Chapter 2055: The ancient road is three-pointed!

"I am ancient. I was born before the appearance of heaven and earth, and lived before the beginning of the universe. But before me, there were still immortals. I want to enslave me. Then I will destroy this immortal!

If I fail, then my descendants will be enemies with immortals for generations, and will vow to make no immortals in the world for generations!

Nine drops of soul blood, I will send my three sons, and you will command all the people of my ancient clan. On the day when the nine-curve three phases are together, you will wait for my reincarnation and wait for my inheritor to appear..."

Wang Lin sat cross-legged in the ancestral temple. His body withered and looked like a mummy. His white clothes were also loose at this moment, as if he was draped on his body.

This voice kept popping up in his mind, and it had been whirling for fifty years. At the beginning, the voice appeared and whispered, but as time passed, the voice became stronger and stronger in Wang Lin's mind, as if it was roaring.

Especially now, it seemed as if someone was roaring in his ears. The roaring and unwillingness made Wang Lin’s whole body boil and burn.

As the blood burned all over his body, his body and flesh seemed unbearable, and it kept withering as if it had been refined until now, like a wreckage.

But there was no feeling of weakness, but instead it seemed to contain a slight sense of vitality and power. It seemed as if one day, when Wang Lin's body returned to normal again, just like the moment when he stepped into this ancestral temple, his physical strength would reach an extremely terrifying level.

The ancient clan has three losses and seven tribulations, and the third damage has three tribulations. In addition to the ancient vein and sky blood, there is also the ancient road three-point god! Under the differentiation, the ancient clan people can obtain a surge in the power of the ancient clan when they overcome this tribulation.

Many people from the ancient tribes, as long as they have twenty-seven stars to become saints, have experienced these three losses and seven disasters in their lives, especially the last two disasters of the third damage. They must be in the ancestral temples of each tribe before they can come and pass.

But with different individuals, the improvement and fortune that each person obtains are different.

For fifty years, Wang Lin sat cross-legged there, almost motionless, allowing the sound in his ear to circulate continuously. Finally, after the prince of Jidu bowed and left in front of the temple, Wang Lin felt the signs of the arrival of the three damages and the second disaster in his body.

The roar in his ear became more and more violent, and the blood in his body was boiling and burning even more violently. A sense of heat slowly erupted from his body and permeated his whole body.

"The three-pointed god of ancient Tao..." Wang Lin murmured. From the stone tablet here, he learned that the so-called three-pointed god of ancient Tao does not divide its soul into three parts.

Instead, it is necessary to fusion after three splits. Each split requires great pain. Just like the scattering of martial arts, he needs to slowly merge it with great perseverance and then perform a second distraction.

And after each fusion, his soul and body will make rapid progress, the stronger the stronger. Once all three times are over, he will successfully overcome these three losses!

There will be no death in this disaster, but the focus is on enduring the time of division. The longer the time, the more thorough the division will be, and the greater the benefits, the greater the pain.

This kind of pain is unbearable for ordinary people, and even the royal family cannot last long. Most people who have survived this disaster often do not wait until they are completely divided, but choose to merge halfway through. In this way, there will be differences in the fortune and improvement obtained.

"In the ancient road three-point god, you can choose to fusion at any time..." Wang Lin's eyes flashed.

Throughout history, there have been no such people with great perseverance. Although death will not occur in this disaster, if the primordial spirit split completely and completely, it will make the fusion difficult and the phenomenon of infusion occurring. In this way, death will occur!

Therefore, even if the royal family is a man with strong perseverance, they will never make such a choice. Even if they choose, they often gamble once when they are distracted. As for those who also gamble with their lives in the second time, it is extremely rare.

There are very few people who still go to gamble for the third time, and almost all of them die.

It is rumored that for thousands of years, only the strongest immortal genius, the ancient Taoist great heavenly master, chose to completely split in the third time, and it was ultimately successful.

Compared with these three losses and the second catastrophes, the so-called third catastrophe can actually be called a disaster. This is a gift from the ancient ancestor. It was a reward obtained by the ancient clan members after three losses and six disasters.

Maybe it's a trace of memory, maybe it's an incomplete magical power, or maybe it's the extremely pure blood of the ancient ancestor... and there's even a trace of possibility that it's soul blood...

However, this possibility is also a rumor, which was mostly fabricated by later generations for the sake of hope. It is said that even the Great Heavenly Lord of the Ancient Dao did not obtain the rumored possibility in the gift of the ancient ancestor.

