Ran Deng smiled, clasped his hands together, and said, "Although I don't know where the ancestral land of the president is? But..."
After speaking, there was a pause.
It seems to whet its appetite.
Before everyone in the Zhu clan could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw Hu Sanjuan's face darken, and he felt like having a seizure on the spot.
Even the shadow of the tiger's claws loomed above the head.
Seeing that his appetite was almost gone, Ran Deng did not dare to continue to seek death.
Instead, he said in a very fast tone: "But... this junior knows that the Immortal Clan, the Demon Clan and the Ancient God Clan have all stopped attacking all races."
"What do you mean?" Hu Sanyuan was startled and looked at Ran Deng in confusion.
However, Zhuan Lianshan and others immediately became nervous.
He kept swallowing his saliva.
Although what Ran Deng said had nothing to do with "the president's ancestral land...", it still gave them a bad feeling.
Knowing that Hu Sanyuan's endurance had reached its limit, Ran Deng, who would most likely overturn if he tried to tease her again, did not delay, but quickly explained, "If nothing else, Senior Long Wenzhang, still can't do it"
Seniors You Yuhuan and Centipede have already collected enough flesh and blood to restore their physical bodies."
"That's why the immortals, demons... and the ancient gods will stop killing all races, but Senior Tiger's side should still be far away."
"In this way, by the time the seniors recover their physical bodies, I'm afraid that senior Long Wenzhang and the others will have turned the president's ancestral land upside down. That's why the juniors will feel that the seniors have given up on searching for the president's ancestral land."
"What?"
"They've had enough..."
boom!
Tiger Sanju stood up with a cry of "Ouch!" and looked at the burning lantern with a ferocious expression.
Powerful beast breath keeps emerging.
The tiger's claws were clenched so tightly that it made a "cluck" sound and a "cluck..." sound. There was a strong tendency to eat people if they disagreed.
Jitian, who had already received the hint, even though he was trembling with fear, still managed to stay calm and straightened up, looked at the three tigers who were only tens of meters away, nodded with difficulty, and said: "Senior, I understand this.
It can be proved that Monk Ran did not lie."
"Although our parasitic tribe is not very powerful in combat, we still have our own informants among all tribes..."
"As early as a few days ago, several of the seniors who came out with spiritual energy have already started to retreat. As for how long it will take to recover the physical body, the juniors don't know."
"Damn it!"
Hu Sanyuan gritted his teeth and glared at Zhuan Lianshan and others: "You trash."
"If I hadn't chosen you, how could I have fallen so far behind them? I've already gone into seclusion. In less than half a year, they will be able to form a physical body..."
Xuan Lianshan's expression changed dramatically.
Not even caring about the resentment of Ran Deng, Ji Tian and the two of them knelt down with a "Plop!" and said in a troubled manner: "Senior, don't worry, I will search for all the races outside the sky right away, and I will definitely do it in the shortest possible time.
, get enough flesh and blood for you.”
When you see three tigers, don’t target them anymore…
Instead, he pointed the finger at the Zhu tribe.
Jitian felt that he could do it again, and no longer trembled, but looked at the turbulent Zhuolian Mountain, "Tsk", "Tsk..." he joked a few times, and said: "Haha, I don't know about the leader of the Zuolian clan.
When you talk about the shortest time, how short is it? Ten years, a hundred years? Or thousands of years?"
"As far as I know, there are no alien races near the Tianwai battlefield. They have all migrated to unknown places outside the world. From this point of view, even if tens of thousands of years pass, you may not be able to gather the flesh and blood that your predecessors need."
"You bastard, are you trying to bully me?" Hu Sanyuan glared at me.
Jitian was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a "bang!" and said with a fearful and uneasy trembling: "I don't dare, this junior."
Hu Sanjuan said "Humph..." and did not argue with it. Instead, it turned to look at Ran Deng. Although it did not like these descendants of human ancestors, it had to admit that the brains of the other party were indeed not comparable to those of these alien races.
.
It took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in its heart, and said: "Since you want to replace the Zhu tribe, then tell me how long it will take to get the flesh and blood I want."
