The hermit group fell silent.

They knew what the look on the crutch old man meant.

Every time someone dies in the village, the old man has this expression. No one has died yet, and this expression appears to indicate that someone is going to die.

And this person, not sure who it is!

"Everybody's ready, we're going. The old man on crutches tapped the ground with his cane.

"Elder, where are we going?" someone asked.

"Go to the outside world and create a world!" the old man on crutches could not tell his people the true situation.

"However, we haven't been out for a long time, and we don't know what it looks like now. Why don't you send a few people out and investigate, and then we'll see if we're born?" said an old man holding a glass ball.

"You have a point, but we can't stay here for long, and we can't stay here anymore. The old man on crutches said cautiously.

"Where can we go if we don't stay here?" asked Erwu.

"Alas, the world is so big that there is no place for me. The old man on crutches thought for a long time and said helplessly.

They've been in here for too long, and they're familiar with what's inside, but now it's not safe, and they don't have a place to hide outside, so they face a lot of problems.

Just when everyone was thinking, Erwu's expression was a little unnatural.

Erwu kept shaking his body, and then touched his pocket with his hand, but it bounced open as soon as he touched it.

"Erwu, what's going on?" Ben asked.

"Big, big brother, this, this token is so hot!" Erwu took out the token with the hidden soul of the bear.

"Wasn't it okay just now, why is it hot again?" Ben was about to take it with his hand.

But before he could walk over, Erwu threw the token, and it fell to the ground, emitting a red light.

"Why don't you take it out?" the old man on crutches looked at the token in surprise.

"Yuzhu, go get that picture!" the old man on crutches pointed to the old man with the glass ball.

"What's the picture?" the old man was stunned.

"It's the picture left for us by the one who brought us in, and the picture has this token on it!" reminded the old man on crutches.

"Oh, oh. I'll go get it. The old man immediately thought of it, turned around and entered the tower, looking for it.

"Where did you get this token?" the old man on crutches bent down and looked at the token.

He didn't dare to touch it with his hand, because there was an explanation on the diagram that the token was not something they could touch unless they lost their mana.

"Found along with these fragments by the lake. Elder, is there anything strange about this token?" asked Ben.

"I'll have to take a good look and make sure it's so. The old man on crutches bent over and looked around the token.

After a while, the old man with the glass ball ran out with a parchment roll.

"I've got the picture, let's see if it's this. The old man of the glass ball said hurriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll see. The old man on crutches took the picture and compared it little by little.

In fact, he has seen this picture countless times, and every detail is imprinted in his heart, but when he sees the real thing, he is still cautious about every detail.

"Yes, yes, this token!" said the old man on crutches excitedly.

"Didn't he say that when he left, taking the token and putting it on the parchment scroll was the next step for our people? The old man urged.

"Don't rush, don't rush, take your time. The old man on crutches slowly pointed the position of the parchment token against the token.

I saw that the token quickly replaced the painted token, and the parchment turned into a long pole, on which an image appeared, but only a row of words:

Return to the ruins, from now on, go out to the ruins, enter the ruins of Buzhou Mountain, establish a new sect on the side of Xuanyuanzong, and worship the head of Xuanyuanzong as the sect master.

In addition, this token is placed here, and you can leave the text such as you.

The token's red glow then disappears, and the image disappears with it.

"Xuanyuan Sect? It seems that it has been too long since I was born, and I don't know that there is this sect outside. The old man on crutches sighed.

"Elder, doesn't it make us lose our freedom if it makes us confess others as Lords?"

"Without that one, we would have lost our freedom a long time ago, not to mention, the one who made us recognize was only the sect master, and we ourselves have our own sect, so we must have other intentions. It's just that I don't know what kind of existence exists in today's world. The old man on crutches thought.

"Back then, I waited for Da Luo, and the Golden Immortal was only a middle-aged person among the lichs, but now that the lich and the dragon clan are fighting, maybe the strength has increased by more than one percent. Ben guessed.

They guessed that there was a big war going on outside based on the fragments and tokens, and then guessed how their strength would be calculated, but what they didn't know was that there was no big war in the outside world at all.

"Then it's time for us to improve one or two. The old man on crutches looked at the graves of the gods.

"Go!" the old man of the glass ball also encouraged.

"Well, all of them, go with me to the Great Lake and get trained. Ben shouted to the people in the stockade.

"Why?" someone questioned.

Because the tomb of the gods, that is, the great lake, is said to be unfathomable, no one can come out, and what it contains is weak water, not those mortal waters, mortals will die if they touch it, and cultivators are no better.

Although some people used to refine their bodies there, the results were not very good, and most of them were injured, and they also injured the origin.

"Don't question it, if you don't go, stay here and wait for the Lich Dragons to kill you! Ben shouted loudly.

"We're not cowards, just go!" someone immediately retorted.

"Sons of the Hidden Clan, I don't know what the outside world has become, and we must have enough strength to protect ourselves and our people. Go to the Great Lake and prove your strength!" said the old man on crutches, holding his cane.

"Yes, Elder!" a group of people formed a group and headed towards the tombs of the gods.

Two old men followed.

Qu Yin looked at the crowd below, thinking back to the words he saw, and a group of question marks poured into his heart:

How did the hermits end up here right under their noses?

Who are the people who brought the hermits here?

And what does that token mean, exactly?

Just as he was thinking about these questions, the hermit people had already come to the edge of the tomb of the gods, and a group of people surrounded the big lake, looking nervously at the churning water.

"It has been rumored since ancient times that the water of the ruins gathers the desolate water, and the final place where it flows is the bottomless eye of the ruins. However, no one knew that all the water here was weak water, and at the end, it was ......" The old man on crutches paused.

"Where is the end of this?" asked the group curiously.