After a while, Cuihua, Jiuyou Zhenjun and Li Shier and three others came to the hall.

"Do you know why this hall is called Sanchengli?" Cuihua pointed at the hall and said as many of his knowledge: "The place where our ancestors became prosperous back then was called Sanchengli."

"Three cities are actually a place name, and there are three cities there. Our ancestors turned out to be just a nobleman who was about to be removed from the list. If there were no masters of the Xiaozhenjun level in the family, they would be removed from the list. If the three generations of people remained like this, basically the descendants would be slaves."

"Almost all of the ancestors were desperate. You know the rules of that era. Once the family is in decline and loses those resources, there is no possibility of rising."

"Slaves have no resources. Our position will be replaced by branches of wealthy families. However, the ancestors survived in a desperate situation. Thirty thousand years ago, the ancestors who changed the trajectory of the family's destiny were finally born!"

Cuihua was very excited to mention her ancestors.

Whether it is words or eyes, there is pride.

"The place name of the ancestors, Yeluli, the Ming sect, was changed to the Sanchengli because the ancestors rose and unified the Three Cities."

"From that time, our ancestor Yeluli defeated thirteen true lords in a row and became a famous peerless master at that time, directly leading our family to tens of thousands of years of glory."

"After the death of the ancestor Yeluli, the ancestors who followed him went on one after another, which made my brother become the king of Jiuzhou."

Speaking of her brother, there was an unconcealable loss in her eyes.

If it weren't for the betrayal of the traitor Jin Wuming, he and his brother might have met here.

But everything, no if.

"The King of Jiuzhou cannot be achieved by a wealthy family overnight. Even though his ancestor Yelu Li did not become the King of Jiuzhou, this is also the reason why his ancestors died of depression. Since then, our Yelu family's ancestral hall has been renamed Sanchengli to commemorate this ancestor who helped our family avoid loneliness."

Cuihua pointed to the strange words on the hall: "This is the hall in the Three Cities, and our ancestors are inside."

"I will kowtow before entering. You are not from our family, so I will be spared."

After Cuihua finished speaking, she knelt on the ground very respectfully, kowtowed three times in a row, and folded her hands together, not knowing what she was lying.

It is probably a word of worship for ancestors.

After doing all this, she slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the main hall in Sancheng.

"I'll go in first, you're waiting for me outside." Cuihua said, and walked into the hall.

It is said to be a ancestral hall, but this majestic building is taller than an ordinary temple.

It seems that besides the convention hall of the Jiuzhou Prince's Mansion, these three cities are the second largest building.

It can be seen that the importance of ancestors in the eyes of their descendants.

Every person with the Yelu surname keeps his ancestors in mind.

Don't dare to forget at all.

"Jin Wuming?" As soon as he stepped into the door of the hall, Cuihua exclaimed: "Jin Wuming is dead here!"

They had never seen Jin Wuming before, nor had they seen Jin Wuming's body outside.

Cuihua thought Jin Wuming was hiding in the hall or waiting next to her.

Only then did she decide to go in by herself and let Jiuyou Zhenjun wait outside.

Unexpectedly, Jin Wuming actually died in the ancestral hall.

Could it be that it was the poisonous hand of the Blood Soul Emperor?

But it's impossible.

It is a miracle that the Blood Soul Emperor can still live now.

His mind power was very weak and he had no ability to kill Jin Wuming at all.

But Jin Wuming died like this.

Died in the ancestral hall.

Cuihua stood there without acting rashly.

She is clear about the mechanism here.

But now, Jin Wuming has no scars on his body and is dead inexplicably.

Even in his eyes, there was fear.

What exactly happened?

"Cuihua, what's going on?"

Jiuyou was very worried when he heard Cuihua's voice.

He stood there, hesitating to go in or stay here.

"You stay outside, I'll go in and take a look." Li Shier knew what he was thinking, so he simply patted Jiuyou Zhenjun on the shoulder and strode into the ancestral hall.

As soon as he entered, Li Shier saw Jin Wuming lying on the ground, dead.

Very miserable.

His eyes were wide open and blood was still on the corners of his mouth.

It seems that he was seriously injured.

"It seems that he died of frightened." Li Shier looked forward, and there were rows of spiritual seats.

Behind the spiritual position is a golden statue several meters high.

In that era, gold was a precious thing.

Li Shier couldn't help but sigh that except for the Yelu family, there was probably no family with such strong strength to build such luxurious statues.

Lifelike people, some holding bamboo slips, some holding fans, and some holding double rings.

Almost everyone uses different weapons.

At the center, there is a three-foot-high spiritual position.

It says 'Ancestor Yeluli'.

This spiritual position is carved with white jade and decorated with night pearls.

And the statue of Yeluli is also three times larger than others!

Holding a long sword in his hand, Yeluli looked into the distance, with only a solemn expression on his face.

At his feet are sculptures of the True Lord whom he defeated.

One was frightened and extremely weak.

Once such sculptures are spread, the Jiuzhou Palace will immediately become the target of public criticism.

Too insulting.

"Do you know how our ancestors died back then?" Cuihua looked at Yeluli's statue in a daze.

"suicide?"

Li Shier responded.

"How do you know?" Cuihua looked a little surprised, but then smiled and said, "You are a smart person, Jiuyou said. He said, even if you know anything, he would not be surprised."

"I just guessed that if such a powerful person dies naturally, he would not ask me like this. Heroes will not commit suicide." Li Shier looked at the statue.

I don't know if this statue is too huge or for other reasons, it always looks like a very strange sense of oppression.

Li Shier looked at Cuihua and said, "Why commit suicide?"

"Because there are so many people who have defeated, many families feel uneasy, so many families united to push our family into the abyss."

Cuihua sneered: "The King of Jiuzhou at that time was actually afraid of the abilities of our ancestors, so he ignored it. Speaking of which, Jiuzhou was more of a product of compromise at that time. If everyone pushed him up, he had no right."

"In the end, once the ancestor died, we will protect our family for tens of thousands of years."

"From that time, the people of our Yelu family have vowed to become the King of Jiuzhou! The King of Jiuzhou with one word and nine tripods! Not a puppet!"

Cuihua slowly clenched her fists, with anger in her eyes.

"No wonder you carved all the statues at the feet of your ancestors." Li Shier glanced at Jin Wuming's corpse on the ground, "His death may be related to your ancestors."
Chapter completed!