The seven-foot man cried when he said he cried, and the tears that cried were also pear blossoms with rain and tears wet begonias, which not only made Fang Ran startled, but the group of soldiers waiting between the stone cracks behind Yan Changyong also became a lot more nervous all of a sudden.

If it weren't for the fact that Yan Changyong didn't attack, they would still think that Fang Ran had done something to Yan Changyong.

Fortunately, this Yan Changyong's mind was still firm, and he calmed down after the initial mood fluctuations, and he bowed apologetically after feeling out of shape: "I didn't control it for a while, don't be angry." ”

Fang Ran wasn't angry, he was just very curious: "Shangxian? Why did I say that I came down from above, and you reacted so much? You haven't gone up?"

He smashed down a series of questions, and Yan Changyong answered him honestly: "Those who come from above are immortals." We, the Black Stone Tribe, as well as the surrounding tribes, have lived on both sides of the Red Flame River for generations. There is a legend in the clan that there is a fairyland on top of the heavenly wall, and you don't have to worry about eating and drinking without worrying about life and death, it is a real paradise. It's just that the road to the top is long gone......"

"The road is long gone...... That means there used to be?"

"I don't know. Iwanagayong said honestly, "It's all a legend, and we don't know if there is one." The legend says there is, and there should be. ”

Fang Ran asked: "In the recorded years, no one has ever been there?"

Yan Changyong shook his head: "Never." Every ten years, there are people who do not believe in evil and want to find a way up according to the legend, but they have left and no news has come back, let alone anyone has ever returned. ”

This man's expression was a little painful when he spoke, and it could be seen that there should be people who had a lot to do with him among the people he was talking about.

Fang Ran nodded slightly. This cliff is cut out with great power, just looking at the cliffs on both sides are as bright as mirrors, you know that it is extremely difficult to go up from below, and Fang Ran, who has no real martial boat, is not sure to climb it with his bare hands, let alone these ordinary warriors in ordinary tribes who have no cultivation.

I just don't know how they came down from the ground and settled here for generations. It's not easy to go up and down in this place, and the magma is different from the underground dark river, there is no water source, and there is that carp monster as a demon, which means that there is no biggest reliance on eating and drinking, and then finding a sip of water to drink from somewhere else and finding something to eat, I don't know how difficult it is.

Fang Ran lowered his head and thought silently, Yan Chang never dared to interrupt Fang Ran, so he maintained the posture of holding a spear and stood in place.

After hesitating for a while, Fang Ran still decided not to tell them that the top had become a wilderness, and that only the beasts that could never have enough to eat on the wilderness could do whatever they wanted.

It can be seen that the so-called fairyland above is a very important part of supporting their beliefs, and rashly shattering this illusion is no less than a curse for them.

"By the way, you just said that the Blackstone Tribe, and the surrounding tribes, there are a lot of people down here?"

Yan Changyong nodded first, and then shook his head: "There are people, but not much...... I don't know if it's much...... We know of more than a dozen tribes, the big ones can have one or two hundred people, and the small ones have dozens of people. ”

"What about the Black Stone?"

Yan Changyong was entangled for a moment, and some of the questions Fang Ran asked were related to the family background of the Black Stone Department. He still remembered the sentence that the patriarch confessed, don't show the truth, although he didn't understand this sentence in a vague way, but the patriarch explained that it probably meant not to tell people everything, and to leave something to hide in the stomach so as not to be seen through.

What is it to see through? After all of them, the skin and flesh on the body become transparent?

So the man who took the lead just shook his head and kept his mouth shut, looking a little frightened.

After all, he was still a little scared, if he didn't say it, the immortal in front of him would be angry, even the Great Demon of the Flame Prison could kill the immortal who was eaten as a dish, and he was not enough for a tribal warrior leader to pinch a finger.

Fang Ran laughed. This man's strength is good, he is a little straightforward, there are no other clues under this cliff, and there is no direction to identify, these natives may be able to have some clues, and the least can ask about the general terrain around and where this magma river goes.

He told Yan Changyong his thoughts, and this time this man didn't resist much, and responded very happily: "I'm familiar with this area, but the patriarch knows more about it." I can take you back to the clan and ask the patriarch. ”

Fang Ran was overjoyed: "This is the best." ”

According to Yan Changyong, the tribes living below are scattered in various caves that are zigzag and interconnected, and there is no straight line distance in the caves, so he can't say how much of an area each of these tribes occupies, how far apart, and the only thing that can be clearly explained is that the size of the caves is medium, large, and super-large.

