The desolate tribe? The wandering tribe? Can they still attack the way of heaven?
"Tell me more carefully." Xue Wusuan was very interested. He even instinctively felt that this was the cave that the Desolate tribe had built in Fenjiang Ridge.
Immediately, Tiandao continued: "A long time ago, when this plane began to give birth to living beings, those desolate tribes came. There were not many of them, less than three hundred in total. At that time, they lived together in the Fenjiang you mentioned.
Around the ridge. That cave was their residence at that time.
Later, these desert tribesmen who had escaped were hunted down and found, so a big battle broke out, almost destroying the plane that was just beginning to be full of life. I also lost a lot of numerology records because of the impact, and the injuries lasted for a long time.
Hold it back."
Xue Wusuan interjected: "Wait a minute, are you saying that the desolate tribe who built the cave in Fenjiang Ridge as early as the beginning of the emergence of creatures in this dimension were fleeing? The enemies who later pursued them resisted.
It took a big battle to get you injured? Who is chasing them? What kind of existence is the Desolate Tribe?"
"I can't explain clearly the existence of the Desolate Clan, and I don't know much about it. They only lived here temporarily. All I know is what they said or experienced during this period. They are not much different from ordinary monks. The only difference is
The only thing is that they not only absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, but also the inert energy in the plane. They are very similar to you.
And those people who are chasing and killing these Desolate people who are temporarily living in this plane are actually Desolate people, and they are here to hunt down the rebellious people. Therefore, the situation of the Desolate people who temporarily stayed in this plane a step ago is now clear."
The inert energy in Tiandao's mouth refers to the six-color energy, which is the demonic element.
Such words made Xue Wusuan's heart skip a beat. The Huang tribe could actually absorb demonic energy like him and absorb the energy of heaven and earth at the same time?! This seemed to be very similar to his Yama body! At least it was indeed able to absorb energy.
So. On the other hand, these desolate tribes are actually traitors of the ethnic group and are being hunted? Their strength must be very terrifying, otherwise the aftermath of the war can severely damage the way of heaven?
"That's all? Do you know why those desolate tribesmen who are being hunted are being hunted?"
Tiandao seemed to be remembering, and was silent for a long time before saying: "I won't know the details, but I vaguely remember that when they were in the war, the Desolate tribe was questioning those who fled here, asking them where they hid their people, just say
If you come out, you will avoid death. However, there was no response to this question."
"What's the final result?" Xue Wusuan's heart felt inexplicably tense.
"I don't know. When the desolate tribesmen who fled here saw the pursuit coming, they resisted while destroying the cave and the items in the cave, breaking through the plane barrier and escaping far away."
Xue Wusuan withdrew from the connection with the will of heaven. He was silent for a long time. Xue Wusuan now understood that his previous hunch was not wrong. The incident caused by the jade slip really had a lot to do with him, and it really went far beyond that.
It was so simple for Rong Ziju and the others to find out. Now, an absolutely powerful ethnic group has been involved: the Huang tribe. And the people of this tribe are actually the same as his Yama body. Not only can they absorb the energy of heaven and earth, but they can also absorb demonic energy.
There seemed to be a lot of clues one by one, but when they were gathered together, Xue Wusuan was unable to integrate them to form a complete chain of events, and there were still many missing links in the middle. This was very uncomfortable.
Xue Wusuan shook his head and lit a cigarette. While he was calculating, Xue Wusuan moved to a deep mountain and old forest in this plane. Not far in front of him was a very primitive small tribe. It seemed that
Isolated from the outside world.
In the mind's eye, the population of this tribe is small, no more than 500 in total. But the 500 residents are not simple, they are all monks, and even now they are all monks and have not converted into demonic cultivation.
Because there was an extremely clever formation outside the place where they lived, hiding it from the vampires and all the evil spies who were searching for the monks everywhere.
But of course, Xue Wusuan couldn't be hidden here. He came here to find someone. A monk who entered the cave of the Desolate tribe with Li Feng and got a lot of opportunities. This man who has survived to this day is also here at this time.
Hidden in small tribes.
"Bararu."
Xue Wusuan walked slowly towards the tribe. Along the way, people here looked at them with vigilance and threats as if facing a powerful enemy, but they did not dare to approach rashly. They instinctively felt a strong evil spirit and crisis.
This outsider appeared on him.
Banlu is the person Xue Wusuan is looking for, and the indigenous people here call Banlu "Shenlu" and worship Shenlu. Shenlu protects this tribe and gives them the means to practice.
Xue Wusuan's spiritual thoughts vibrated like waves, not only shaking the surrounding tribesmen and natives so that their souls trembled and they fell to the ground, but also directly destroyed dozens of defensive formations, falling directly on the ground.
The person his spiritual thoughts were focused on was hidden deep underground in the tribe.
This is the majestic aura of Wu Dao Yama. Xue Wusuan's control of this plane has ended. Sporadic battles do not affect Xue Wusuan's control over the creatures here. The only thing missing is these cultivation skills.
The monks are sophisticated but not as good as the Wu Dao system. That's why the array of Yin soldiers surround and suppress them everywhere.
Not long after, a thin, middle-aged monk appeared in front of Xue Wusuan, it was Banlu.
"Sir, what is the purpose of coming here, why..."
Before he finished speaking, Xue Wusuan had no patience to argue with him, and directly suppressed him with pressure one after another. These pressures came from his own body and from the pressure of his condensed substitute. He only mobilized tens of thousands of people.
The substitute's pressure and blessing alone had already pinned Mera to the ground, unable to move at all.
"Hand over all the things you got from the cave ruins in Fenjiang Ridge, and then seek refuge with the nearest demon cultivator and transform from Tao to demon. Do you understand me?"
There was no room for resistance in Balu. Unless he was willing to be crushed to pieces by the overwhelming pressure at this moment, he would have no choice.
"Yes, yes..." he said with difficulty. At the same time, he also understood that the mysterious person he was facing now should be a high-ranking member of the demon cultivator who now rules most of the planes. This pressure alone
This is the only strength that Madara has seen in his life. Besides, the other party comes directly here, tells his name and points out what he wants to take away, how can he leave room for argument?
Later, after Banlu felt that the suppression on his body was dissipated, he crawled back to his practice place below, brought out a Sumeru mustard seed, and presented it to Xue Wusuan respectfully. It was filled with pottery.
It was all the things he got from the ancient ruins in Fenjiang Ridge. Even the two magical weapons that he had always believed he relied on the most did not dare to hide them, so he put them into the ring and handed them over.
After Xue Wusuan took the ring, he rummaged through it, picked out a few things he needed, and threw the rest back to Banlu. He said, "If you are still practicing Taoism within three days, I will have to destroy you."
That’s all, let’s take care of ourselves.” After saying that, he disappeared from the small tribe.