"Ziyi, I don't know where there is a record of ancient inscriptions?"

Ye Xun turned around in astonishment, and looked at Butterfly Ziyi with surprise on his face, even Wu Changkong was a little surprised, Butterfly Ziyi just said, even in the Purple Smoke Pavilion there is no record of the ancient inscriptions, and now he still knows where the ancient inscriptions are, it is not that the classics in the Purple Smoke Pavilion are rich, and they have reached such a situation.

"I also saw this news by chance, and I can't guarantee its authenticity. I once stumbled upon a classic book about the Desolate Clan in the Purple Smoke Pavilion, which recorded the rune art of the Desolate Clan, which was largely inherited from the ancient inscriptions. Although the inheritance and classics of the human race have been lost a lot and almost cut off, the inheritance of foreign races such as the desolate race is extremely complete, and it is very likely that there should be records of ancient inscriptions among the desolate race. ”

"The runes of the Desolate Clan are inherited from ancient inscriptions, and this is the first time I have heard of this news. However, the northern wilderness is so vast, and the relationship between the strength of various tribes is extremely delicate, where should Ye Xun go to find news about the ancient inscriptions! Moreover, Ye Xun is only the realm of innate martial artists, and entering the northern wilderness is tantamount to a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger!"

Before Butterfly Ziyi's words fell, Wu Changkong shook his head and denied Butterfly Ziyi's proposal, although the human race and the desolate race have long been blended, but everything is still based on strength, and there is not enough strength, blindly entering the depths of the northern wilderness, almost surviving.

"I didn't say that I would let Ye Xun try his luck with the major tribes in the wilderness, and such an aimless search is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, but now there is a good opportunity, it is very likely that there is a whereabouts of the ancient inscription, that is, the barren mound. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Butterfly Ziyi's mouth and said indifferently.

"Isn't that the remnants left by the last Aragami? There are even records of ancient inscriptions in it!"

Butterfly Ziyi's words made Ye Xun's eyes light up instantly, he already understood the meaning of Butterfly Ziyi, if the Wild Clan really has a record of ancient inscriptions, then the most likely place is undoubtedly the ruins left by the last Aragami.

"According to legends and records, this last Aragami is extremely peculiar, it is rumored that it is a mixture of human and desolate, and he was originally unable to practice the power of desolation, but through the study and exploration of ancient inscriptions, he was stunned to find a way to cultivate, and finally broke through to the realm of extremely high cultivation, and finally became the last generation of Aragami, which can be described as a generation of legends!"

As the last generation of Aragami, whether it is in the two races of the wilderness, or even other races, they have great fame and popularity, and they are the powerhouses of the dominant side on the entire continent.

"Aragami, the god of the desolate race!So what kind of state has the strength of the desolate god reached, fortunately, now that the tribes of the northern barbarian tribe are divided, if there is another figure like the desolate god and unites the various tribes of the desolate race, then my human race will be really dangerous!"

Referring to the desolate race and the desolate god, Wu Changkong couldn't help but sigh, after the emperor, after hundreds of thousands or even nearly a million years of cultivation and exhibition, the strength of the human race has been greatly improved, and it already has the strength to compete head-on with the alien race, but in terms of overall strength, the human race is still in a weak position.

The Northern Wilderness alone is a huge threat and force, but fortunately, the Northern Wilderness is now in a situation where various tribes are divided, and without that force, they have the ability to join the Wilderness, which allows humans and the Northern Wilderness to reach a certain balance.

"In this case, after the barren mound is opened, I must enter the barren mound to explore the truth and see if there is a record of the ancient inscriptions, if there is no news in the barren mound, then I can only try my luck among the major tribes and clans in the depths of the wilderness!"

Ye Xun has already made up his mind that no matter what, he must find a way to break the seal in his body, so as to break through the innate nature, open up the spiritual sea, and become a cultivator.

Now Ye Xun has gradually integrated into this magical martial arts world, this world martial arts is respected, strength is respected, and the weak are ants, and now he is the innate peak, and he is invincible enough in the innate realm, but he does not become a cultivator, in this martial arts world, there is no self-preservation power at all, he is still an ant, not every cultivator in the realm of Linghai is the same as the head of the Wang family, just restrained by his own exercises, and killed by his own innate martial artist, which has become a joke.

"Ding!"

At this moment, there was a sudden soft sound, and a purple paper crane appeared out of thin air, only the size of a palm, vivid, as if it was alive, dancing, and slowly flying in the direction where the butterfly purple clothes were.

"Transsonic Paper Crane!"

Looking at the purple paper crane that suddenly appeared, Butterfly Ziyi frowned with some doubts, this sound transmission paper crane is a commonly used means of remote sound transmission communication in the sect, there are five colors: white, red, yellow, green, and purple, each color represents a different degree of urgency, and the purple paper crane in front of him is undoubtedly the highest level, and generally only the master of the sect is qualified to use it.