However, one thing is for sure, only the lava river, which Yan Changyong calls the two sides of the Red Flame River, will be inhabited by tribes, and it is not much different from the banks of the Red Flame River. After all, there is no natural light source under the cave except for this lava river, and the importance of light sources to people is self-evident.

Fang Ran originally wanted Yan Changyong and his party to get on the boat and then go down the river, but this man seemed to be very afraid of this big Tianzhou that was beyond the limit of his imagination, and insisted on walking below. Fang Ran was not reluctant, he controlled the heavenly boat with his wrist wheel, and he also walked on the winding cliff bottom path, and Yan Changyong asked one after the other, without saying a word.

"You've been living here since the legend?"

If so, how long has it been?

Iwanaga walked the narrow path with great skill and skill, with steep cliffs on one side and lava on the other, bubbling and even occasionally splashing lava flames onto the trail floor. He didn't need to look at his feet to skillfully avoid these splashed flame droplets, and nodded as he walked: "Yes, from the murals in the tribe, whether it is the Black Stone Department or the Fire Fish Department, all of them have been living under this place for a long time. ”

"How did you get down...... There is no record?" Fang Ran asked suspiciously.

"No ......" Yan Changyong shook his head, "The murals here in the Black Stone Department are all painted with scenes of battles with the Great Demon of the Black Stone Department for so many years, and the senior soldiers died a lot, so they repelled the attacks of the Great Demon of the Great Demon of the Black Stone and kept the fire pool of the Black Stone Department. Since my great-grandfather's great-grandfather's great-grandfather, it has been on the mural, and there are even more ancient ones, but they are no longer blurry and can't see clearly. ”

Fang Ran secretly thought, since there are murals in the Black Stone Department, it is estimated that other tribes may also have the habit of using murals to record history. I just don't know if they're the same as the Black Rock Division.,It's all about fighting against that carp monster.。 If you can find something different from it, with the powerful computing power of the Heavenly Machine Roulette, you may not be able to deduce the history of these people's ancestors who crossed hundreds of miles to come down from the ground.

And another thing that made Fang Ran a little concerned was that Yan Changyong said three grandfathers in a row, and there would be more than a dozen generations for hundreds of years, and at that time, this carp monster had already become a party to the climate disaster, and it was conservatively estimated that this guy must not have a lifespan of three or five hundred years?

Three to five hundred years, soaked in lava contaminated with Dao rhyme, even a worm should give birth to a little wisdom. But in addition to the rough skin and thick flesh of the carp monster, there is no wisdom at all, let alone any magical powers of demon beasts. You must know that even the tabula rasa has an extremely powerful python mirror to protect itself, how old is the tabula rasa?

"What about eating and drinking? You can't drink lava, can you?"

"How can you drink lava? It will burn people to death! There is a dark river in Montenegro, and there is not much water, but you can drink it if you save it. As for the food, it is also deep into the cave, and there are mushrooms in some places, and if you are lucky, you can catch some small beasts. This is also the reason why there are not many people in the clan, and it is difficult to find food ......" Then Yan Changyong patted his chest as if he wanted to confess something, "But our warriors have been working hard to hunt and gather, and no one in the Black Stone Department has never been hungry!

With a hint of curiosity, Fang Ran probed Yan Changyong's meridians again, this exploration didn't matter, he found that only two hundred and forty meridians in Yan Changyong's whole body were through. If compared to other cultivators outside, there are two hundred and forty meridians, then there is no difference between them and the waste veins. However, Fang Ran already had the meridian diagram of the ancestors of the ancients, and this comparison was amazing. The meridians opened in Yan Changyong's body turned out to be all marked in the meridian diagram of the human ancestor.

What does this mean? This shows that Yan Changyong's qualifications are directly inherited from the human ancestors, and there is no inexplicable change from the cultivators outside.

And Fang Ran's qualifications are good. That's hurtful.

Fang Ran secretly continued to probe the meridians of the Black Stone Warriors who followed him, but the meridians of these people were much more normal, and there were more and fewer of them, but they all exceeded three hundred and sixty.

Puzzled, Fang Ran blurted out and asked, "Brother Changyong, what is your status among the clan?"

Yan Changyong's swarthy face flushed slightly: "What big brother, just call my name by the immortals." I am the strongest warrior in my clan, and I am the current captain of the warriors. What's wrong?"

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you have any qualifications to choose a test or something?"

