At the moment when Zhuo Wen's eyes were filled with surprise, screams of exclamation suddenly came from the surroundings, and soon Zhuo Wen saw many figures flashing around him. The shadows were longing and looked quite strange.
What surprised Zhuo Wen even more was that these flickering figures did not have any aura of holy power on them, as if they were just ordinary people.
The moment Zhuo Wen revealed the First Yang Dao Sword and the Ninth Yang Dao Sword, the surrounding figures all showed fear, and immediately they all dispersed and fled deep into the dense forest.
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, and instantly rushed to the nearest person. With a touch of his right hand, holy power surged out, and the person was imprisoned here.
Zhuo Wen looked up and down at the person in front of him and found that this person was dressed in a very strange attire, wearing animal skin clothes with green patterns painted on his body.
The moment he was imprisoned in place by Zhuo Wen, the man's eyes showed fear, his lips moved and he spoke strange words, which made Zhuo Wen frown slightly. He didn't understand the language spoken by this man at all.
"The ancient language?"
Suddenly, Xiao Hei, who was hidden in the sea of consciousness, suddenly turned into a black light and flew to Zhuo Wen's shoulder, staring at the animal skin man in front of him in surprise.
"What is he talking about? And is the Ancient Language a language from ancient times?"
Zhuo Wen looked surprised, and immediately stared at Xiao Hei on his shoulder and asked in surprise.
Xiao Hei nodded repeatedly and said: "This person is just begging for mercy. But what I am surprised about is how this person can learn the ancient language. Generally speaking, after the catastrophe in the ancient times, only some people who knew the ancient language survived.
Except for the old monster, few people understand it now."
"Furthermore, the person in front of me has no aura of holy power on him. He is obviously a warrior who has not become a saint, and the aura on his body is even weaker. It is really incredible that such an ordinary existence can understand the ancient language." Xiao Hei frowned slightly.
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Perhaps feeling the surprise in Zhuo Wen's eyes, Xiao Hei waved his little paw, and a jet of black light suddenly shot out and disappeared into the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.
"This is the basic grammar of the Ancient Language. You should be able to understand the Ancient Language after learning it." Xiao Hei said calmly.
Zhuo Wen briefly browsed the grammar of the Ancient Language passed down by Fan Xiaohei. With his current realm and cultivation level, he was able to master most of the grammar of the Ancient Language.
Zhuo Wen could barely understand the words of the animal skin man in front of him.
"Where is this?" Zhuo Wen asked in ancient language a little awkwardly.
The man in animal skin stared at Zhuo Wen in fear and said: "Huan Shen... Are you a Huan God? Please don't kill me..."
As he spoke, the man in animal skin immediately knelt on the ground, shivering, and finally murmured the name of the Phantom God.
Staring at the performance of the beast-skin man in front of him, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. He had no impression of the phantom god mentioned by the beast-skin man, and he had no idea what it meant.
"I won't kill you, but tell me where this place is?" Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered and he asked calmly.
The animal-skin man looked at Zhuo Wen secretly. After discovering that Zhuo Wen did not intend to kill him, the fear in his heart faded a lot, but at the same time he felt quite doubtful about Zhuo Wen's question.
However, in order not to anger the 'phantom god' he was talking about in front of him, he naturally answered honestly: "The villain is a member of the Qintian tribe among the three major tribes..."
Following the description of the man in the animal skin, Zhuo Wen had a general understanding of the situation here. There were three tribes here, each with thousands of people. The three tribes acted as checks and balances on each other.
What's more important is that although these three tribes check and balance each other, each tribe has a mission in their hearts, which is to protect the sacrificial tower at the center of the three tribes.
This sacrificial tower is said to be an ancestral treasure passed down by their ancestors and needs to be protected by their people from generation to generation.
As for where exactly this place is, the man in animal skin himself can't tell clearly, but Zhuo Wen knows that this place is definitely not Middle Earth. As for where it is, he can't tell.
"Although the person in front of me has no aura of holy power, his physical body is quite powerful, and his physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary warriors."
Zhuo Wen secretly thought in his mind that he had developed a strong interest in this place, and what happened to the teleportation array back then? How could he be teleported here? What is this place?
"Take me to your tribe." Zhuo Wen said indifferently.
The animal-skin man's pupils shrank and his lips trembled slightly as he said, "Our tribe does not allow phantom gods to enter. If you go to the tribe, we will all be killed by the tribe's people."
Zhuo Wen stared at the man in animal skin coldly and said coldly: "If you don't want to die now, then take me there."
The animal skin man's heart trembled, but he finally said bravely: "No, the tribe will never allow the phantom god to enter. Once the phantom god sneaks into the tribe, it will cause huge disasters. Although I am afraid of death, I will not go.
Harm the tribe."
