1090: C1090 prophecy

C1090 prophecy

Xiao Chen looked at the village chief, who was nagging at him, and had the urge to beat him up. Who cares if the gods are stronger than the immortals, they are the descendants of the gods, and are even stronger than the immortals.2

Then they talked about the glorious deeds of their ancestors.

After a long discussion, the Village Head finally got down to business.

"When grandma was born, our ancestors revealed their power and left behind a prophecy saying that grandma would be the future overlord of the Immortal World. However, grandaunt will face a great calamity when she turns sixteen."

The Village Chief slowly said, "Moreover, our ancestors also left a way for us to break it. That is, by the time our great-aunt is sixteen years old, we will be able to freeze her. In the future, there will be someone to help her overcome her tribulation, and that person will assist her in becoming the hegemon of the Immortal World."

"Could it be that the person that the Village Chief is talking about is me?" Xiao Chen was dumbstruck. The village head was already over ten thousand years old. At that time, who knew where he was?

The village chief did not directly answer Xiao Chen, but continued: "Just a few days ago, my aunt suddenly broke out of the ice, and while playing outside, she fell down a hundred thousand feet of cliff. We originally thought that our aunt would die, but she actually returned unharmed.

"Little friend, do you think you're that person? The village chief asked with a smile on his face.

"It's a ghost!" Xiao Chen cursed in his heart, the girl almost crushed him to death. If not for his determination, he might have become a scapegoat.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Xiao Chen laughed helplessly.

"Whether it's a prophecy or a coincidence, you saved my aunt's life. Right, my ancestor also left 16 words for you, do you want to hear it?"

"For me?" Xiao Chen was startled again, and then said: "Which sixteen words?"

"Death to God! Death to Buddha! Immortal Bestowal! Immortal Bestowal!"

The Village Chief spoke one word at a time, his face full of seriousness.

"Death to God! Death to Buddha! Immortal Bestowal! Immortal Bestowal!" Xiao Chen muttered these sixteen words, and these sixteen words appeared in his mind. At the same time, a monstrous killing intent exploded out from Xiao Chen's soul realm, causing Xiao Chen's immortal soul to greatly tremble!

Endless killing intent attacked Xiao Chen, wanting to swallow his mind.

"I am Xiao Chen, with Ares bloodline, Battle Sky, Battle Ground, War God, Battle Immortal, Battle Demon, Battle Demon, a mere killing intent, you want to bewitch my mind, break for me!"

Xiao Chen's immortal soul suddenly opened its eyes. The killing intent in its soul realm dispersed like floodwaters, as if it had never appeared before.

Outsiders did not know about what was happening inside Xiao Chen's soul realm, but the Village Chief only recovered after a short moment of shock.

"Just what is going on? A mere sixteen words and such a terrifying killing intent has appeared? Moreover, the number of Sword of Slaughter has actually reached over a thousand?"

Xiao Chen was extremely shocked, but on the surface he did not reveal it, he only asked about the prophecy.

almost went mad with rage as she pulled him by the mouth to call her grandson, but in the end, he also found out the girl's real name, Lin Shuangshuang.

That aloof beauty is called Lin Huahua.

Afterwards, Lin Shuangshuang held onto Xiao Chen and continuously fought over the wine. Xiao Chen also took this opportunity to make an agreement, if Xiao Chen could drink Lin Shuangshuang, then he wouldn't call her grandaunt anymore.

Lin Shuangshuang promised. The alcohol they were drinking was called Hundred Blossom Rain, it was brewed with a hundred different kinds of famous flowers, even immortals could get drunk from it.

If a mortal took a sip, they would immediately fall drunk.

But they never would have thought that Xiao Chenshen, who carried the abominable body in his arms, wouldn't get drunk even if he drank a thousand cups.

Finally, all the villagers were drunk.

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