"Ancestor, what?" Fang Ran looked confused.

It's just a matter of pointing to the snake as a dragon, you are a patriarch, and just now you still showed some majesty, and now you are so frightened that you take a step back, and then you remember to help people up first.

When he grabbed Yan Jiuweng's arm, Fang Ran found that the patriarch's body was trembling, and he could see that his mood was really agitated to the extreme, not exaggerated, let alone cowardly.

As the patriarch of Yan Jiuweng knelt down in front of the whiteboard, the remaining twenty-four Black Stone Warriors also knelt on the ground in a hurry, praising the word "Ancestral Dragon" in their mouths again and again, and they were respectful.

The tabula rasa himself was taken aback by this formation, maintaining a posture of looking up to the sky and roaring, his huge mouth half open, half of his tongue drooping down from the corner of his mouth, a large drop of saliva was about to fall, and his eyes glanced down at the group of people kneeling on the ground. For a while, it didn't know whether to continue to maintain this majestic posture, or quickly retract and clamp its tail tightly to be a snake.

For no other reason, Xiao Yan was picking open the slit of Fang Ran's hair, staring at the whiteboard with a murderous expression, and a furious thought clearly spread to the whiteboard's brain, and also echoed in Fang Ran's soul.

"You dare to steal your boss's limelight? When I go back, I will pick your skin, tear up your bones, and open meat for the people of the Chamber of Commerce!"

Fang Ran laughed dumbly when he heard this, but he couldn't find fault with it. Who called Xiao Yan that he was a real real dragon? The Black Stone Department worshiped the dragon and worshiped the white jade spirit python, Xiao Yan knew that Fang Ran would definitely not let it spread his temper on these people in the Black Stone Department, so the white board was naturally responsible for carrying this pot.

The tabula rasa follows Xiao Hao diligently and diligently as a subordinate, and he can't find anything wrong with Xiao Hao being the boss of the tabula rasa.

Fang Ran sent a divine thought: "Don't make trouble. Whiteboard, you keep it like this for now...... Well, a little more powerful, a little more domineering!"

With Fang Ran's support, the whiteboard has a lot of confidence. As soon as Fang Ran's voice fell, Xiao Ran sent out a sad thought: "Hello is the dragon...... Grievances......"

Fang Ran soothed Xiao Yan and said: "Your existence is too shocking, if your real body is seen, it will definitely be another bloody storm, and the world will be shaken." Although the whiteboard is regarded as a dragon, how can it be as majestic as one-tenth of yours? It is nothing to let him be majestic below, anyway, no matter how majestic it is, he still has to listen to you. ”

Xiao Yan listened to it very useful, thousands of clothes are not worn by, Fang Ran said exaggeratedly, Xiao Yan also accepted all the orders, and immediately quieted down.

When Fang Ran helped Yan Jiuweng up, Xiao Yan had already begun to judge this patriarch, and the first sentence was, of course, that he had not seen a real dragon if he didn't have enough vision.

Yan Jiuweng was so excited that his whole body trembled.

"The legend is true, the legend is true! The white dragon came into the world, which is the day to lead our clan back to the upper realm!"

Yan Changyong was the closest, and in a trance, he couldn't help himself: "Can we go to the upper realm of the immortals?"

Yan Jiuweng looked at the whiteboard, then at Fang Ran, and nodded firmly: "That's right, that's what the legend says...... We have hope!"

Fang Ran's face was full of question marks, thinking to himself, why are you all so excited?

However, he quickly figured it out, I am afraid that this patriarch regarded the tabula rasa as the legendary supreme thing, plus Fang Ran came from the wilderness, which is what they called the Upper Realm Fairyland, and then the old enemy of the Black Stone Department, the Great Demon of the Flame Hell was also killed by Fang Ran, and the combination of these three, Fang Ran and the tabula rasa's status in their minds naturally became extremely sacred.

This kind of legend has some real history in it, and the Blackstone tribe gathers and multiplies in the tribal unit, maintaining a very primitive way of life in the eyes of the outside world, and is naturally extremely devout to the legend, even if it is a long time, it will not do any interpretation and deletion of the content of the legend, and the reliability is even stronger.

Looking back at the thick and long white stripes of the whiteboard, Fang Ran asked with a bit of a joke: "Are you sure this guy is a white dragon? Don't you think there is something missing from this dragon?"

Yan Jiuweng replied without a trace of hesitation: "I don't think so." The white dragon is the white dragon, if there is something missing compared to other dragons, it must not be lacking, but how long other dragons are!"

