"Thanks to the protection of the Danshan clan, my clan was able to establish a foothold in the Xianbei Mountains. Respect the elder!"
In the meeting hall of the Danshan Clan in Heilongling, strong men from all ethnic groups exchanged cups and exchanged glasses, and it was very lively. One of the strong men from the foreign race suddenly stood up, with a roar like thunder, and raised the wine jar high and shouted.
"Clan Chief Heilu is so polite. We all have roots in the Xianbei Mountains. This is fate. We should help each other!"
Song Pu stroked his beard and nodded, and stood up with a smile. Although he said this, he drank the wine in one gulp.
"The great elder is massive!"
The leader of the Black Deer clan downed a jar of wine, wiped his mouth vigorously, and sat down with a smile.
Some people took the lead, and the rest were not far behind. Anyway, it is not surprising that there are many people, and the human race prefers this. One by one, the strong foreigners who followed the local customs, spoke indifferent words of praise, and toasted to Songpu and other Danshan clan elders.
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Song Pu refused to refuse anyone who came, and responded to everyone one by one. Sometimes he tried to say a few words, and sometimes he laughed and talked about anecdotes from his early years. With his black face like an old farmer, everyone felt quite useful, and even the small clan members felt flattered. After all, this was
A half-saint.
Moreover, he was the previous leader of the Danshan clan who was extremely majestic in the Daxianbei Mountains. When he passed his birthday, he would even send dragon envoys to the East China Sea and the North Sea to deliver birthday gifts as a sign of friendship.
Although it was for the sake of all the temples, a semi-saint with such a background shows that he carries a lot of weight!
"Huh? What's going on?"
A foreign pig-faced strongman finished his toast and was about to sit down when suddenly there was a vague crackling sound in his arms. The smell of alcohol flashed on his face. He stared at his eyes and reached out for a bone jade plaque. He looked at it.
With the extra cracks on it, the drunkenness in his eyes disappeared instantly, and he frowned and said, "What the hell did this brat do to die in the Holy Land?"
"Haha, your son is not stupid enough to jump into the mountain mist, right? Has such a situation ever happened in the Danshan Clan's holy land?"
A strong foreigner who had some trouble dealing with him mocked.
"you……"
The pig-faced man was very angry. He was about to argue with him when he suddenly saw his smile freeze. He took out a broken bone jade pendant in astonishment and laughed loudly, "Haha, you still..."
But before he finished speaking, he stopped laughing because there was another faint cracking sound in his arms. When he took a look out of his arms, his eyes almost turned red.
This treasure is not something else. It was refined from the umbilical cord blood when the children of the family were born. The emperor personally took action and blended it into it. It has the same function as the human soul lamp and can be used to test the life and death of the clan.
Originally, there was no need for such things in this trip. After all, there has never been a death in the Holy Land. At most, it was just exhaustion. However, as the leader of the clan, he keeps these things personally and is consistent with the habit of placing them in the ancestral hall of the human race.
different.
"What's going on?"
Before they could regain their senses, there was a continuous crackling sound, and various unknown treasures similar to soul lamps were scattered and shattered. The strong men of all races had long lost the excitement and ease of participating in this matter.
, from the initial shock, to stunned, and then to rage.
However, more than a hundred soul treasures were damaged in succession, making them feel as if they were bereaved, and they became even more angry and distressed.
Although he is not the most valued elite disciple in the clan, he spent a lot of money to cultivate him, otherwise he would not have been brought here, which shows that his potential is extremely extraordinary, and at least he has the appearance of an emperor.
But now, he died so mysteriously, and in the extremely arranged Danshan Holy Land.
In the past, I had never thought of this kind of thing. After all, there are records from all ethnic groups, including older ones and even early participants.
"Great Elder?"
An old man from the Danshan tribe looked extremely ugly.
According to the records of the clan many years ago, apart from the few initial uses due to unfamiliarity, there have been several small casualties, only three or five people at most, but now there are dozens or even hundreds.
Looking at this situation, it continues to increase, as if someone is deliberately killing the elites of all ethnic groups. No matter how hard you think about it, you can't figure out who has this ability and such courage. Isn't it afraid that the entire Xianbei Mountains will attack?
"wait!"
Songpu's eyes twitched and he slowly uttered one word.
But he was equal. Those strong men from various tribes who had killed their elite disciples one by one did not want to wait. If it were not for the fact that only the last demon prince among the tribe died, they would have been unable to sit still for a long time. But now he also wants to know what is going on.
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"Great Elder, who dares to commit murder in the Holy Land?"
A strong foreigner suppressed his anger and rushed up to ask with his hands raised.
Although the others did not speak, their eyes all fell on Song Pu, and their meaning was self-evident.
"Everyone also knows that even our clan cannot detect the situation in the Holy Land. We can only squeeze everyone out after the energy is exhausted. As for who is so bold, I don't know clearly. Maybe it's just an accident.
Maybe, please be patient and calm."
Song Pu is not sick and does not follow the road.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Although they knew this was just an excuse, they were frightened by the power of the Danshan clan and did not dare to push too hard. They had no choice but to bite the bullet and wait. After all, there were no casualties now.
Snap!