Everyone in the Zhu tribe immediately became nervous.
Not even one of them dared to take a breath.
I can only pray in my heart that the time given by Ran Deng will not be too much better than them, otherwise, with the urine of these heroic spirits, they will most likely abandon them immediately...
Ran Deng stretched out a finger and smiled proudly.
"One hundred years?" Hu Sanyuan frowned, with an unhappy look in his eyes.
If it had been before, it would have been a little heart-beating.
But now, Centihuang, Longwenzhang and the others have begun to refine their flesh and blood. Waiting for it to arrive after a hundred years...
Just like Ran Deng said, the president's ancestral land has probably been turned upside down by them.
What's the point of rushing there by yourself?
"I thought how outstanding you were?" Zhuan Lianshan sneered.
One hundred years...
As long as the Zhu people work hard, they can still do it.
Ran Deng shook his head. He didn't care about the faces of the people in the Zhu tribe. He looked straight at Hu Sanjuan and said calmly: "The poor monk is talking about one day."
"Senior, as long as you are willing, you can refine flesh and blood now. When the time comes, it will only last a few days compared to the immortals, demons..."
"What?"
“Within a day!”
"this……"
"..."
In the main hall, you can hear a pin drop.
After listening to Ran Deng's words, not only the people of the Zhu clan, but also Hu Sanyuan were dumbfounded. They were stunned for a long time before he said with a complicated expression: "Do you know how much flesh and blood I need?"
"No matter how much it is, we have enough."
Ran Deng smiled and turned to the Zhuan Lianshan with his peripheral vision: "As long as the senior agrees to let the poor monks and the parasitic tribe take the place of these Zhuan tribes... and then tell us the cultivation method of the ninth level, I promise that one day
Let the seniors see flesh and blood."
"No way, you are liars."
boom!
Zhuan Lianshan's expression was grim, and he pointed at Ran Deng and Ji Tian and the two of them: "Senior, you can't trust them. This bastard of the Mao tribe and the bugs of the Parasitic tribe have long been notorious outside our world."
"In today's world, all races have migrated to unknown places. Let alone one day, even one year or ten years, it is impossible to get enough flesh and blood for you."
"That's the trash of your Zhuan tribe." Jitian curled his lips and sneered.
"It's just one day anyway..."
Ran Deng smiled and looked at Hu Sanyuan not far away: "Senior will know whether it is true or not after trying it. Besides, how brave are the patriarchs and I to talk nonsense in front of senior? Unless we
I think my life is too long."
Zhuan Lianshan let out a "Humph!" and looked at Jiitian warily: "You must have discussed it, and used the gimmick of gathering enough flesh and blood in one day to try to seize the senior's body, right?"
Tiger Sanju was startled.
Not just it.
Both Ran Deng and Ji Tian were stunned on the spot. They wanted to explain but had no way of opening their mouths. Who told them to say "one day..."? It was so unbelievable!
If you are not sincere.
If it were anyone else, they would probably feel that the other party had ulterior motives...
Who let the parasitic tribe.
Are you only good at this kind of unattractive means?
…
"Zhan Lianshan, I'll fart on you..." Jitian gritted his teeth and roared angrily.
"What, you were right?" Zhuan Lianshan sneered.
After saying that, he looked at Hu Sanmao, who was still meditating, and swore at his chest, saying: "Senior Hu, you must not believe them. These Mao tribesmen are notoriously cunning and don't get up early if they don't have any advantage. And
The parasites are even more notorious bugs."
"Junior, I'm sure that... they risked their lives to come to our Zhuan tribe just for you, senior. First they exaggeratedly said that Senior Long Wenzhang was already refining flesh and blood. Their purpose was to make you confused.
.”
"This junior knows exactly what is going on in Tianwai today. All races are no longer found in the entire Tianwai battlefield. What ability do they have to get enough flesh and blood for you in one day?"
"Hmph! Bugs, this should be your parasitic tribe's best attack on the mind. Sir, disrupt your senior's thoughts and then use some shady means to seize the senior's soul, right?"