This sycophancy's work is simply perfect, and Fang Ran sighs to himself. No longer dwelling on this matter, he asked with interest, "What is your legend, tell me in detail?"

Yan Jiuweng replied respectfully: "I will not hide half a word from the immortals." ”

This trip was not far from the settlement of the Black Stone Tribe, and as before, Fang Ran followed behind, and the one who led the way was replaced by Yan Jiu Weng, and the group continued to move towards the Black Stone Tribe.

Yan Jiuweng said as he led the way: "Passed down from the very old ancestors, our clan, including the various tribes living around, originally did not live on both sides of the Chiyan River. The upper realm is rich in food and drink, birds and flowers, and green trees, which is a real fairyland on earth. There is a true dragon in the upper realm that dominates the heavens and the earth, and the white dragon is the supreme of the best. It's just that because of some changes, the Supreme has no time to be distracted, and our clan waits peacefully. When the Supreme White Dragon finishes his business, there will naturally be a messenger descending from the sky to lead our clan back to the Upper Realm Victory!"

When he spoke, his face showed a look of yearning, he was already convinced of the legend, but after seeing Fang Ran and his party, he was even more full of devotion to the legend. The tabula rasa is a real dragon, and Fang Ran is naturally the messenger in his eyes.

Fang Ran's heart moved: "Change, do you know what happened?"

Yan Jiuweng pondered for a while, and replied decisively: "The legend doesn't say ......."

Fang Ran sighed helplessly.

At least this legend has only a few words about the ancient things, and the so-called changes are most likely the cause of this place where the dragon died, and the white dragon seems to be on the right side of this. It's just that this so-called supreme of the supreme seems to have played a little off, and buried himself here, if they didn't stumble into it by mistake, I'm afraid that the legend can only be a legend, and then it will be praised for I don't know how many years, until these tribes can't bear the changes of the years at all, and finally cut off the inheritance.

Xiao Yan said proudly: "I know that I must be a great existence in my last life." The supreme of the best, what a majesty!"

Fang Ran said: "That legend is not false, do you see that this is not true that the white dragon has descended into the world?" but ...... lead them" Fang Ran smiled bitterly in his heart, "I don't know when I will recover." If the heart is not restored, the messenger himself will not be able to go back to what he talks about and what he will not be led to do. ”

He didn't say this, but just nodded in front of Yan Jiuweng. The vicissitudes of life have been thousands of years, and it has long been no longer a place of birds and flowers, and no one can say whether they will meet the group of madmen in Liejian Lake as soon as they go out. Besides, the outside world has long been not the kind of idyllic paradise that the Black Stone Department has said, and even if they are out now, I'm afraid that life above will not necessarily be better than below. The world is full of disputes and deceit, and it looks glamorous on the surface, but in fact there are all kinds of dangers lurking underneath, but it is by the lava river under the cliff of a hundred miles, and survival is not easy but simple.

"By the way," Fang Ran remembered something, and asked, "Is there any place around here that is particularly closely related to the legend?" I mean...... For example, the legend says that you should not come close, or what secrets are hidden?"

Yan Jiuweng shook his head: "There is no legend. However, there are still limited places that our ancestors can go to for generations. In some places, there are even more fierce creatures lurking than the Great Demon of the Burning Hell, and we all avoid them...... But it shouldn't be regarded as a secret place that the immortals asked. ”

As he spoke, the stone path turned, and there was a rather spectacular cavity behind the rock wall, and Yan Jiuweng stepped aside: "Shangxian, the land of the Black Stone tribe has arrived." ”

Fang Ran looked in along Yan Jiuweng's open arm, and saw rows of stone caves neatly carved into the stone wall on the inner side of the hollow, each stone cave was about the size of two or three rooms, enough for an ordinary family of three. Outside the cave is a stone staircase carved out of the cave, which connects the various caves together. There are hundreds of such caves, and I don't know how these people used rudimentary tools to carve out such shelters in such a hard stone wall.

The hollow ground is lava that has been introduced along the stone path at your feet. The lava is channelled down the artificially carved ditch into the cavern, and then bifurcated into narrower tributaries, where the lava dispels the cold and provides limited but indispensable light.

Looking along the tributary, you can see a high platform erected at the end of the hollow, on the high platform with a variety of animal bones to put together a beast statue, from the ground to the top of the hollow, it looks a little similar to the image of Xiao Yan, but the dragon claws are not spelled out, and the position of the dragon horns is also replaced by two giant bones that sweep backwards, which is a little less noble of the dragon, but adds some hideousness.