However, it is said that the things obtained by the Great Heavenly Lord of the Ancient Dao are extremely extraordinary, but no one knows what they are.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, and his body slowly trembled as the blood boiled like burning. Flashes of pain emerged, merged with the roar in his mind, forming a strange force. While covering his whole body, he clearly felt that his soul gradually showed signs of shattering.

"Finally... it started!!" Wang Lin raised his head suddenly, his eyes calmed down. He had been waiting for this day for fifty years! Whether he could obtain soul blood and whether Li Muwan's body could enter the ancient divine realm depends on this ancestral temple's tribulation!

His soul slowly became heavier and heavier in shattering. At the same time, waves of unimaginable severe pain suddenly came, but this little pain was something he could bear for Wang Lin's perseverance.

But, this is just the beginning!

"If you want to obtain soul blood, you must do your best to endure in these three damages and see where the end of this disaster is!" A trace of decisiveness and determination flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes to endure the arrival of this disaster!

At the moment when Wang Lindu was three-pointed to the ancient road, a circle of ripples appeared out of thin air outside the body of the ancient ancestral statue in the ancestral temple where he was located. The ripples spread in all directions, almost covering the entire Shigu Imperial City.

This strange phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of all the people of the ancient tribe.

"The ancient ancestor is like a halo, it's someone who is overcoming the disaster!"

"Look at the nine halos, this is the ancient way of the three-pointed god in the second tribulation of the three losses, and it is the first time to distract the gods! If it is the second time, there will be eighteen halos."

"Strangely, the ancestral temple never opens for individuals. It is necessary to wait every time. It is organized by the royal family. Only after the number of people is too large will the ancestral temple be opened uniformly.

But I haven't heard of this in the past few years."

"I wonder how many people who have passed the tribulation this time and how long they can last. In the past, most of them ended in a few days."

The Shigu tribes did not have many surprises about the abnormality on the ancient ancestor statue. Obviously, they had seen such things several times. After taking a few glances, they withdrew their eyes and ignored them.

But what they didn't know was that when the nine halos of the ancient ancestor statue appeared, the Shi Ancient Emperor and Jidu in the palace all stared away.

"Fifty years... he finally started his first distraction... I don't know how long he can last. I have been in the ancient lineage. Someone in the first distraction took a year to reach a perfect level. I wonder if this person can do this." The ancient emperor looked at the statue of the ancient ancestor in the distance silently, and for a long time, he withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, Ji Du also stood by the window in the palace where he lived, looking into the distance with his wife beside him and looked with him.

"Entertainment Father..." Ji Du murmured, his wife grabbed Ji Du's hand and looked at him softly.

At this moment, on the primitive mountain outside the imperial city, Song Tian walked out of the retreat in blue clothes. He carried his hands behind his back and looked in the direction of the imperial city.

"With his cultivation, the first time he was distracted from the spirit, he would definitely choose to completely split. In this way, the time will not be short... Forget it, I took two secret actions when he was in seclusion. Although I later recognized Jidu as the emperor, offense was first... But after he came, he did not pursue this matter... I distracted his guardian for the first time as a repayment." Song Tian took a step forward, and his figure disappeared instantly. When he appeared, he looked outside the ancestral temple of the imperial city, looked at the ancestral temple, and sat down.

"The ancestral temple is within a radius of thousands of feet. No one is allowed to step in. Those who violate it will die!" Song Tian's divine thoughts came out, lingering in all directions.

When Wang Lin was suffering the pain of the splitting of the soul in the ancestral temple, he felt the arrival of Song Tian and his words outside the ancestral temple, and learned that this person had the idea of ​​protecting the Dharma for him.

He took a deep breath and a divine thought rang in Song Tian's ear.

"Thank you!"

"No, Song just split the first time you protect the Dharma, and turned away the move that year." Song Tian did not look back, but looked at the sky, pondered for a moment, ignored it, and closed his eyes.

The moment Wang Lin retracted his divine consciousness, he suddenly shook and looked up suddenly. With his current cultivation level, even though he felt very uncomfortable because he had begun to distract himself for the first time, he still felt that there was a figure on the sky, looking at this place silently.

Wang Lin was familiar with that figure.

"Master..." Wang Lin murmured. He understood that Master would not leave the ancient Dao family for no reason. The arrival of this moment was obviously to protect his Dharma when he was in a weak state.

In the sky, Xuan Luo looked below, looking at the ancient ancestral statues and the ancestral temples in the ancient imperial city, he seemed to be able to feel the breath of Wang Lin inside it.

He had a smile on his face and his eyes were soft.
Chapter completed!