with Tiangou ancient wood, and the Tiangou ancient wood will fall off a branch and make it become the weapon of this clan through refining. This time, ranging from a few days to a few months, is something that must be focused on seeking.

In addition to this, A Hu really didn't expect what else would make Tiangou Gumu take the initiative to fall down the branches. But at this time of the funeral of the former high priest, this matter really happened in front of us.

Zhang Chong is not a member of the Biyu tribe, has no trace of heaven, nor does he piously pray to Tiangou Gumu to get his own weapons. However, Tiangou Gumu chose him unexpectedly, with an unquestionable move.

For a moment, there was silence around, and even a needle could be clearly heard when a needle fell.