Miao Jiang said it was not big, but it was not small either.
Fang Ling followed Tu'er on the road for a month, passing countless tribes along the way, before arriving at the Lan tribe.
He didn't waste time on the road. He was on the road during the day and would take out the Heavenly Plague Cauldron to practice at night.
The blue-eyed three-legged toad in the Yaoguang realm contains a large amount of toxins in its natal poison pill.
It wasn't until the night before arriving at the Lan tribe that he completely refined it.
After refining, his Poison Skill has become much more powerful.
Street stall market of Lan tribe.
Tu'er looked at Fang Ling on the side and said, "My dear friend, please be careful next time. I will go back first." "It will take two months to go back and forth. I am a little worried about my family."
Before Tu'er left, he didn't know that the Mu tribe had been slaughtered, so at this moment, he felt a little worried about the situation at home.
Fang Ling hummed softly, reached out and took out a volume of decree from his pocket, and handed it into his hand.
"This decree is given to you, and I hope you will not need it."
During his time in the Tu clan, he gained a lot.
In addition, Tu'er took the trouble to bring him to the Lan tribe, so Fang Ling wanted to give some favors to the Tu tribe.
Regarding the method of making the decree, he had already obtained it from an unlucky person.
There were various materials in his storage ring, and he succeeded after trying it a few times.
The current decree carries a boundless fist of the galaxy.
Legal decrees cannot fully carry the full power of magical powers and secrets, and most of them can only have 10% of the original power.
But even 10% of the power is enough to kill the early Yuheng or even stronger creatures.
For the weak Tu clan, having such a volume of decrees to guard them might come in handy when encountering difficulties in the future.
Tu'er looked at the decree in Fang Ling's hand and did not dare to accept it. He quickly said: "My Tu clan owes you a huge favor, and I really can't bear to accept it..."
Fang Ling said calmly: "I rarely give things to others."
After Tu'er heard this, he quickly accepted the decree for fear of offending Fang Ling.
After a simple goodbye, the two parted ways, and Tuer set out on his way home.
Fang Ling walked through the large gathering of the Lan clan and found everything quite strange.
The items sold at these street stalls are not common in Nanyang and other places, and are specialties of Miao territory.
If he had time, he would stroll around more, but now he wanted to finish his business first.
The environment of the Lan tribe is not much different from that of the Tu tribe. There are also low thatched houses or bamboo houses everywhere.
However, the size of the two is vastly different. He roughly estimated that the area of the Lan tribe was 10,000 times that of the Tu tribe.
Moreover, the Lan tribe is located on a plain, and all the houses are connected together to form a huge settlement group.
It is completely impossible for a settlement of this size to exist in Nanyang or the Blood Depression.
This Lan tribe is equivalent to a large city with a population of several hundred million.
Fang Ling walked up the market and finally stopped in front of an altar.
The Lan tribe is so large that there are no less than a thousand small altars like this in the tribe.
The witch guards of the Lan tribe are usually stationed near various altars.
Fang Ling's clothes showed that he was not from Miaojiang, so he immediately attracted the attention of the nearby witch guards.
"Stranger, what's the matter with you?" a bearded man stepped forward and asked.
Fang Ling: "I have something to do and want to see the priest or elder of your tribe."
The man frowned and looked Fang Ling up and down carefully.
Although he couldn't sense Fang Ling's cultivation level, his intuition told him that Fang Ling was extraordinary.
An ordinary person would never have such grace and grace.
"Are you sure you have something to do with the elders and priests of our tribe?" He asked again.
"Their time is very precious. If they are used as entertainment by you, you will definitely suffer a loss."
"It's okay if you die, but our tribe is full of torture!"
Fang Ling nodded, confirming.
"Come with me! I'm afraid you don't dare to joke with your own life," the man said.
He explained a few words to the other witch guards here, and then set off with Fang Ling.
In the Miao territory, the two largest tribes are the Lan clan and the Chuan clan.
These two tribes have such deep foundations that even the first-rate forces in the region such as the Daqian Dynasty and Tianyin Pavilion do not dare to offend them easily.
Fang Ling also felt it deeply at this moment. He sensed many powerful auras.
There are seven Yaoguang realm masters that he has sensed!
Moreover, the combat power of Yaoguang realm witch cultivators is generally stronger than that of monks in the same realm, making them more difficult to deal with.
Even if he can kill him, he still has to shed a layer of skin.
A quarter of an hour later, Fang Ling followed the witch guard and came to a bamboo house.
"I would like to inform you, Elder Lan Chang, that there is a stranger here who wants to see you for something!" the witch guard said respectfully.
A gentle voice came from the room: "Let him come in!"
"Go!" Wu Wei glanced at Fang Ling next to him and winked at him.
After Fang Ling entered, he met the ninth elder of the Lan tribe.
He was very strange. His clothes and appearance didn't look like a Miao person at all.
On the contrary, it is somewhat similar to Fang Ling, and the decoration in the house reveals the cultural charm of the northern dynasty.
His realm is not low, it is the Great Perfection of Kaiyang Realm, and it is only one step away from Yaoguang Realm.
"I am Lansheng, the ninth elder of the Lan clan. Who are you? Do you want to join my Lan clan?" he asked.
Fang Ling said calmly: "Ling below, coming from the north, wants to make a deal with you."
"I have a death spell in my body. I heard that someone in your tribe knows the death spell, so I came here."
"Oh?" Lan Sheng was very surprised when he heard this and observed Fang Ling carefully.
"No, I can't sense the power of the spell from you at all, you're lying!" His face immediately darkened.
Fang Ling: "The Death Curse tortures people into unbearable pain, so before coming here, my master helped me to block it first, so you can't feel it."
"Haha, who is your master? It's a joke that he can even ban the death curse!" Lan Sheng laughed.
Fang Ling's face darkened and his eyes narrowed: "Sir, don't make fun of my master, I am serious."
Lan Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then started laughing.
"Except for witch cultivators, other monks in this world have absolutely no way to deal with witchcraft."
"Is it possible that your master is a supreme immortal? Or a supreme immortal?"
"From what I've seen, your bone age is only in your early twenties. You have quite a temper at such a young age!"
Fang Ling immediately turned around and left, leaving only one sentence: "I'll come back next time..."
It's hard to talk now, so forget it.
Anyway, the death curse has been banned by the Grand Master for a hundred thousand years, so it won't be too late for him to come back in a few years.
But by that time, the Lan tribe has no qualifications to make demands and can only obey.
Lan Sheng looked at Fang Ling's leaving figure, his face uncertain.
Fang Ling's words and actions were too strange, giving him an unknown premonition.
It seemed that if I let him leave like this, I would definitely regret it in the future.
He always trusted his intuition and quickly stopped him: "Wait a minute!"
"The visitor is a guest. I was indeed rude just now, so I hope you will."
"I will take you to see our high priest right now."
"In our Lan tribe, only the high priest can cast rebirth spells. You can talk to her yourself."
When Fang Ling heard this, he stopped and said, "Then it will be hard work!"