Chapter 1178

Xiang Shaoyun tells Xiang Feidong's story and Xiang Youjing, which makes Xiang Youjing's face full of tears.

Although he doesn't believe Xiang Shaoyun's theory, he has accepted it in his heart.

"Xiang Feidong is the pride of our Xiang family. It's because of him that Xiang family can survive. Of course, it's also my fault. If I didn't go my own way, it wouldn't make Xiang family to the present situation," Xiang Shaoyun said with great emotion and remorse.

His eyes are full of strong color of remembrance. He thinks of Xiang Jiajun and the glory of Xiang family. His strong self blame makes him feel suffocated.

Today, he finally confessed his original decision. If he could think about it for his family at that time, maybe he would not have died so many people.

"You... Are you really the patriarch of my Xiang family?" Someone can't help shivering.

This is an old Saint who is about to wither. He and Xiang Youjing were of the same age, but they did not participate in the war of that year, but they are very close. They have heard of Xiang Dingtian's deeds.

Xiang Shaoyun looked at the old sage with a sad color and said, "yes, it can be said that it is not."

Finish saying, he also no longer pays attention to again the person of the field, directly toward Xiang family forbidden area stepped in.

His speed is super fast. In the blink of an eye, he is no longer in the same place and goes deep into it.

"What are you doing?" Xiang Youjing exclaimed in surprise and then went up from the heel.

He was hurt by Xiang Shaoyun, but Xiang Shaoyun didn't really want his life, and he didn't hurt him seriously. He can still keep up.

Other sages chased the past one after another, leaving only a group of Xiang family's children who had not come back to God.

"This... What's going on? Is he going to be transformed? " Xiang Lingyu said with a confused face.

Xiang Zixuan also heavily shook his head and said, "I don't know what's the matter with him. The world is too chaotic. I'll go back and wake up!"

In any case, Xiang Zixuan can't accept the fact that Xiang Shaoyun is Xiang Dingtian. Moreover, the fighting power is too frightening. Even the elder of his family is not a general. It's too bad for his self-confidence.

Ji Hong tears is with a face of worship in the heart of the dark pay way "this is the most outstanding overlord? It's really charming. It's very attractive. "

Xiang family's forbidden area is where Xiang family's tomb is. It buries Xiang family's spirits and worships Xiang family's heroes. No one is allowed to go near it at ordinary times. Only when it's time for family sacrifice can others be allowed to come in.

Of course, saints who have reached the realm of war are also qualified to come and go here from time to time.

Xiang Shaoyun came directly to the tomb. Looking at the eight statues, his eyes first fell on Xiang Dingtian's statue. He had the sun and the moon on his head, the stars on his feet, the Battle Sword in his hand, and raised his head to ask the sky. With the look of looking down at the sky, he really made people worship him.

Xiang Shaoyun looked at him as if he had seen himself in the previous life. They were just the same. He didn't know who had made such a statue for him.

Then, his eyes fell on the other seven statues. He knelt down heavily, and then kowtowed heavily to the seven ancestors.

Bang bang!

Xiang Shaoyun fell heavily on the ground every time he knocked, which made the ground sound dull.

After chasing Xiang family saints looking at this scene, no one dares to come forward to disturb, they can feel Xiang Shaoyun's true heart to kneel down, this is not a fake.

Xiang Shaoyun kowtowed three times to each one, then got up and went on towards the tomb.

Soon, before he came to a tomb, his eyes trembled when he looked at it. Then he reached out and stroked it gently, as if he were stroking the body of a relative. He was so gentle and attentive.

Xiang's family all know that the tomb is Xiang Dingtian's own parents' tomb, and Xiang Shaoyun's action makes them even more aware that he is Xiang Dingtian.

If Xiang Shaoyun is not Xiang Dingtian, how can he recognize the tomb and make such behavior?

After a while, Xiang Shaoyun kowtowed his head to the grave again.

He didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say.

Then he stood up and looked for them again.

Soon, he came to a remote corner of the grave, where the burial is not the most important characters of Xiang family, only those included in the genealogy.

There are many people buried here. It is Xiang Jiajun who died in the war. They sweat and bleed for Xiang's family, but they only end up with a cup of Tuhuang.

Xiang Shaoyun took out a jar of wine and said to the graves, "Xiang family army will never be defeated. Xiang family lang'er are the most powerful. Brothers, let's drink this together."

Having said that, Xiang Shaoyun took a sip of wine and splashed it on his shirt. He didn't have any more.

Then he poured the wine from the altar onto the ground and sprinkled it on the graves. Xiang family people look at Xiang Shaoyun's figure is so bleak, so lonely, but there is no way to come forward and say something to him. Xiang Shaoyun stood here for an hour before he turned and came out. He flashed and came to the hall of Xiang family. Looking at the familiar scene here, everything seemed as if it had been yesterday. It seemed that nothing had changed much. The main hall is as luxurious as a palace. Twelve dragon pillars stand upright. On the top of the tile, there are sculptures of birds and beasts. Many auspicious things are rising, which makes it look very noble. A purple stone is suspended on the roof, and it radiates bright lightning light all the time. In front of the hall, there are two holy thunder beasts guarding. When they see Xiang Shaoyun, they don't dare to act rashly. They can induce danger and smell of Xiang family blood. Xiang Shaoyun didn't stay for long, but directly stepped into the hall. The vast space in it feels as if it is placed in another space, which makes people feel comfortable. The interior of the hall is resplendent. Looking around, every place is specially made of high-grade materials. It looks so noble and extraordinary. Ordinary people have to feel inferior and dare not walk here. Xiang Shaoyun looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the main seat. The top dragon chair, with the color of gold and purple, made people infatuated“ The original dream of becoming emperor has become a bubble of yesterday. What are you still doing? " Xiang Shaoyun sighed softly. He step by step toward the Dragon chair, but he did not walk a few steps, eyes a black, completely fainted in the past.