Buzz, buzz…
This "right!" was deafening.
Rang Jitian's body also trembled.
Tiger Sanyuan, on the other hand, frowned and looked at Ran Deng and Ji Tian with suspicion. He had to say that Zhuolianshan's analysis was reasonable. Although it had not hunted Wanzu personally, it had never
It seems that the behavior of the Zoan clan should be just as it said.
Immortals, demons... and other tribes are too ruthless and have forced all races to migrate to unknown lands.
In this way, it may not be that easy for Centihuang, Long Wenzhang and others to reunite their physical bodies.
Let's not talk about whether Ran Deng's promise to gather enough flesh and blood within one day is true or false. The fact that Long Wenzhang and the others are already in seclusion is very doubtful.
When he saw Hu Sanyuan being moved by Zhu Lianshan's few words, a look of solemnity flashed across Ran Deng's face.
He had already thought about the consequences before entering the ancestral land of the Zhu tribe.
Talking about Hu Sanyuan would be a great good thing for him and Jitian.
If they can't say anything, what awaits them is probably the other party's anger.
Seeing Hu Sanyuan looking over suspiciously, Ran Deng immediately became alert and did not dare to show any panic, lest the other party think that he was guilty of committing a crime.
He could only bite the bullet and said: "Seniors who have the strength and knowledge before are really afraid of the plot of a ninth-grade insect?"
Who is the little bug?
cYou, eldest,...
Ji Tian cursed secretly, knowing the importance of it, so he did not confront Ran Deng on the spot. Instead, he licked his face and looked at Hu Sanyuan with aggrieved eyes.
After listening to Ran Deng's explanation, Hu Sanjuan was startled for a moment, then laughed and said: "You are right. With my strength, how can I be afraid of this little insect's calculations?"
.”
"Senior, you..." Zhan Lianshan was about to act.
He was directly interrupted by Hu Sanju, saying: "Okay, I would like to see how you can gather enough flesh and blood for me in one day. If you can do it, I will let you replace Zhuan."
So what about the clan?”
"If you can't do it, then don't blame me for being rude to you. As for other little thoughts, it's best to restrain yourself. Beyond the ninth level, you can't imagine it."
"Yes, senior." He was overjoyed.
Seeing Ran Deng nodding, it quickly straightened its chest: "Senior, please give me an instruction to ask the Zhu tribe not to prevent flesh and blood from coming in..."
Hu Sanjuan said "Hmm!" and looked at Zhulian Mountain: "Remove the disciples from the ancestral land."
There was helplessness on his face.
He had no choice but to do as he was told. Seeing that the people guarding the boundary gate had all retreated, Ji Tiancai bent his body again and let out a burst of insect sounds of "woo", "woo", "woo...".
This is the unique communication method of the parasitic tribe. As long as the distance is not too far, you can communicate in the minds of the tribesmen.
Sure enough, as its "wuwu..." sound stopped, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the ancestral land of the Zhu tribe.
Hundreds of millions of alien armies rushed in one after another like puppets on strings.
There are as many types as a cow's hair.
As soon as he entered the ancestral land, it exploded into blood mist on the spot without Jiitian opening his mouth.
Everyone in the Zhu tribe was dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
Everyone looked at the strange behaviors of those aliens with their mouths open, becoming more and more uneasy.
As more and more aliens self-destructed, a layer of blood mist filled the entire ancestral land of the Zhu tribe.
Seeing this situation, the trace of vigilance in Hu Sanyuan's heart disappeared.
Looking at the burning lamp, Jiitian and the two laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, I did not misjudge the person. If I had known that you had such ability, how could you cooperate with these wastes."
After saying that, he glanced at the panic-stricken Zhuan tribe with his peripheral vision, and as soon as he thought about it, these ninth-level powerhouses headed by Zhuan Lianshan exploded into clouds of blood mist directly in front of it.
Zhuan Lianshan, who had not completely died, only a trace of his soul floated out of the blood mist.