"Master!"

Butterfly purple clothes stretched out a slender jade finger on the purple paper crane lightly, the paper crane instantly shattered and dissipated, turning into a sky of brilliance, and gradually condensed a purple figure, this person is a middle-aged woman, but it exudes a faint sense of coercion and mortality, giving people a kind of majesty that does not dare to look directly at the superior.

When Die Ziyi saw this figure, he saluted respectfully, and said in a low voice, it turned out that this person turned out to be the master of the Purple Smoke Pavilion, the master of Die Ziyi.

"Pavilion Master!"

Ye Xun and Wu Changkong were also extremely surprised, glanced at each other, and respectfully saluted the purple projection in the air like Butterfly Ziyi.

Although he was only a slave and miscellaneous servant of the Li family in Flying Snow City before, he was very aware of the strength of the Pavilion Master of the Purple Smoke Pavilion and his status in the entire human race.

The human race is in a corner of this continent, but the absolute area is not small, much larger than the area of the entire earth, the human race is divided into seven countries, and the population of each country is more than a billion, and each country has a sect, which is the real supreme master.

It can be said that the current forces of the seven major sects of the human race are the masters of the entire human race, and they are also the mainstay of the human race against the entire alien race, and the seven sect masters are undoubtedly the highest level of combat power among the current human cultivators, and the cultivation realm has reached an unbelievable realm.

And the figure in front of him, the famous Purple Smoke Pavilion Pavilion, one of the seven giants of the human race currently standing at the top of the pyramid, although it is only a projection, Ye Xun still feels a faint sense of coercion and oppression, this feeling is hundreds of times stronger than the pressure Ye Xun felt on Xun Mo's body.

Ye Xun is clear, only a strong person like the Pavilion Master of the Purple Smoke Pavilion is the supreme existence that can dominate one side.

"Ziyi, the barren mound is about to appear, and the major forces of the northern wilderness will also gather in the barren city, your identity is sensitive, it is not appropriate to intervene in this turmoil, otherwise it will lead to a head-on conflict between my human race and the desolate race, you have to return to the Purple Smoke Pavilion!"

Looking at Butterfly Ziyi, a doting smile appeared on the face of the Pavilion Master of the Purple Smoke Pavilion, and this smile made the huge coercion on the previous Purple Smoke Pavilion Pavilion Master disappear in an instant, and Ye Xun and Wu Changkong also breathed a long sigh of relief.

In Ye Xun's eyes, the Purple Smoke Pavilion Master at this time no longer looks like a majestic sect master, but like a kind elder, giving people a sense of approachability and intimacy.

And as soon as the Pavilion Master of the Purple Smoke Pavilion spoke, he said an astonishing news, the news of the Arazuka's appearance is no longer a secret, the Arazuka involves the secret of the last generation of the Arakami, how can the major clans and tribes of the Aratsuka Clan give up easily.

As one of the seven sons of the Terran generation, Butterfly Ziyi largely represents the attitude of the Purple Smoke Pavilion and even the entire Terran Race, if Butterfly Ziyi intervenes in the dispute over the barren mound, it is indeed easy to lead to a full-scale conflict between the two races, and even a war, such a consequence is what the Terran does not want to see. Therefore, the master of the Purple Smoke Pavilion, the master of Butterfly Ziyi, recalled Butterfly Ziyi to the Purple Smoke Pavilion through the sound transmission paper crane as soon as possible.

"Yes, Master, disciple will return to the Purple Smoke Pavilion!"

Although Butterfly Ziyi was reluctant to give up the barren mound at this time, but his master, the Pavilion Master of the Purple Smoke Pavilion, had already personally transmitted the news through the highest-level Purple Transmission Paper Crane, it seemed that the situation was already extremely serious, and Butterfly Ziyi could not ignore the risks that the Purple Smoke Pavilion and even the entire human race might face, and after a little hesitation, he nodded and agreed.

"Well, very good, Ziyi, you are a psychic sword body, and it is the hope of my Purple Smoke Pavilion, and there can be no damage. Moreover, our human race is weak now, and it is not the time to clash head-on with the desolate race. Wu Changkong, you are not my disciple of the Purple Smoke Pavilion, but I also remind you, don't get involved in the matter of the Wasteland, the Wasteland is too sensitive, and the Wasteland Clan will give up easily, this time it is not only me Purple Smoke Pavilion, but the other six major sects will also recall the children and even strongholds in the Wasteland City, I think your Lingxi Sect will also notify you soon!"

The Pavilion Master of the Purple Smoke Pavilion once again told Butterfly Ziyi that this time the stakes were very important, so that Butterfly Ziyi could not take it lightly. Then, he looked at Wu Changkong on the side and reminded in a flat tone.