Yan Changyong nodded: "Yes, when I am an adult, the patriarch will personally test my qualifications, hehe, I was praised by the patriarch at that time!"

"How do you test your qualifications?" Fang Ran asked.

Yan Changyong stopped talking now, his face was red and he lowered his head, obviously it was a secret in the clan.

After walking down the river for more than ten miles, the steep path suddenly widened, and an open platform was revealed from the front, and there were traces of artificial excavation on the platform, which looked like someone had specially expanded it further.

On the inside of the platform, you can see more than a dozen figures standing in the shadows, of different heights, but all of them look lean.

"Who?" Fang Ran wasn't worried about whether these people were enemies, after all, they weren't his enemies.

Yan Changyong hurriedly walked two steps, came to the middle of the platform, touched his chest with one hand and bowed down, and said, "Patriarch, Changyong is back, and I also invite back the immortals from the sky." ”

Fang Ran knew that Yan Changyong had sent someone to quickly return to the Black Stone Department and report to the patriarch about the Great Demon of the Burning Prison, thinking that he and Zhen Wuzhou were also within the scope of the return. The so-called advent of the immortals, coupled with the killing of the Great Demon of the Flame Prison, this kind of major event has to be bothered by the patriarch himself.

With Yan Changyong's return, a figure in the shadows slowly walked out. It was an old man in his fifties, except for a slight rickety on his back, his hair was mottled and his face was dark, his body was also coarse leather clothes, and he held a pure black bone spear in his hand.

Fang Ran's eyes lit up. This is the patriarch of the Blackstone Tribe, and his strength is good, and I'm afraid that the real combat power is still above the strength revealed.

The patriarch of the Black Stone Clan pounded his chest with one hand, made a snort, and then bowed slightly to Fang Ran: "Black Stone Sect Yan Jiuweng, greet the Immortals." ”

Fang Ran couldn't help laughing and said, "What kind of immortal, it's just an unlucky guy who accidentally fell." ”

Yan Jiuweng kept a smile and said, "No matter how it comes, it is still an immortal after all." I listened to Xiao Jing'er's reply, it was Shangxian who killed the Great Demon of the Flame Prison that had plagued my department for hundreds of years, and the Black Stone Department felt this kindness and did not dare to forget it. ”

A group of entourages behind him also appeared, all of them were lean warriors, there were fourteen in total, and together with Iwa Changyong, there were twenty-four people, each of whom looked fierce and wanted to come underground, such a number of warriors could already be regarded as a force to be reckoned with.

The elite is almost exhausted, half of it is to show respect, and the other half is also to be on guard. After all, a mysterious person of unknown origin and strength fell from the sky, if he had bad intentions, it would be safer to have more people.

Fang Ran didn't care about this, he said to Yan Jiuweng bluntly: "I fell from above, and I need to rush back as soon as possible." Do you have any record of going up here? Legends or myths, the more the merrier, I can trade that fish for you. ”

That fish was the body of the Great Demon of the Burning Hell who ate a small half, in fact, Fang Ran himself ate very limited, mainly because the tabula rasa was too edible, and he opened his belly to eat Haisai, and devoured a lot of meat from this big fish.

Yan Jiuweng had already seen the carp monster on the Zhenwu boat, this beast had been raging for hundreds of years, and the ancestors who patrolled near the cliff were devoured by hundreds of people, which was an unforgettable hatred for the Black Stone Department, but I didn't expect this beast to be killed so simply, and it was eaten by a small half.

After so many years of trouble, it was a little ridiculous, and for a moment Yan Jiuweng didn't know how to sigh, but he couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the huge body: "This can be regarded as avenging the revenge of the ancestors......

Then he looked at Fang Ran with some weakness, and then sighed: "I just didn't know that the appetite of the Immortal was so good, I'm afraid that the meat on the stomach of the Great Demon of the Hellish Hell would not be able to eat the whole clan of my Black Stone Clan for a month." ”

This immortal looks thinner than Yan Changyong, how can he eat it so much?

Fang Ran was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly: "It's not me...... Don't talk nonsense. ”

On the real martial boat, the whiteboard, which had digested for a while and regained its mobility slightly, suddenly raised its upper body, and roared majestically at the sky, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the content of the roar, which is exactly three words: "I eat!"

It's as if being able to surpass Fang Ran in appetite is a glorious thing for a tabula rasa.

And the moment he saw the huge body, Yan Jiuweng's face changed abruptly, and he knelt on the ground with excitement and horror: "It's the ancestral dragon!"