Looking at Hu Sanyuan not far away, his eyes were full of resentment, and he said: "You... are too cruel. We, the Zhu tribe, have been exhausted from running around for your affairs in the past few years, and our hands are even stained.
The blood of countless foreign races, but you don’t care about your old feelings at all, and want to destroy our Zhuan tribe..."
"Chief Zhuan, this is the law of the jungle." Ran Deng said with a faint smile.
"Hahahahaha!"
Hearing the words "The weak eat the strong...", Zhuan Lianshan laughed weakly, with regret in his eyes, and said: "My clan has made a mistake. Since I already knew your virtues, I even sought the skin of a tiger in order to surpass the ninth rank."
"Hmph, don't be too happy too early. Even if our Zhuan clan is destroyed, you will follow suit sooner or later..."
After finishing speaking, his eyes were full of loneliness, and he said: "The "Anti-Human Alliance" and the Super Ninth Grade are all fake. If there is still a chance, the leader of this clan will definitely join the ancient clan..."
"Noisy!"
Bang!
Hu Sanyuan just glanced at it coldly, and the remaining soul of Zhuan Lianshan exploded into blue smoke in an instant.
Regarding the tragic death of the people of the Zhu tribe, its face did not show the slightest bit of intolerance. Instead, it smiled and looked at the foreigners who came in one after another to die, constantly feeling the amount of flesh and blood.
Seeing that it was almost done, he nodded with satisfaction and said: "From now on, this ancestral land of the Zhu tribe will be given to you. In the sky above your head, there are the avenues that I have cultivated in the past. As long as you can understand more than ten thousand, you can
Breaking through the ninth level."
"As for the skills of the Psionics Association."
It paused, then raised its hand and threw a piece of jade mirror over: "There are still half a year, you can learn as much as you can..."
"Thank you, senior!" Ran Deng took the jade mirror and nodded vigorously.
Jiitian also kept squirming.
His eyes were slightly moist, who would have thought that these shady parasites could one day be promoted to the ninth level?
I saw it took a deep breath, felt the avenue above its head, and gritted its teeth with a "click", "click..." and said: "Immortals, demons... and the ancient gods, you just wait, soon,
My parasitic race will also be bathed in the sun..."
…
After the "killing..." stopped!
The battlefield outside the sky presents a strange dead silence, which is so quiet that it makes people uneasy. Sometimes, even after flying hundreds of millions of miles, not a single living person can be seen.
Not only that.
Even the avenue of life and death seems to have been strengthened.
There are hundreds of millions of miles of uninhabited land, which means it’s the outer world!
Countless foreign races have migrated to unknown lands. Only the camp of the ancient tribes seems to still be rooted in the same place, clinging to their gates...
"..."
Time flies, and half a year has passed.
The sky above the demon clan and their ancestral land is filled with thick blood mist, which is red when you reach out and almost covers up the demonic energy that they rely on for survival.
Perhaps because of too many sins, even when standing in the ancestral land, they would often hear thunderous sounds of "bang", "bang", "bang...", which made their ancestral land shake uncontrollably.
Boom!
This afternoon.
In the ancestral land, a loud noise erupted again. Unlike thunder, there was no aura of destruction, but countless avenues, all converging in one direction.
"Hahaha, the old man has made a breakthrough." After a burst of laughter, he saw an elder of the demon clan standing proudly in mid-air, looking at the clansmen with high spirits.
It was originally only at the ninth level, but its breath alone became a hundred times more powerful, and every move of its hands and feet made it feel like the world was shaking.
"Congratulations to the Ninth Elder." Countless clan members congratulated in unison.
Even the magic oyster came to its side.
As early as a few months ago, it had broken through to the ninth level. It looked at the aura of the ninth elder, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "It's not bad, hurry up, it's best to be able to do it before Senior Long comes out of seclusion.
By understanding the skills of a psionics society, we will have a better chance of winning when we face the Immortal Clan and the Ancient God Clan."
"Yes, clan leader..." The ninth elder smiled and nodded.
The words just fell.
Suddenly, a huge suction force came down without any warning. Before the demons could recover, all the flesh and blood that filled the sky over the ancestral land was pulled away.