A strong foreigner stared at the bone jade pendant with dissatisfied cracks in his hand. The obscure fluctuations of soul power and consciousness spread out, his hands trembled slightly, and the eyes of the copper bell ring were densely covered with bloodshot eyes, bulging outwards, as if they were about to pop out.
It was the life tablet of his only son that he was proud of, but now it is broken, which only means that his son has died.
In the same situation, there were several strong men of various races, all of whom looked extremely ugly.
"My son!"
Suddenly, there was a shrill roar, and a strong alien man with a deer's head on his head was seen. It was the Black Deer. His eyes were red and he was holding a broken fang. His majestic mountain-like body was slightly bumpy and staggering.
Almost fell.
In the first row of seats, except for Song Pu, the eldest elder, the rest of the Danshan clan elders could not sit still for a long time. They were all fidgeting and rubbing their hands, their eyes evasive, and they looked worried.
This is Heilu, from the Lushan tribe. Although he is ranked below the Danshan clan, his power is also a first-rate power in the Xianbei Mountains. Among those who have come, his son is not weak, even if he is not top-notch.
Just die.
It also means that among the eighteen bends of the winding mountain, the most elite disciples of each race have suffered casualties!
"Great Elder, my son must not die in an unknown way. The beast must pay with blood!"
The black deer panted like a cow.
"Brother Heilu, don't worry. You and I have always been on good terms with each other. Your son died inexplicably in the Holy Land. This clan does have the responsibility to give you an explanation!"
Songpu expressed his stance sternly, and said after a while, "It's just that since the Holy Land has been opened, outsiders can't interfere unless the power is exhausted, so everyone please be calm and don't make random guesses. Just wait for the people inside to come out, and everything will be revealed to the truth."
Dabai.”
Everyone looked at each other and had no choice but to suppress their anxiety, but their hearts were extremely anxious, because they found that the dead were all elites of various tribes, including almost all the tribes who came here.
About two hours later, when a large number of the third wave of life tablets shattered, indicating that death had come again, all races began to become anxious again.
Although Songpu used the same reason to suppress this wave of riots, any fool could see that if a reasonable explanation was not given, the Danshan clan would be in big trouble this time.
In particular, no one in the death quota is from the Danshan tribe!
If someone is provocative, I am afraid that the good situation of the Danshan clan in the Xianbei Mountains will never return.
Even if the murderer is finally solved, it is easy to sow the seeds of hatred. After all, suspicion only needs one reason!
"Great Elder, we can't wait any longer. If this continues, all the elites from all the tribes who have arrived this time will be lost, and we can't bear it!"
An elder from Danshan said in a worried voice.
Several elders secretly communicated, but could not come up with a charter, because there were already dozens of strong men from various tribes who were friends with them, asking them what was going on. If it were delayed any longer, it might cause trouble.
"Great Elder, I remember that there were chaos in the Holy Land in the early years, which almost caused a catastrophe. Thanks to the Danshan clan, regardless of the cost, they forcibly closed the eighteen bends of Panshan Mountain in advance, so that all clans avoided losses!"
An old man with two horns on his head, like a goat, stood up slowly and bowed his head straight to the end. "If this situation continues, the tribes really cannot afford to lose a generation of young elites!"
"Please also ask the Great Elder, for the sake of our shared weal and woe with the Danshan Clan, to stop the Eighteen Bends of Panshan Mountain!"
After finishing speaking, the old Yangman leaned over.
"Please also ask the Great Elder, for the sake of our shared weal and woe with the Danshan Clan, to stop the Eighteen Bends of Panshan Mountain!"
Most of the powerful men from various races who were originally watching were unable to hold back any longer when they saw more than a dozen major forces taking the lead, and they all leaned over to pay their respects.
"you……"
Song Pu's old face was as dark as a pot, and the veins on the back of his right hand popped out, almost crushing the armrest, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know the consequences of closing the Eighteen Bends of Panshan Mountain?"
Everyone pretends to be deaf and dumb, pretending not to know, but in fact they are clear in their hearts.
The giant shadow that appeared above the Great Xianbei Mountain before was undoubtedly the one from the legend. The Holy Land of Wangwu was originally the ancestral land of the family, and even though the Danshan clan had occupied it for countless years, they still could not fully grasp it.
If you want to close it without any loss, you have to ask this person to take action, but can you do it?
And those who really know the inside story are even more worried, because the Danshan clan obviously has a bet with that person. Even if they are willing to pay the price and force closure, will that person be willing to obey?
Maybe that person is waiting for Songpu to deliver it to his door.
Even if it is said that Wu Ming was responsible for the massacre, some people still have to believe it!
"Everyone, be patient for a moment. I'll go and ask His Majesty Zhu Sheng for instructions later!"
After thinking about it for a long time, Song Pu felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and finally couldn't stand the pressure and got up and left.
Everyone agreed, and no one dared to do anything to the Holy King, as long as there was an acceptable result.
Several elders of the Danshan tribe no longer had the same high profile as before, and they all walked down from the seats to persuade them to drink. However, several of their own elites had died, so how could they still be in the mood to drink?
The atmosphere in the palace was so awkward that it made people’s hair stand up. The warm atmosphere before was no longer the same! (To be continued)