These beast bones are large and small, and the big ones are not even less than the ribs of the Great Demon of the Burning Hell, and they are obviously fierce beasts that cost a lot of manpower and even their lives to hunt. Only this animal bone is eligible to ascend to such an altar and become part of the icon.

Looking at this caracal dragon statue, Fang Ran instantly felt that Yan Jiuweng saw the whiteboard at a glance, and it was reasonable to regard this long worm as a white dragon. Facing this distorted dragon form all day long, and they should not have any other records of real dragons, it is really understandable that there will be such a misunderstanding.

Xiao Yan said indignantly at the top of Fang Ran's head: "This is not a sneer...... It's not a whew!"

When Yan Jiuweng left, he should have revealed the situation of the so-called envoy or the person from the sky, so seeing Fang Ran walking in with Yan Jiuweng, the Black Stone tribesmen who were active in the clan land did not show too surprised expressions, but there was a trace of expectation and excitement in their eyes.

"I want to ask the white dragon to show up and show his blessings, I don't know what will happen to the upper immortal?" Yan Jiuweng bowed slightly, and asked Fang Ran respectfully.

Fang Ran thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he nodded and snapped his fingers.

Zhenwuzhou slowly approached the stone platform outside, and when it was separated by more than ten zhang, the huge body of the tabula rasa circled down from the Zhenwuzhou, with a graceful and luxurious bearing, and extremely respectful.

It ran over the magma, and a thin layer of spirit python mirrors cut off the strong heat, which looked more like a miracle to the people of the Black Stone Department.

The tabula rasa still remembers Fang Ran's explanation of "a little more domineering", of course, the main thing is that it can't climb fast after eating it and hasn't completely digested it, and if you climb a little faster, you have to spit out the fish you ate before. It's the first time in its life that this long worm has been able to eat this point, and if it vomits out and destroys its image, its brain, which can already think a little, can guess that the end must be very ugly.

Yan Jiuweng waved his hand, and the twenty-four warriors led by Yan Changyong behind him lined up on both sides, making way of an avenue large enough for the whiteboard to pass. The whiteboard is like a dragon...... No, a body as thick as a pig barely squeezed into the Blackstone Tribal Land from among the twenty-four people. As the whiteboard appeared, Yan Jiuweng's excited voice rolled out, echoing in the clan land.

"Envoy from heaven, the white dragon is coming!"

Twenty-four warriors repeated in unison: "Envoy from heaven, white dragon descends!"

The sound was constantly reflected in the hollow, like a bell, ringing. The people in the clan land put down what they were doing, knelt on the ground with excitement, and chanted one after another: "Envoy from heaven, the white dragon is coming!"

For a while, in the huge clan, only these eight words echoed in the sky and the earth, which was extremely shocking. Even some of the older old people had tears in their eyes as they chanted, thinking that they could see the Upper Realm again in their lifetime, and this kind of thing was indeed enough to touch a person who had listened to the legend all his life and looked forward to it all his life.

But his senses were as sharp as Fang Ran, and it was easy to catch a few discordant voices in the crowd, and curse a few words of unknown meaning, and by the time he focused on finding the source of the sound, the voices were completely gone.

Fang Ran smiled coldly in his heart, it seemed that this Black Stone Department was not as monolithic as he had imagined at the beginning, and there were still people with different thoughts in it after all. But this is not what he needs to care about, and he is not really a great master of the Immortal Qingtian, and he has to meddle in these trivial matters one by one.

The tabula rasa maintained that grace, following Yan Jiuweng's guidance, and slowly swam to the caracal statue with Fang Ran's acquiescence, and then coiled around the high platform. The white bones of the beast lined with the body of a snow-white snake, surrounded by towering stone walls as black as ink, the top of which could not be seen at a glance, and the lava tributaries that surrounded the altar gave it a mysterious and unfathomable sense of majesty. Even Fang Ran couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, and the whiteboard is set off by such things around it, which is really a bit of a supreme atmosphere." ”

Xiao Yi looked greedy, half coquettish and half begging: "Mother, give me a whole one?"

Fang Ran thought about it, and there were a few fish bones and chicken bones stuck in the half-palm-sized bricks, and he put a plate in the middle, and at most sprinkled some chili noodles as lava......

How much can a spicy roasted real dragon sell for?