In just an instant, the ancestral land of the demon clan was once again filled with demonic energy.
Seeing this scene, Mo Oyster was also shocked. He looked at the main hall not far away: "Senior...is about to leave seclusion?"
Everyone from the demon tribe also looked over.
The terrifying momentum made them shudder.
"hold head high!"
Only a dragon roar was heard, and a huge beam of light was reflected from outside the ancestral land, shrouding the sky above the main hall.
A dragon that had been extinct for who knows how many millions of years was reborn in the beam of light.
Too big!
Just his physical body completely covered most of his ancestral land, and every dragon scale on his body was engraved with demonic inscriptions.
Demon Oyster, who had secretly mastered several psionic methods, could really feel how strong the opponent was.
This is completely different from when it was still a heroic spirit.
The current Long Wenzhang is so powerful that it is suffocating.
If we were to face the old man from before again, I'm afraid the place would be wiped out with just one claw!
"Congratulations, senior." Mo Oyster quickly bowed.
Other demon clans also talked about it: "Supply senior to get out of seclusion."
Long Wenzhang twisted a few times to get his body back to normal, then he looked at the demon oysters below, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Thank you for your hard work. If the demons hadn't been running around all these years, I would have hunted them for you."
The flesh and blood of all races, if I want to reunite with my physical body, it may not be that easy."
"Don't worry, I will never go back on what I said. As long as you find the ancestral land of the president, you will naturally share the benefits. If you can't bear the cause and effect, there will still be human ancestors..."
It hasn't finished speaking yet.
Immediately, he saw "Sky Fire", "Divine Thunder...", as well as "Nine Nether Winds", "Bone-loving Konjac Water..." and other nine hundred and ninety-nine minutes of devastating disasters, directly crossing the demon clan's path.
The barrier of the ancestral land attacks it.
In just an instant, Long Wenzhang's newly reunited body was enveloped by these devastating disasters.
Any kind of disaster is enough to make Chaojiupin Tan's expression change, but this time there are nearly a thousand kinds.
There is also a road of death that is so powerful that it makes one's hair stand on end. It is also coming.
In just a moment, it was almost reduced to a remnant soul again. Moreover, without the protection of the hidden spirit tombstone, if its body was destroyed by these disasters, I am afraid that even the remnant soul would be annihilated in an instant.
Seeing this scene, Long Wenzhang panicked and suddenly recalled what the president said, resurrecting from the dead is against the law of heaven...
I saw it gritting its teeth, and with a cry of "Ang!", it sacrificed the golden bell, while resisting the disaster above its head,
While roaring anxiously, he said: "So what about the disaster? I have spent a lot of effort to reunite my physical body. How can you destroy it just by destroying it?"
"Fortunately, I was prepared beforehand."
I saw it take a deep breath, its eyes were red, and said: "The Great Breath Condensation Technique of All Heavens."
Buzz, buzz…
A super ninth grade with a physical body.
Naturally, it is not comparable to the remnant soul... Long Wenzhang raised his paw, and in an instant, hundreds of "Lian" characters flew out from between his eyebrows...
In just a moment, its body was shrouded in it. As Lian Zi continued to exert its power, the power of the disaster seemed to be gradually weakening.
"Useful?" Long Wenzhang was ecstatic.
I am also happy in my heart.
Thanks to myself remembering the president's reminder, the demon was not idle until it collected enough flesh and blood.
Instead, he slowly deduced Centihuang's special skill, the Heaven's Great Breath Condensation Technique, otherwise, just this round of disaster would have made him irreversible.
Moreover, it feels faintly.
There seems to be more than one round of these disasters...
As more and more words were collected, and the aura on its body was completely covered, the disaster above its head began to slowly dissipate.
It wasn't until it turned into a monster again that it breathed a sigh of relief.
"Senior, are you okay?" Mo Oyster hurried over and asked with a worried look on his face.
Although their demon clan already has three super-ninth-grade demons, even if most of the alien races outside the world join forces, they are still confident that they can sweep them away.
