Even loud noises are difficult to penetrate the fog.
The atmosphere of the barbarian tribe is solemn.
A group of barbarians gathered together, and the most powerful warriors left the tribe to expel outsiders, leaving only women, children and elderly people.
But even women, children and the elderly also have fierceness that ordinary people cannot match, as if a group of ferocious beasts are gathering, and their eyes are full of ferocious intentions.
These barbarians seem to be much stronger than normal barbarians.
But the three foreign monks seemed to carelessly, who were as fierce as fire, in front of them.
Their aura is very powerful.
It is absolutely standing in the peak of the fusion.
Moreover, the lingering roads on their bodies are tightly matched and secretly matched Wuji, which is obviously not an ordinary person.
"As the ancestor said, as long as you abandon your doubts and move forward without hesitation, you will walk to the barbarian tribe." The man in purple said slowly.
He was covered with purple aura, majestic and powerful, with a kind of majesty of the Supreme One. Standing quietly could suppress the fierce intentions of the barbarians.
The other two.
One person wore a gray Taoist robe and did not cause dust.
A person's body is as transparent as liquid, unable to see his true body clearly, floating in the air is like a ghost, not sure if it is a special spiritual race, or if he has practiced some amazing skill.
One of the oldest barbarians among the barbarians stood up, with long gray beards. Although they were old, they were no longer as brave as their prime, but their eyes were superb and fierce.
He raised his head angrily, and spoke indefinitely.
But looking at his expression, he should be scolding the three outsiders in front of him.
The man in purple spoke coldly: "Tell us the real road to the Xianwu Forest, otherwise you will let your tribe flow into a river today."
This is their real purpose to come here.
It is difficult to find a way to truly enter the Immortal Mist Forest in the fog.
The time for the Immortal Mist Forest to "open" is too short and it must be raced against time.
So it is the best choice to let these sages be guides.
After all, they are considered natives.
At least it is better to communicate than those Zergs.
However, the barbarians seemed to have no idea at all, but scolded loudly and said many obscure sentences, but their tone was very rapid and harsh.
Obviously, the barbarians do not welcome outsiders.
The man in purple frowned slightly: "What are these barbarians talking about?"
"It seems that the language is not clear. The barbarians were originally branches of the human race, but now they have degenerated so much that they even forgot the human language. It's so sad." The gray-clothed Taoist robe shook his head.
"Lan Xi, can you understand what they are talking about?"
Hearing this question, the outsider with a transparent body seemed to have fallen into some perception, and a faint blue ripples appeared on his body.
After a moment, the transparent body whispered: "No, these people don't know how to practice at all, they are just strengthened by the power of the Immortal Mist Forest. They are essentially mortals, so we can't even communicate through our spiritual consciousness."
If the other party is a monk, even if the language is not clear, you can communicate through your spiritual consciousness to understand each other's meaning.
In fact, in most cases, humans and demons communicate in this way.
Only a few demons will learn the human language.
But this move cannot communicate with the barbarians.
The monk with a transparent body is named Lan Xi. He is a spiritual clan, but he has been in the human clan for a long time and has almost no difference from a normal human clan.
His talent allows him to better communicate with creatures of different races.
But the current situation has made him difficult.
Lan Xi whispered: "And it's not their language that has deteriorated. Many of the words they say are quite old, although I don't understand what it means."
"What do you mean is that our language has degenerated?" The man in purple frowned.
"No, it's not degradation, it's simplified. And their language is complex and ancient, and it's several times more complex than that of current languages."
The old Taoist of Gray Robe interrupted the conversation: "This is not something we should explore now."
"Sorry, I'm very interested in these things. When this matter is over, I hope I can take away a few barbarians for research."
"Of course you can do whatever you want. The problem now is..." The man in purple said impatiently: "We can't learn from them the real location of the Immortal Mist Forest, and we are trapped in the fog.
Zu said that we only have seven days at most, but now we have not gained anything. Even if we kill these stupid barbarians, it will not help our situation at all."
"No, it's still helpful." Lan Xi said lightly.
The two looked at him.
Lan Xi said: "Although the language is not clear, you can search the soul. However, if you want to obtain enough complete and detailed memories, you may have to kill a few more."
The soul search method itself is a magic that is difficult to control.
If you are not careful, you may destroy the soul of the soul being searched.
And it is difficult to get the complete memory required.
But this problem is not a problem at this moment. There are many barbarians. Even if a soul cannot be searched, you can have another one.
"It makes sense." A hint of joy appeared on the face of the man in purple. Then he grabbed a middle-aged man directly from the air.
The barbarians were shocked to see this.
They roared angrily, holding all kinds of heavy weapons and trying to hit them.
Even the aura of the peak fusion monks did not make them feel a little afraid.
"Mountain Talisman." The old Taoist in gray threw out a wrinkled talisman paper, and then a thousand pounds of force fell down, suppressing the barbarians tightly.
These barbarians seemed to be carrying mountains on their backs, lying on the ground with difficulty, still cursing angryly.
The man in purple threw the captured middle-aged barbarian in front of the old Taoist in gray: "Come on, I'll leave it to you."
The middle-aged barbarian struggled violently, his muscles swelled and his whole body turned red, as if he had turned into a ferocious beast, which seemed to be extremely oppressive.
But even so, I can't break free from control at all.
He stared at him, cursing constantly, without any compromise or begging for mercy.
Lan Xi stretched out her palm without hesitation, and a faint blue light directly passed through the middle-aged barbarian's head. The middle-aged barbarian's body shook, and then the light in his eyes slowly disappeared.
He threw away the body casually and pondered for a while: "It's not enough."
"Don't worry, it's very enough." The man in purple started to grab a barbarian again without hesitation.
The angry roar of the barbarians shook the earth.
The entire tribe seemed to be about to be blown away.
But he couldn't do anything to a small mountain talisman.
They were suppressed, like lambs to be slaughtered, and they could only regain their freedom until these outsiders "eat enough".
One after another, the souls of the barbarians were destroyed and then died.
There was no mercy on the faces of the three.
Suddenly, a roar of energy came from the fog outside the tribe, and a barbarian more than three meters high as a small giant rushed out, causing the air waves to stir up fog and gravel.
"Hey, there are such a powerful barbarians?" Lan Xi was surprised.
The old Taoist of Gray Robe said, "It seems that he is an elite barbarian warrior. He has obtained a lot of strengthening from the Immortal Fog Forest and has the power to absolutely crush mortals."
Their tone is plain.
Because no matter how powerful the person in front of you is.
In their eyes, there is no difference between them and ants.