Everyone: I Started with a Mythical Talent, and I Killed a God with One Sword

Chapter 259: Shou Jue's Teachings, His Remains Transformed Into Saints

In the ancestral temple, Tuo Gang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Su Ming.

"Mr. Tuo Gang, is your life span..." Su Ming asked with a serious face.

Tuo Gang nodded, with no nostalgia in his eyes.

"You guessed right, my life span is coming to an end." He said calmly.

"In that battle, I activated the Platinum Top Grade Clan Protector Tyrant Slash twice in a row, sacrificing too much of my life span."

"But I am satisfied to be alive to see the glorious return of the Wu Ka Clan." He smiled slightly, his white hair was sparse.

"All this is thanks to you." He stepped forward and said with gratitude.

At the last moment of his life, this old and weak lizard man did not feel any sadness, but instead had a hint of relief in his eyes.

Su Ming stared at it, thinking in his heart whether he should tell it that the holy egg of their ancestors was in his hands.

Tuo Gang smiled and shook his head, as if he had seen through Su Ming's mind.

When a person is about to die, he will feel extremely clear and open when looking at everything in the world.

"God of Killing, look at the green soul spirit around here." He raised his hand and pointed around, and Su Ming followed his gaze.

Activating the Eye of Insight, he actually saw many soul remnants flowing, which were full of firm fighting spirit.

"Hehe, the ancestral holy egg... is it really important?" He asked with wisdom flashing in his eyes.

"For other lizardmen, it may be more than a thousand pounds." Tuo Gang said slowly.

"But it was not until this moment that I finally understood that the will of the ancestors is actually the most important."

"When the Wu Ka clan returns to the ancestral temple, they can inherit the fighting spirit of their ancestors. When I die and sublimate, I will be the new holy egg."

"Moreover, I even realized some new skills from these wills. The fruits of my life will not be weaker than those of my ancestors."

"So..."

He looked at Su Ming meaningfully.

Su Ming understood clearly.

Whether their ancestors' holy eggs are returned or not is no longer important.

Tuo Gang has inherited the soul of the ancestors of the Wuka tribe here. He is about to die of old age and will turn into a new holy egg.

The holy egg will be stronger from generation to generation, which is a gradual process.

"Friend, this is my unique skill, and I give it to you." Tuo Gang said, handing out a parchment scroll from his hand.

Su Ming took it and looked at it.

[Sacrifice for Life Holy Slash (Lower Diamond)]

[Who doesn't have something to protect? ]

The handwriting is domineering and vigorous, and it was written by Tuo Gang himself.

"This is... the original clan-protecting Tyrant Slash skill, which has been upgraded to the lower diamond grade?" Su Ming's eyes were slightly surprised.

Tuo Gang smiled indifferently.

"Yes, I have realized something during this period."

If a job-changer wants to teach his skills to others, he needs to pay a huge price.

Not only does it require you to reach a very high level of proficiency in this skill, but it also requires you to put in a lot of effort to have a very low chance of success.

Once you fail to teach, there is even a risk of losing the skill!

It can be seen how big a bet Tuo Gang made.

"Thank you." Su Ming nodded.

This skill will sacrifice his lifespan, but its power is also extremely violent.

Then he has another trump card.

"You are my comrade-in-arms of the Wuka tribe, a true warrior." Tuo Gang stared into Su Ming's eyes with turbid eyes.

"Without you, we will never be qualified to return to the main tribe..."

"I will use my life to engrave this iron rule in the holy egg, so that all members of the Wuka tribe... cannot betray you." Tuo Gang's eyes were firm, and he made such a firm oath.

This sentence seemed like a last word.

"Cough cough..." Then, he began to cough lightly.

This is not an illness, but because the lifespan has reached the limit and the cell body begins to decay.

Su Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly supported him and said.

"Mr. Tuo, are you..."

Tuo Gang was extremely weak and said: "Cough cough, help me call Zhan'er over."

Su Ming raised his hand and waved, and the Demon-Breaking Sky Spirit Fish Sword flew out of the sheath, flew to the door of the ancestral temple, and pulled Tuo Zhan over.

"What's wrong?" Tuo Zhan looked worried.

"Zhan'er, I will transform into a holy egg. You just wait and see. If you understand something, it would be the best." Tuo Gang said solemnly.

Tuo Zhan was shocked when he heard this.

"How... How is it possible? Father, you are still so young!" He stepped forward with a horrified look.

His father's age would be middle-aged if converted into human beings, but he was going to die of old age. He really couldn't accept this.

"Zhan'er!" Tuo Gang suddenly showed a face of anger and scolded.

"Sit down and watch carefully!" At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the majesty of his father in his middle age.

Tuo Zhan understood that he could not be willful this time.

Some things cannot be changed.

His eyes were slightly red, and he agreed.

"Okay." He sat in the pond of the ancestral temple and looked up at his father's figure on the high platform.

Su Ming came to his side and patted his shoulder gently.

The two watched this sacred moment together.

Tuo Gang sat cross-legged, took a deep breath, and his white hair withered.

At this moment, he died of old age.

On his face, there was a faint smile left, and he died suddenly without any regrets.

Immediately, the soul light of the ancestors that was invisible to the naked eye in the sky turned into a residual stream and swept over, pouring into Tuo Gang's body.

Green runes flickered and fluttered, those were the ancient magic words of the lizard tribe, indescribable and profound.

"Kataponi..."

"Umm, mud, fog, Ka..."

"Wukabixuan, wuwu..."

A series of old whispers, both male and female, came and went, as if the phantoms of the ancestors were speaking.

One of the voices was very similar to Tuogang's.

The powerful force poured over, and Tuogang's body gradually couldn't support it and began to tremble violently.

Finally, his flesh and blood twisted and his scales peeled off.

Under the scales, white milk scales were born.

The green runes flowed, gradually turning his body into light, and finally shrank and condensed into a large, crystal clear holy egg, which fell on the high platform.

There was a small green heart beating in it, as if it was still alive.

On the surface of the holy egg, several sonorous characters were engraved.

If you understand the language of the lizard tribe, then you must understand that the words engraved on it are: I, the Wuka tribe, must never betray my ally - the God of Killing.

At this moment, Tuo Zhan only felt a burning sensation on his neck. He raised his hand and a rune mark appeared there.

It was the oath rule of the Holy Egg. At this moment, it was imposed on all the lizardmen members of the Wuka tribe at the same time!

Even new members who joined in the future would be bound by this oath.

At the same time, all the Wuka tribe members outside were shocked and touched the runes on their necks.

"Is this... the iron rule of the Holy Egg?"

"Did the lost Holy Egg of my Wuka tribe be found?!"

"Or has my tribe condensed a new Holy Egg?!"

"My Wuka tribe has another Holy Egg!"

"Celebrate together!"

The outside world cheered.

But in the ancestral temple, Tuo Zhan's eyes were blurred.

"This is the holy egg..."

"Father turned his vitality into a new holy egg."

"The power of our ancestors is condensed in it..."

"This means that this holy egg will be more powerful than the one we lost."

"Because the power of that ancestor is also integrated into it."

He walked forward slowly, tears flowing, and the sadness in his heart was hard to suppress.

But for the lizardmen, sadness is a symbol of weakness.

Soon, Tuo Zhan gritted his teeth and cheered up.

He and Su Ming left the ancestral temple and announced loudly to all the lizardmen outside.

"Dear warriors of the Wuka tribe..." His voice was a little heavy.

"I announce that our Wuka tribe has a new holy egg!"

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