But nothing can happen to Long Wenzhang.
Because this is the trump card of their demon clan.
Don’t forget, in addition to the Demon Clan, there are also the Immortal Clan, the Ancient God Clan, and even the Zhu Clan, all of whom have a super ninth-level peak person standing in charge.
If you don't have it yourself.
It is undoubtedly lower than other ethnic groups.
Even if it moves its hands, it has no confidence that it can defeat these heroic spirits...
"Made, it's so dangerous this time." Long Wenzhang said, "Gulu!" He swallowed and looked at the top of his head with lingering fear.
It took dozens of breaths before he calmed down. As if he was worried that something would be revealed, he reinforced nearly a hundred Chinese characters above his head.
It wasn't until the entire demon clan had completely lost all signs of disaster that they truly felt relieved. They looked at the worried demon oyster and asked slowly, "Is there anyone over there at the Psionics Society?"
…
"Not yet..." Demon Oyster shook his head and said, "I have people watching outside the psychic meeting. Once someone comes out, they will immediately notify the juniors."
"According to the news that came back a few days ago, the mountain gate of the Psionic Society has not been opened since we left. Not only that little beast named "Ye...", but also everyone from the Mao tribe are still inside.
come out."
After hearing this, Long Wenzhang sneered a few times, "Tsk", "Tsk..." and said: "It seems that Totem's vision is not good either. It's been... almost ten years, and that little beast hasn't been able to practice yet.
The Spirit Transformation Association really disappoints me."
"I originally planned to deal with them first after reuniting my physical body. But now it seems that I will have to wait until I visit the president's ancestral land before I have the chance."
"Senior is right!" Demon Oyster said "Hmph..." and gritted his teeth and said: "That old guy is blind and blind. I'm afraid he never dreamed that even if he kicked us out of the psionic society, under the guidance of senior
Thanks to the help of Cunxia, it only took us a few years to successfully break through to the super ninth level, which is many times stronger than the hair it values."
Long Wenzhang smiled and casually warned, "Pay close attention to the activities of the Psionics Association. If there is any news, tell me immediately."
"Also, you can be arrogant, but don't be arrogant. The talents of those descendants of human ancestors may not be great, but don't underestimate the Psionics Society, otherwise, you will suffer big losses sooner or later."
"Yes, senior." Mo Oyster nodded quickly.
Just then.
Several clan members responsible for guarding the mountain gate hurried in: "The clan leader, Senior Long, the Immortal Clan and the Ancient God Clan are here to visit."
"Those two guys also reunited and took on physical bodies?" Long Wenzhang was slightly startled.
But for the magic oyster, there were no surprises.
After all, everyone knows the achievements of the three tribes.
As early as half a year ago, not only the own demon clan, but also the immortal clan and the ancient god clan also stopped their attacks on all races at almost the same time.
You can tell with your toes that they most likely stopped when they had enough flesh and blood.
With the dragon pattern clearly present, the magic oyster did not make the decision privately, but looked at it and asked respectfully, "Senior, will you let them in?"
Have to say!
The magic oyster is very good at being a good person. Just these details make Long Wenzhang extremely satisfied with it.
Although he did not regard him as a true disciple, he did not hide his secrets and handed over all his methods to Mo Oyster.
After a brief pause, he said: "Let them come in."
After saying that, he changed his mind.
He restored the reminder similar to that of the human race, and with a quick grab, he put a robe on his body, then turned around and returned to the main hall.
It didn't take long.
The two people headed by Centihuang and Yu Huan came to the main hall with a group of powerful men from the Immortal Clan and the Ancient God Clan. On their heads were countless numbers of words.
Centihuang is a little better. After all, what he is good at is the Great Breath Condensation Technique of the Heavens. When disaster strikes, he will restrain his breath almost immediately.
Like Long Wenzhang, Yu Huan, who only figured out the method to hold back his breath after coming out, was in a much worse situation.
Even though he was covered with clothes, the physical damage was still difficult to hide from others.
Seeing Centipede and Yu Huan walking in, Mo Hao hurriedly said, "I've met these two seniors."
