I Am Overlord - Chapter 1178

Xiang Shaoyun tells Xiang Feidong's story and Xiang Youjing, which makes Xiang Youjing cry.

Although he doesn't believe the truth of 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 we've got his last breath. Of course, it's also my fault. If it wasn't for my single purpose, it would not have made Xiang family to the present level," said Xiang Shaoyun with great emotion and remorse.

His eyes were full of deep reminiscence. He thought of Xiang Jiajun and Xiang family's brilliance. He felt suffocated by his self reproach.

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

"You Are you really the father of my family's overlord? " Someone couldn't help shivering.

This is a saint who is getting old and dying. He and Xiang Youjing were in the same age, but he also didn't participate in the war of that year, but they are very close. I heard about 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."

After that, he didn't pay any attention to those who were going to play again, and walked directly into the forbidden area of Xiang's family.



His speed is so fast that in a blink of an eye he's not where he is, and he's deep inside.

"What are you going to do?" After a scream in the right view of Xiang, he went up from the heel.

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

Other sages all chased after the past, leaving only a group of Xiang's children who had not returned to God.

"Here What's going on? Is he going to change? " Xiang Lingyu said with a confused face.

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

In any case, Xiang Zixuan can't accept the fact that Xiang Shaoyun is Xiang Dingtian, and that's too intimidating. Even the elders in his family are not the one-in-one generals. It's too much to beat his confidence.

Ji Hong's tears are with a face of worship in the heart of the dark pay way: "this is the most outstanding overlord of the family?"? It's really fascinating. It's very popular. "

It's the forbidden area of Xiang family. It's the tomb of Xiang family. It's the place where the spirits of Xiang family are buried and the heroes of Xiang family are worshipped. No one is allowed to get close to it at ordinary times. Only when people sacrifice, can other people come in.

Of course, saints and elders who have reached the world of war have the right to come and go here from time to time.

Xiang Shaoyun went directly to the tomb and looked at the eight statues that were made to be tall and powerful. His eyes first fell on Xiang Dingtian's statues. He had the sun and the moon on his head, the stars on his feet, the sky sabre in his hand, and raised his head to ask for the sky with a look of looking down at the sky, which really made people adore him.

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

Then, his eyes fell on the other seven statues, kneeling heavily on his knees, and kowtowing heavily to the seven ancestors.

Bang bang!

Xiang Shaoyun falls heavily on the ground every time he knocks, which makes the ground sound dull.

Looking at this scene, no one dares to disturb Xiang Shaoyun. They can feel Xiang Shaoyun's true heart of kneeling. This is not a fake.

Xiang Shaoyun kowtowed to each of them three times, then he got up and went to the tomb.

Soon, before he came to a tomb, his eyes trembled when he looked at the tomb, and then he reached out and stroked the tombstone, as if he were stroking the body of his relatives, so gentle and so attentive.

Xiang's family all know that the tomb is the tomb of Xiang Dingtian's own parents, and Xiang Shaoyun's action makes them think more about him.

If Xiang Shaoyun is not Xiang Dingtian, how can he recognize the tomb and how can he behave like this?

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

He said nothing because he didn't know what to say.

Then he got up and looked for them again.

Soon, he came to a remote corner of the grave, where he buried not the most important figures of the family, but only those included in the genealogy.

There are many people buried here. It was Xiang Jiajun who died in the war. They sweated and bled for Xiang Jiajun, but they only ended up with a cup of turquoise.

Xiang Shaoyun took out a jar of wine and shouted at the graves, "Xiang's army will never be defeated. Xiang's sons are the most powerful. Let's drink this together, brothers."

After that, Xiang Shaoyun took a sip of wine and splashed it on his lapel. He had no more.Later, he poured the wine from the altar onto the ground and sprinkled it on the graves.

Xiang Shaoyun's figure is so bleak and lonely, but he can't talk to him.

Xiang Shaoyun stood here for a long time before turning around and coming out.

In a flash, he came to Xiang's hall again. Looking at the familiar scene here, everything seemed to be yesterday, as if nothing had changed too much.

The main hall is built like a royal palace, which is extremely luxurious and magnificent. Twelve dragon pillars stand on the top of the roof. On the top of the tile, there are gods, birds and animals carved. Many auspicious Qi rises and looks very noble. A purple God stone is suspended on the roof, emitting brilliant lightning light all the time.

In front of the hall, there are two holy thunder beasts guarding. When they see Xiang Shaoyun, they dare not act rashly. They can induce dangerous breath from it, and at the same time, they have the flavor of family blood.

Xiang Shaoyun didn't stay for long. He stepped into the main hall.

The vast and incomparable space inside feels as if it is placed in another space, making people feel comfortable.

The interior of the palace is decorated in splendor. Looking at it, every place is made of high-grade materials. It looks so dignified and extraordinary. People who come here have to feel inferior and dare not walk.

Xiang Shaoyun looked around once, and finally his eyes fell on the main seat. That top-level dragon chair, with the color of gold and purple, is fascinating.

"The dream of becoming emperor at the beginning has become a shadow of yesterday. What are you still doing?" Xiang Shaoyun sighed softly.

Step by step he turned towards the Dragon chair, but before he had taken a few steps, his eyes darkened and he fainted completely.