Zhuo Wen showed an impatient look. He knew that the animal-skin man in front of him would not speak, so he simply clasped his right hand on his Tianling point. Suddenly, the man's memory was clearly visible in front of Zhuo Wen's eyes.
"It turns out that the Qintian tribe is not far from here."
With that said, Zhuo Wen raised his right hand and took the man in animal skin into his hand, and like a gust of wind, he disappeared with the man in animal skin.
Dozens of miles away from the dense forest, there is a large tribe. In the tribe, tile houses are piled up, and there is an endless stream of tribesmen.
In a high tower in the tribe, an old man stood up slowly, with a solemn look in his eyes. He looked at the people kneeling in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Is what you said true? Humanoid
The phantom god appears again?"
If Zhuo Wen were here, he would definitely be able to recognize the people kneeling in front of the old man as the leaders of the group of people who attacked him before.
At this moment, a sturdy young man raised his head and said in fear: "It's absolutely true, the stone spears thrown by nearly a hundred of us did not pose any threat to this person at all. Apart from the phantom god, I really can't think of anyone else."
Who has such great power?"
The old man frowned slightly and said: "According to calculations, the phantom god should have appeared, but what I didn't expect was that a humanoid phantom god appeared this time. This is definitely a disaster that our three major tribes need to be careful about. I must inform other
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"And our Qintian tribe has set up the highest alert, and activated the God-locking formation arranged by our ancestors. With the God-locking formation existing, the phantom god cannot enter at all."
Several people kneeling on the ground bowed in a distance, and then slowly stepped back, while the old man took out a crystal clear spar and recited a gray ancient language, as if conveying some kind of message.
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After a while, the entire Qintian tribe resounded with loud trumpet sounds, and the originally peaceful tribe was completely broken.
All the people in the tribe looked panicked. Among them, the old, weak, women and children hid in their homes, while the strong young men took out the sharp stone tools at home and gathered in the square of the tribe.
The blowing of the horn means that the tribe is in dire straits and the situation has reached an extremely critical level.
At the same time, a huge phantom of a bloody alien beast appeared in the sky several miles away from the tribe. The phantom of the bloody alien beast looked up to the sky and roared before suddenly collapsing into countless rivers of blood.
The terrifying blood river turned into a bloody barrier, enveloping the entire Qintian tribe.
"God Locking Formation? What happened to the tribe?"
Within the tribe, many tribesmen looked at the river of blood covering the sky, with fear and solemn expressions in their eyes.
Generally speaking, blowing the horn indicates that something important is about to happen, and putting out the God Lock Formation already means that the tribe has reached a moment of life and death.
"Everyone, cheer up, the humanoid phantom god has appeared. We cannot let such phantom gods break into the tribe this time, otherwise it will bring huge disasters to our tribe." A strong man shouted loudly.
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Immediately, there was a large-scale commotion around. Many ethnic groups were at a loss and looked frightened. Many ethnic groups were even trembling all over, with no color on their faces.
But more of the tribesmen showed perseverance and vowed to defend the survival of the tribe to the death.
Whoosh!
Not long after the Qintian tribe set up the God-Locking Formation, a long rainbow flashed over and stopped several hundred meters outside the tribe.
Zhuo Wen was holding the animal skin man in his hand, his eyes fell on the God Locking Formation in front of him, and he looked surprised.
Zhuo Wen is very familiar with the aura on this God-locking formation, and what circulates on it is the texture of the ancient prohibition.
When Zhuo Wen flew over the God Locking Formation, countless people in the tribe naturally noticed Zhuo Wen, and immediately they all looked panicked.
"The phantom god in human form is really the phantom god in human form..."
The panic continued, and even made a fuss. However, when a white-haired old man walked out of the tower step by step, the noise outside suddenly quieted down.
"Don't panic, everyone. With the existence of the God Locking Formation, even the phantom gods in human form cannot cause any trouble." The old man said calmly.
The old man's words immediately calmed the panic in the hearts of many people.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly and said calmly: "I think you have misunderstood. I am not the humanoid phantom god you call me, but a passer-by who accidentally entered this place. As long as you can tell me how to leave this place, I will never embarrass you."
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The old man said coldly: "I have to say that the lie you made up is really clumsy. Do you think this lie will allow us to let you enter the ancestral land? That is absolutely impossible."
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly. From the few words of the old man, he could sense that this so-called ancestral land was probably the key to entering and exiting the outside world.
However, everyone in the Qintian tribe recognized him as a humanoid phantom god. He knew that if he didn't use thunder methods, he might not be able to explain clearly to these people.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen stopped talking nonsense. With a squeeze of his right hand, he immediately used the Devouring Curse to create complex shadows of curse seals. These curse seals were scattered all over the sky and attached to the surface of the God Locking Formation. Suddenly, the God Locking Formation was formed.