No one paid any attention to it.
After all, a newbie to the Transcendent Ninth Grade and a junior is not worthy of their polite treatment.
Both of their eyes were focused on Long Wenzhang.
"You... withstood the disaster?" Yu Huan frowned and said somewhat unambiguously.
Long Wenzhang said, "Ha!" He sneered a few times and said, "It's just a disaster, what can I do to you?"
"..." Yu Huan was depressed.
Everyone is reunited with their physical bodies.
Why? You are the only one who is injured.
Only Centihuang could see through Long Wenzhang's state at a glance, and he sneered in his heart and said, "You're bragging, you're not afraid of flashing your tongue."
With the breath isolated, others can't see the clues, but it has been studying the great breath gathering techniques of the heavens for who knows how many years, how can it be fooled by these few words?
Long Wenzhang also knew that he probably couldn't hide his status from Centipede. He immediately changed the subject, looked at the demon oyster below and asked, "I remember the person chosen by Hu Sanjuan seems to be that Zhuan tribe."
Well, how is it now?"
"Zhao tribe?"
Xian Qiong, Gu You and others laughed in public with a "poof!"
Even the magic oyster couldn't help laughing.
When several people were attacking the Ten Thousand Tribes, they also thought of attacking the Zoan Tribe.
But when they thought about the fact that they had three tigers and three tigers standing guard, they all gave up and just kept paying attention to each other.
When he saw Long Wenzhang looking at them suspiciously, Xian Qiong quickly stopped his smile and said seriously: "Senior Long, you shouldn't have to wait for him."
"What do you mean?" Long Wenzhang frowned.
Demon Oyster took over the conversation and said: "The overall strength of the Zoan tribe is weak, and they have not made much achievements in recent years. If nothing else, the senior Tiger may still have a long way to go before he can reunite with his physical body."
"In today's world, almost all alien races have migrated to unknown places. It is extremely difficult to find them. If I estimate well, if we wait another hundred and eighty years, we may not be able to wait for Senior Tiger to come over."
After hearing this, Long Wenzhang was speechless.
Compared to Centihuang and Yuhuan, it actually wants Hu Sanji to come over. After all, the other party is less thoughtful, unlike these two people, who are full of bad intentions.
Seeing Long Wenzhang, he didn't say a word.
Centipede Huangcai said: "Brother Long, you said before that the president's ancestral land is related to the ancestors. Is it true?"
"Inseparable..." Long Wenzhang thought for a while, but did not hide anything from the two of them.
After all, the president is too strong.
It's so strong that it makes people scared.
Even if it is already at the peak of the ninth level, it does not dare to explore the ancestral land of the president alone.
Having more helpers is also a good thing!
"Such news should be extremely secretive!" Yu Huan frowned and looked at it suspiciously: "I guess even Ren Ancestor may not know about it. I wonder how did you learn about it, Brother Long?"
"An accident!"
Long Wenzhang recalled for a moment, then slowly said: "At that time, before I entered the tombstone where spirits were hidden, I took some of my tribe members to meditate at the famous tree. You also know that when spiritual energy is at its peak, light will
There are tens of thousands of famous trees."
"At that time, Renzu took a strange writing book and found the president at the Mingming Tree. He said that some improved writings suddenly appeared in his ancestral land. He didn't even recognize it, but the president just glanced at it.
, he accurately recognized every word, and finally admitted that this thing came from his hand."
boom!
As soon as these words came out, Yu Huan and Centi Huang's eyes suddenly lit up.
They all once took charge of large clans.
Naturally, it is clear that it is almost impossible for words and exercises from the outside world to flow into an unfamiliar world.
After all, the wars between the various races in that era were more intense, unlike now, where the immortals, demons, and other powerful races consider themselves not afraid of other alien races, and their realm gates are always open.
In that era, there was no such thing as ranking. No matter how strong you were, there would always be someone stronger than you.
The gates of the major races are closed almost all year round. Except for the strong ones like them, the remaining tribesmen cannot leave the gates before they reach the ninth level.