Chapter 774

Among the many puppets, a huge war puppet appeared. His arrival directly set off a storm in this space. The war puppet, holding a huge axe, came to Jiang Hao.

"Why do you have the undead The war puppet made a sound and looked at Jiang Hao. There were tiny spots in his empty eyes.

"This is a creation bestowed by predecessors!" Jiang Hao opened his mouth to answer. His huge wings flapped, and any approaching puppets were burned to ashes.

"You are not a forefather or a descendant, kill!" The giant war puppet stretched out his fingers and gave an order. His voice was strong and old. It reverberated in the world and set off a storm, as if breaking through the sky.

Among the shouts, countless puppets rushed to Jiang Hao. They had no feelings, and they didn't know how to live or die. The only thing that rang through their ears was orders.

In Jiang Hao's eyes, ancient scenes gradually appeared, such as endless fighting, fighting roar, and the place where countless heroes buried their bones.

Is this destiny? Is this the current of history?

Looking at the death of countless puppets, Jiang Hao's eyes suddenly blinked with tears. He came here for the walking stick, not for killing.

"Where is my way?" Looking at more and more puppets coming, it seems that they will never be killed. Jiang Hao gradually wakes up in his crazy killing. His eyes show confusion, and the fire light forms a reflection in his eyes. He looks at the heaven and earth, and his thoughts seem to go back to the past.

"What is stepping on the path of heaven? What is heaven? What is Tao? " In Jiang Hao's mind was the voice of the teacher, and his thoughts were wandering.

"I don't understand Tao. I'm still pursuing small profits. My way is not made of bones. My Tao comes from my heart, not from the outside world." Jiang Hao's heart is struggling. At this moment, he seems to see through life and death, and he has found his way.

Jiang Hao stood quietly in the nothingness, and an old man appeared in the nothingness. Looking at the old man, Jiang Hao was surprised to find that the old man in Zhengxian River Valley.

As expected, he saw the figure of the old man again. In fact, Jiang Hao is now in the Xianhe River Valley, but he is crossing the time, not the region.

"First, ancestor!" Jiang Hao lost his voice. In his impression, he was no longer an old man, but a forefather. The stone statue beside the river is the old man's appearance and the old man's young appearance.

Jiang Hao knelt down.

"Stepping on one's own feet, heaven is the end point, the road is the bridge, connecting the road with the road, and taking the road to the road is the end point." The old man spoke lightly.

"To kill madly is to destroy the way, to make small profits, to destroy trampling, to build the indefinite law, to destroy the heaven." The voice of the old man was like thunder, and Jiang Hao's eyes were clear at this moment. He woke up and worshipped his ancestors once again.

The ancestor stroked his beard, and his tone was indifferent: "this time, it's not for you to wake up, but you should know that your way is the heart, not the sword."

"Now, I will give you the walking stick, which will be handed over to the emperor in a few days. I will immerse this staff in the blood of heroes and souls for seven to forty-nine days. I will name it Xianhe blood inheritance, and put it at the gate of the palace for passers-by to enjoy."

"And to tell the world, immediately withdraw troops from the eastern region, otherwise, it will destroy the road." The figure of the ancestors gradually illusory, and then disappeared.

"Yes With this stick in his hand, Jiang Hao suddenly felt extremely heavy. This is the way to govern the country and the only way to do it. It is the way without killing and the way Jiang Hao decided to yearn for.

Jiang Hao believed that as long as the walking stick was handed over to the emperor, the emperor's expedition to the eastern regions would be prevented, and the war would be avoided.

His eyes sank into darkness, and then gradually became clear. He looked around, very quietly. The puppets had already disappeared.

At the moment, he realized that the more serious the killing heart was, the more puppets there were. All the puppets were illusory and did not exist at all, and the scars on the body had disappeared.

"It turns out that this is where the cane is hidden." Jiang Hao stood up, looked at the stick in his hand and said solemnly.

The purpose of this staff is to warn, to awaken, not to be a mere object.

"It turns out that the emperor regarded him as the symbol of the Eternal Empire." Jiang Hao said faintly.

Holding his cane, Jiang Hao left here.

"Look, the boy is back!"

"The boy has found his cane!" Someone looked at Jiang Hao's finger and was shocked.

Voice out, all eyes are firmly locked on the walking stick, young clean palm, now is a beautiful walking stick.

"Strange, why didn't he get hurt?" Someone saw that Jiang Hao's body was not damaged and said strangely.

For a moment, all kinds of eyes cast towards Jiang Hao. Judging from the situation of the undead bird, he should have experienced a fight, but now the situation is completely beyond the scope of everyone's understanding.

"You really got the stick." Tiger three showed the light of excitement.

Not surprisingly, everyone at the scene didn't have the heart to snatch, especially when he saw that Jiang Hao's body had no scars, he was even more depressed. The young man seemed to turn around inside and come back!

Now it is not in everyone's eyes. What we fear is not only the figure, but also the power of the undead. The arrival of the undead is like a knife mark, deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!