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Many people don’t like the sunset because they subconsciously think of the sunset and the sun is weak. It seems that in the eyes of Easterners, the sunset represents decline and the end of death.

At the Jiuli tribe at the foot of Niujiao Mountain, the lava dwarf Magni stared at the huge square cauldron in front of him, with a hint of sorrow and sadness in his eyes.

The square tripod is beautiful. Although there is no pattern on it, under the sunset, the green appearance has a touch of tempting gold and red, which makes this simple ancient tripod a touch of newness.

At least, it seems like this on the surface.

As for the real state of this ancient tripod at this moment, perhaps except for the Ninth Master, only Magni knows the real state of the giant tripod at this moment.

This is an ancient cauldron. Once upon a time, there were beautiful patterns on the cauldron, but later, due to severe damage, the patterns on it gradually began to disappear.

The origin of the ancient tripod is very mysterious, and it can be traced back a long time ago. In fact, if it weren't for the Jiu Ye taking out this ancient tripod, everyone wouldn't know that there was such a huge ancient tripod in the tribe.

Magni remembered very clearly that when Master Jiu took out this giant cauldron, the painful decision flashed in his eyes, and the ears seemed to be reverberating with his trembling hands touching the giant cauldron with his trembling hands, and said the sentence with great sadness;

"Old friend, I'm sorry for you."

This is an ancient tripod full of spirituality. When the Jiuye's hand was removed from the ancient tripod, an ancient scroll appeared on the surface of the tripod. A creature emitting a shattering mountains and rivers followed a god with a cow head and a flame, fighting towards their enemies, the group of angels who also exuded a terrifying aura.

No one knows the final result of the war between gods, because everything stopped at this moment, the scroll broke and turned into colorful rays all over the sky, and then divided into two rays of rays, one big and one small. The large part of the rays merged into the ancient cauldron. At that moment, this ordinary ancient cauldron had a slight aura that no one could ignore.

The small ray of rays separated from the colorful rays merged into Magni. It was from that day that Magni became the first lava dwarf of the dwarves.

It was also from that day that Magni knew that the lifespan of this ancient cauldron was about to end, and that this was the last time it was used in this life. When the last wisp of medicine in the ancient cauldron was exhausted, the ancient cauldron would completely die.

At this moment, feeling the little medicine left in the ancient cauldron and the quaint aura that was about to be extinguished like a candle, Magni felt inexplicably sad.

Just as Magni stared at the ancient tripod and lost his mind, a dry but powerful palm slapped on Magni's shoulder, and the old voice echoed in Magni's ears: "Child, you don't need to be sad, everyone has their own choices. Since my old friend gave you the seed of power before leaving, you should understand that you don't need to be sad at this moment."

McGonie lowered his head in disappointment, with a wry smile on his face: "Great Elder, I understand all you said, but I still feel uncomfortable."

Staring at Magni in front of him, Jiu Ye held the bronze short stick in his hand tightly and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he was only silent.

He understood what Magni felt at this moment. Before the ancient cauldron was about to die, a seed had been planted in Magni's body. It was a heritage, an ancient inheritance. At the moment when the inheritance officially began, there was an indelible bond between Magni and his old friend in front of him.

It can be said that from a certain perspective, Magni in front of him is the child of his old friend, and Magni will also regard the ancient cauldron as his closest relative.

So Master Jiu understood Magni's feelings at this moment. The kind of things that cannot be left in life disappeared little by little, and that kind of sadness cannot be expressed in words.

A long time later, a sigh came from the setting sun that seemed to be about to exhale all of his strength. Jiu Ye looked at the Gu Ding in front of him in a low mood, with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

But after a moment, this guilt was hidden, and a hint of determination and even indifference emerged: "Child, how long can my old friend last?"

With a touch of complexity, Magni said bitterly: "The Great Elder, at most three days, after all, such intense refining has lasted for eighteen days."

Master Jiu was stunned and stared at the ancient square cauldron in front of him, with a hint of complexity in his eyes: "It's been eighteen days. Is it always a feeling that time passes so fast, can it be extended?"

Shaking his head, his mouth was extremely bitter: "No, this is already the limit."

With his brows locked and looking at the ancient tripod in front of him, Jiu Ye had a hint of sorrow in his eyes: "Old guy, you have to hold on."

A complicated look flashed in McGonie's eyes. He looked at the elder whom he respected in front of him, opened his mouth, and a hesitation flashed in his eyes: "Is it worth it, is it worth it?"

Frowning, Master Jiu turned his head and stared at Magni, his eyes with a sharp edge: "What did you say just now?"

Facing the sharp eyes of Master Jiu's eyes as sharp as a knife, Magni did not retreat, but looked at Master Jiu's eyes unwillingly, and shouted excitedly: "I said, "Great Elder, is it worth it, why should this be a big medicine for you, but why should you give Ye Qingshan you need this big medicine more than Ye Qingshan."

An incomprehensible anger flashed in McGonny's eyes. He could understand the sacrifice of the ancient tripod, because only when the ancient tripod sacrificed himself could he make a peerless medicine, recover the wounds of the great elder, and stop the terrible enemy of the Angel Clan.

What Magni couldn't understand now was that the peerless medicine that should have prolonged the life of the Great Elder was sent to Ye Qingshan.

Magni knew Ye Qingshan. In fact, Ye Qingshan was brought to the Jiuli tribe by Magni. He had no conflict with Ye Qingshan, but he really didn't understand the Great Elder's approach.

If the Great Elder exchanged his life for Ye Qingshan's life, although this Magni could not accept it, it was at least understandable. Ye Qingshan was very healthy, as healthy as a young god, and his body was filled with surging vitality.

So Magni didn't understand, nor could he understand what the Great Elder was all about.

Is it worth it? A complicated look flashed in Master Jiu's eyes. In fact, he had thought about this problem before. Master Jiu knew very well that he was in his current state and was infinitely close to the old guy in front of him. Master Jiu knew very well that he had no need to help Ye Qingshan, but Master Jiu finally made this choice.

Ye Qingshan is different from himself. When he is old, he will be like this in his life. Living and dying are actually no different for Master Jiu. Master Jiu takes death very lightly.

But Ye Qingshan is different. This little baby from the clan is still young. In Ye Qingshan, Jiu Ye saw amazing potential. Even in ancient times, that potential belonged to a rare genius.

Master Jiu never thought that a little baby from the Clan could have such a level of power at such a young age.

Ye Qingshan is a genius, a true genius. Ninth Master saw the shadows of those top powerhouses in Ye Qingshan in ancient times.

Jiu Ye is sure that as long as Ye Qingshan does not die, he will definitely become a famous figure in the future.

And I am a arrogant Jiuli person, and my life is a farce and a joke. Jiu Ye knows very well that he has no future for me as he is already like this.

But the Jiuli tribe is different. As the only Jiuli tribe in this era, Jiuli tribe doesn't care about his life and death. His idea of ​​helping Ye Qingshan is very simple, hoping that one day in the future, if history repeats itself, the Jiuli tribe will be exterminated again for those ridiculous reasons.

At that time, Ye Qingshan could see the meager incense at this moment and help the Jiuli tribe.
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