Five Frozen Centuries

The middle-aged man brought his wife to the temple. It was the first time for them to come here. Under the guidance of the divine envoy in the temple, they came to the place where Wei Huo was meditating.

This is a barren land, where Wei Huo sat quietly cross-legged, no one came to disturb him, the envoys built a high wall to prevent ordinary people from entering, and even they were not allowed to enter here privately.

The middle-aged man and his wife did not seem to be ordinary people. They came to Wei Huo under the leadership of the abbot of the temple. Afterwards, the support retreated, leaving only the three of them.

The husband and wife carefully observed Wei Huo, there was no change in Wei Huo, everything was like yesterday, at this moment, Wei Huo opened his eyes, his eyes were as black as ink, as deep as night, he saw the couple, and found , the middle-aged man looks very similar to Zhang Li.

The middle-aged man said: "Ancestor, I am Zhang Yi. My grandfather Zhang Li has passed away. Now, I am the new head of the Luoxiao Clan."

From a certain point of view, it is not wrong for Zhang Yi to call Wei Huo his ancestor. After all, Wei Huo has lived too long, and now, land people and Haitians have begun to intermarry, and there is no distinction between them.

Wei Huo found that there were some scars on Zhang Yi's arm and neck. It seems that there have been civil strife in the clan over the years.

Wei Huo asked, "How many years?"

Zhang Yi said respectfully: "Ancestor, five thousand years have passed."

Time really passed too fast. Before we knew it, five thousand years had passed. Wei Huo didn't sigh too much. He asked, "Are you here to inherit your grandfather's promise?"

Zhang Yi said: "Yes, I will inherit my grandfather Zhang Li's promise, I will work hard to reach the peak of the legend, and then I will fight with you fairly."

Wei Huo remained silent. The same promise was inherited for three generations. He himself did not expect that so much time had passed.

Wei Huo closed his eyes and said, "I'll wait."

Zhang Yi and his wife went down the mountain, and his wife asked: "One, are you really sure to break through to the peak of legend? You are only in the middle stage of legend now."

Zhang Yi said: "No."

His wife became worried: "Your position as patriarch was obtained after repeated battles. Many people will not accept you. If you can't get back the artifact."

Zhang Yi said with a smile: "Although I am not sure that I will reach the peak of the legend, I am sure that I can kill my ancestor. Although he is the peak of the legend, he only has a lifespan of seven thousand years at most. Five thousand years ago, he was already more than two thousand years old." Now, although he looks very young, he is actually very old, right? He is also dying soon."

Zhang Yi took his wife and left. They were very confident that they could kill Wei Huo, but they didn't know that Wei Huo had gained a lifespan of 3,000 years because of the bug, so he could live to 10,000 years old.

The ancient people often said to the emperor: "Long live, long live, long live."

But no emperor can live 10,000 years, only God can live 10,000 years, and Wei Huo is one step away from God.

Zhang Yi left confidently, but he came back a thousand years later. He asked Wei Huo angrily, "Why haven't you died yet? How long can you live?"

Wei Huo said to him: "Go break through the realm to reach the peak of legend, and then come and defeat me, other than that, you have no other choice!"

Zhang Yi replied angrily: "I don't believe it, it is said that the peak lifespan is only 7,000 years, you can't break this rule!"

Wei Huo closed his eyes: "Go back."

As soon as Zhang left, he tore down the door of the temple before he left. No one dared to stop him, but after returning to the clan, he regretted it, because now many Luoxiao people began to believe in Wei Huo, They firmly believed that Wei Huo was immortal and that Wei Huo had become a god.

But fortunately, the abbot in the temple covered everything up, and five hundred years later, Zhang Yi came again. This time, he was not so angry. He came to the temple, found Wei Huo, and Complain to her: "My wife has passed away, her cultivation is only epic, and I have tried my best to extend her life, why are you still alive?"

Wei Huo didn't answer, his body seemed to have been stopped by time, and nothing could affect him.

Zhang Yi said: "I only have the middle stage of the legend, and I still have a lifespan of 1,200 years. From today on, I will come here once every 100 years, and I want to witness your death with my own eyes."

Zhang left as soon as he finished speaking, and the others did it. Once every hundred years, at the beginning, he was a strong middle-aged man, but gradually, his hair became gray, his body became bent, and at the end In one thousand and one hundred years, he has become a gray-haired old man with wrinkles all over his face, his eyesight is not working well, and his legs and feet are not flexible.

However, Wei Huo still looks young, his appearance has not changed a bit.

Zhang Yi smiled and said to Wei Huo: "You are not dead, you are not dead yet, I am about to die."

Wei Huo closed his eyes and studied death carefully, ignoring Zhang Yi.

It wasn't until the 1200th century that Zhang Yi was carried to Wei Huo by a group of guards. At this time, Zhang Yi said: "You guy, you must have broken through to the mythical level, right? You should be nine thousand years old, right?" ?”

Wei Huo opened his eyes. His soul lifespan is indeed more than nine thousand years old, and there is still one thousand years before the end of his life span. For more than seven thousand years, he has been sitting here, observing the death of this planet, observing The death of all things in the world, but so far has not broken through the mythical level.

As Zhang Li's elder brother said, the legendary peak is just a mortal climbing a mountain, but the myth is that a mortal climbs to the sky, and the myth is not so easy to reach.

Zhang Yi said: "I'm going to die, the promise of this challenge ends with me, don't let this promise continue to bind the next patriarch."

Wei Huo still didn't speak, Zhang Yi continued: "Bury me here after I die, I want to see with my own eyes when this guy will die."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yi asked Wei Huo again: "Do you mind? Ancestor?"

Wei Huo smiled: "Please go ahead."

Zhang Yi really died, just a few days later, and there was an extra grave on this barren land, and the direction of the grave was facing Wei Huo.

A few days later, a young patriarch climbed up the mountain, and he said: "My ancestor, my name is Zhang Wu, and the former patriarch of Zhang Yi is my grandfather. I am here to explain to you that I want to become the pinnacle of legend, and then challenge you!"

Wei Huo smiled: "I'll wait."

The promise was inherited after all.

But decades later, there was another tomb facing Wei Huo in this barren land. In recent years, there has been great chaos in the Luoxiao clan, the patriarch was killed, and the new patriarch took the throne.

But as if it was a tradition, every new patriarch would come to explain to Wei Huo that he would become the pinnacle of the legend and would come to challenge Wei Huo, but the result was only a new grave in this place a hundred years later.

Wei Huo waited and realized that there were more and more graves around him, and the breath of death began to surround him, until Wei Huo's soul reached 10,000 years old