Rebirth: Ancient Sword God - Chapter 2070

Chapter 2070, Heroic Monument

Lin Hao has heard the three words ancestral temple countless times.

This is the root of the human race, which brings together the top powerhouses of the human race in the Nine Heavens World.

Upon arriving at the Ancestral Temple, Lin Hao was shocked by the scene before him.

Here, there is no trace of luxury, it can even be described as crude.

If you really want to compare, this is more like an ordinary village.

It’s just that each building is far apart. In the most central position, there is a circular altar. The altar is floating in the air, and a huge stone stele is erected on the altar.

Lin Hao looked at the stone stele from a long distance, and felt a desolate and solemn breath, as if he had seen countless human warriors fighting in blood.

Lu Zhan put away his usual roughness and said: “Every strong man who has made great contributions to the human race will have his name engraved on the heroic stele after his death, and he will be worshipped by the human race descendants.

If one day, my name, Lu Zhan, is engraved on the monument of heroes, Lin Hao, remember to tell you those brothers and sisters, don’t be sad, but be happy for me. “

Luo Qingyi rarely refuted Lu Zhan’s words, saying: “Go on, the first thing every member of the human race who comes here must do is to salute in front of the heroic monument.”

Lin Hao nodded, and flew towards the altar together with Luo Qingyi and Na Lu Zhan.

Come to the monument of heroes.

Lin Hao felt even stronger.

The monument to the heroes is as high as tens of thousands of meters high, as if running through the sky.

The handwritings engraved on the heroic steles seemed to be alive, shouting and fighting.

Lin Hao’s gaze was focused on a name, and a lot of information appeared in his mind the next moment.

‘Zhou Han: The Lord of Xuanyuan Shrine in the Middle Three Heavens, led the Human Race against the Protoss for 12,537 years, to save the Human Race more than a hundred young Tianjiao, alone, trapped in the eight gods of the Protoss, he blew everything, Killed the three major gods of the gods, severely injured the five gods, and rescued 161 young people of the human race. ’

This information gradually turned into a figure in Lin Hao’s mind.

That was Zhou Han, the former palace lord of the Xuanyuan Shrine where the Human Race was in the middle of the three days, a man with a little dark skin and a very honest looking man.

Lin Hao was in awe.

What was recorded in this stele was only the most glorious World War I information, and there were still many, many achievements that were not recorded. Thinking about it, the former palace master of Xuanyuan Shrine must be tainted with the blood of countless gods.

Lin Hao’s gaze shifted to another name.

‘Ling Shuang, the commander of the Zixiao Celestial Race, the cultivation base of the gods, a Tianshuang spear, broke through the 13 temples of the gods, and killed the five gods of the gods. ’

The fallen **** monarch and strong man of the human race manifested himself as a burly and sturdy man, wearing a silver divine armor, holding a silver gun, and wandering in a fiery red cloak behind him, majestic and extraordinary.

Lin Hao’s eyes shifted again, and suddenly he saw a very familiar name.

“Gu Mo, the deputy palace lord of the Yanhuang Shrine for the next three days, with the cultivation of the gods, stepping into the middle three days, the Protoss launched an attack plan, slaughtered a large number of human soldiers, and Gu Mo led an army to counterattack and wiped out all the invading Protoss. A mighty enemy, the origin burns and dies!”

The figure of Gu Mo appeared in Lin Hao’s mind.

The unsmiling appearance set off a monstrous wave in Lin Hao’s heart.

I still remember that the first time I saw Gu Mo, it was Lin Hao’s big brother Huo Cang walking the road of the invincible king, Lin Hao followed everyone from the Void God Realm into the heavens.

At that time, Lin Hao didn’t know the identity of Gu Mo.

Gu Mo patted him on the shoulder, and silently, he infiltrated a wave of power, covering up the breath of the original world that had just been opened up for Lin Hao.

In the chaotic battlefield of the Void God Realm, Lin Hao led the younger generation of the human race and fought with the younger generation of the protoss in the dark, and the powers of the protoss and human race were dispatched, and Gu Mo arrived in time to resolve the crisis.

In the real martial world, World War I finally broke out, and Lin Hao took the Tianmen built by Lu Yi into the heavens of Gods. In order to buy time for Lin Hao, Gu Mo chose to make a breakthrough and left the next three days of countless ten thousand years.

Scene by scene, Lin Hao’s impression was extremely deep.

Lin Hao originally thought that he would be able to go to Zhongsantian and meet Gu Mo and others soon… but he never thought that goodbye to Gu Mo, but it was on the monument of heroes in the Ancestral Palace.

Names, deeds, and figures kept appearing in Lin Hao’s mind.

Lin Hao’s eyes were moist and slightly red.

His emotions fluctuated violently.

“Lin Hao, remembering the martyrs and inheriting the will of the martyrs is what those of us who are still alive should do!” A soft drink, like thunder, resounded in Lin Hao’s mind.

Lin Hao came back to his senses, looked at Lord Qingtian, and said, “Don’t worry, Lord Qingtian, I understand.”

Qing Tianjun nodded and said: “Everyone who came to the Monument of Heroes for the first time like you will be a little gaffe. Your Patriarch of the God of War Palace, you kneeled here and cried for three days and three nights.”

Lu Zhan was mentioned about this, but he did not see the slightest embarrassment. He looked at the monument to the hero and said: “Here, my name will be engraved here. Maybe someone will cry for me.”

No one talks anymore.

Luo Qingyi and Lu Zhan both bowed and bowed solemnly.

Lin Hao did the same, preparing to bow and salute.

But at the moment he bent over, the hero monument suddenly vibrated, and a blazing light burst out, a soft divine power supporting Lin Hao’s body and preventing him from saluting.

Lu Zhan and Luo Qingyi on the side showed shocked expressions.

All the powerful people in the entire Ancestral Temple walked out of the place of residence and practice, looking in the direction of the hero monument.

Lin Hao’s eyes were firm, he looked at the monument to the hero, and said, “Although I don’t know why, you don’t allow me to worship, but this one must be worshipped!”

The voice fell, and the soft supernatural power supporting Lin Hao’s body dispersed.

Lin Hao solemnly bowed.

There was no movement from the hero monument.

Luo Qingyi and Lu Zhan looked at each other, then Luo Qingyi spoke and said, “Lin Hao, first take you to see Palace Master Fang.”

In the last three days, there was only one person named by Luo Qingyi as the Lord of the Palace, and that was the Lord of the Ancestral Palace, Fang Tianhan!

Leaving the Monument of Heroes.

Luo Qingyi said: “Are you a little confused?”

Lin Hao nodded and said, “Why haven’t I seen the name of the **** emperor on the monument to the hero?”

With the contribution made by the Emperor Zhenwu to the human race, how could there be no name for him in the monument of heroes?

Lin Hao was even wondering whether it was the human ancestors’ palace, and it was impossible to determine whether the True Martial God Emperor had really fallen.

Luo Qingyi said, “That hero monument is the **** emperor.”

Lin Hao was shocked.

Luo Qingyi said: “The hero monument was made by the **** emperor who took a piece of his own backbone at the beginning. Although you did not see the name of the **** emperor on the hero monument, you saw the backbone of the **** emperor!”