As Tu Shansou and Chi Yan talked, Ling Feng realized that it turned out that these two tribes both believed in the "Holy Snow Mountain" tribe.

The Holy Snow Mountain is a mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles here.

The Snow Valley that Ling Feng and the others found based on the map of the Divine Desert Treasure Box was in the center of the Holy Snow Mountain and was covered with snow all year round.

This snow valley is isolated from the world with the Holy Snow Mountain as its natural moat.

In the legends of the two major tribes, it is their holy land and place of faith.

This snow valley, every sixty-six years, will emit a nine-color divine light one day, illuminating the sky.

And after this nine-color divine light dissipates, sweet rain will fall from the sky.

good!

That is rainfall.

Logically speaking, in such an ice field, even if there is rain, it will be directly frozen into ice crystals during the falling process, and fall down as hail or snowflakes.

But this rain was not affected at all and fell like spring rain.

Along with the sweet rain comes vitality and spring for all things.

Both tribes will store rainwater, and every new child born in the tribe will be baptized by this rainwater.

Children who are baptized by this kind of rain will become strong and strong.

In this bitterly cold place, the mortality rate of newborns was originally extremely high.

But it was precisely because of those magical rains that the people of these two tribes were able to thrive.

Originally, both tribes had the same beliefs. Logically speaking, they should live in peace and coexist peacefully.

But all this has changed because of the disappearance of the sweet rain from the Holy Snow Mountain.

"For three sixty-six consecutive years, the Holy Snow Mountain no longer shines with divine light, and no more rain falls."

Tu Shansou's deeply sunken eye sockets turned a little red, "For us Tushan people, the rain from the Holy Snow Mountain is a gift from the gods, which protects our tribe from multiplying and reproducing. But now, there is no longer anything in the Holy Snow Mountain."

The reward must be for the Chiyou tribe. They have defiled the gods and offended the Holy Snow Mountain, so they were punished by the gods and also caused trouble for us, the Tushan tribe!"

"You fart!"

Chi Yan was so angry that he flew into a rage, "Old man, it's obvious that your Tushan tribe's beliefs are not strong enough and pious enough, so you angered Shengxue Mountain! I said it's you who have caused trouble for my Chiyou tribe!"

The two clan leaders became more and more excited as they talked.

For three and sixty-six years, nearly two hundred years, there have been fights like this more than once or twice.

If the Holy Snow Mountain cannot be restored in a day, I am afraid that the dispute between the two tribes will not stop in a day.

"Okay, please stay calm for a while."

Ling Feng separated the two clan leaders, but his brows became more and more deeply furrowed.

According to the legends of these two tribes, there may indeed be great energy hidden within the Holy Snow Mountain.

This may have something to do with the Spring Spring.

However, starting from two hundred years ago, the holy snow mountain no longer rains down, what does this mean?

Could it be that the spring spring inside has completely dried up?

If this is really the case, it would be extremely bad news for Ling Feng.

But that may not be the case.

Perhaps, it is because of other reasons that such anomalies occur in the Holy Snow Mountain.

"Two clan leaders, haven't you ever thought about entering the Holy Snow Mountain to find out what's going on?"

Ling Feng looked at the two of them and asked tentatively.

"The Holy Snow Mountain is a sacred place, how can we, mortals, be allowed to set foot on it?"

Tu Shansou shook his head repeatedly, "That is blasphemy and you will be punished by the gods!"

"The Holy Snow Mountain must not be desecrated!"

Chi Yan rarely spoke against Tu Shansou, but said with sincerity: "Your Excellency is an outsider, so I won't blame you if you don't know about it, but please never mention this matter again, otherwise, even if I know that I am not your opponent, I will still

I will fight with you and die together."

Ling Feng shook his head and couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

These guys are really superstitious!

Although Ling Feng could be wiped out with one sword even if all the two clans came together, Ling Feng was not a bloodthirsty person and there was no need to commit more crimes.

"Feel sorry!"

Ling Feng bowed his hands to the two of them and said apologetically: "I didn't mean to desecrate the holy places of the two races, but if I think about it from another direction, if no one enters the Holy Snow Mountain, how can they know the true will of the 'gods'?

you have always been with each other

They blame each other and fight with each other, but no one knows the reason why the Holy Snow Mountain no longer rains down. Have you never thought that perhaps God’s will is that you can enter the Holy Snow Mountain and accept God’s instructions?

"

Ling Feng used his extremely powerful ability to deceive, and secretly exerted some oppression from the source of the soul. Unknowingly, both clan leaders were "bewitched" by Ling Feng's words.

"That makes sense! Is this an instruction from the gods?"

Tu Shansou looked suddenly enlightened.

"Could it be...that this is really the case?"

Chi Yan also blinked his eyes repeatedly, "Could it be that the fighting between our two clans in the past two hundred years is meaningless!"

For a moment, the two clan leaders knelt down at Ling Feng's feet, "This young master, I finally realized it!"

"Sir, you are the benefactor of our Chiyou clan!"

"Please get up quickly."

Ling Feng stretched out his hand to help the two of them up. Although he was somewhat deceptive, it was a great merit to be able to prevent the killing of the two clans.

What's more!

Ling Feng took a deep breath and asked tentatively: "So, you two, do you have a way to enter the Holy Snow Mountain?"

This is Ling Feng's true purpose.

Only by entering the Holy Snow Mountain, that is, the snow valley, can we find out.

"way……"

Tu Shansou pondered for a long time, then slowly said: "There is indeed a way."

"Um."

Chi Yan nodded, "In the records of our two clans, there is the same oracle."

"What oracle?"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, and his heart jumped up.

It was finally time to reap the rewards after all the hard work I had put in.

"this……"

Tu Shansou and Chi Yan looked at each other, but hesitated to speak.

"Originally, Your Excellency helped our two clans to resolve the conflict. We should not have concealed anything from You, but..."

Chi Yan took a deep breath and sighed softly: "In the oracle, only outsiders who hold the gods' tokens can find out this secret. Otherwise, both of our tribes will be destroyed. Therefore,

I'm very sorry..."

"God's token?"

Ling Feng blinked, "What kind of divine token? I am also an outsider, maybe I am the person in the oracle?"

Ling Feng's heart became a little hot.

If it is true that the divine destiny of Emperor Shenhuang is buried in the Holy Snow Mountain, then the so-called token of the gods mentioned by the Tushan and Chiyou tribes is naturally the Shenhuang Treasure Box!

"That's a treasure box."

After hesitating for a moment, Chi Yan continued to speak: "The token of the gods in the oracle is a treasure box. There shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?"

"Maybe, it's just such a coincidence."

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the Divine Desolate Treasure Box from the Spiritual Ring.

"Boy, is this the treasure box in the oracle?"

Tu Shansou and Chi Yan's pupils shrank obviously, and they stared intently at the Shenhuang Treasure Box in Ling Feng's hand.

"It's...it's the mural in the altar!"

"Yes, exactly the same mural!"
To be continued...