"Father, he ......" Watching Wentian and the old patriarch come out of the wooden house, the middle-aged man 'wanted' to speak again. шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом The update is so fast.

"He is a member of my clan, and he is still above you in terms of seniority, but this matter must not be spread outside, otherwise we will be in danger of extinction." The old patriarch took a deep breath and said.

"What?"

"Whoa...... Is he really from my people? ”

"That's not right...... He is a monk, and we sin clan are inherently unable to cultivate, how is this possible? ”

Boom! As soon as the old patriarch said this, it was really earth-shattering, and everyone was shocked, and their eyes were full of disbelief, after all, this was too weird.

But they had to admit that from the body of the person in front of them, they did feel a sense of blood connection.

This is a bloodline sense that only a person who is a sin has it.

Thinking of the sin mark on the forehead of the man in front of them again, an unbelievable thought appeared in their minds: "Isn't the blood curse on our body unsolvable?" ”

Thinking of this, they were short of breath, and their expressions were full of excitement.

"Grandpa, the messenger fell here before, I'm afraid I can't hide it for long, if you let other messengers know, then ......" The middle-aged man said, with a deep sadness in his eyes.

However, as soon as he said this, everyone who was originally excited turned pale in an instant, and there was extreme fear in the depths of their eyes.

"Don't worry! The matter is caused by me, and I am free to settle it. At this moment, Wentian raised his 'legs' and took a step forward, and his expression was calm.

"Big brother, do you have a way?" The afterimage flashed, Xiao Jiu grabbed the sleeve of Wentian's shirt, and his expression was full of worship.

"Huh?" Looking at Xiao Jiu, Wentian's eyes couldn't help but flash.

Immediately, he suddenly looked up at this ancient clan with only a thousand people and was named as a sin clan.

"Buzz!" The next moment, his body was glowing with immortals, constantly changing, and finally turning into another person's appearance.

"How is that possible?"

"This is the ...... of the Eighth Emissary"

Looking at him as he changed his figure, everyone's eyes widened, and their expressions were filled with deep incredulity.

That's right! The person who changed by asking the heavens here was the messenger who was killed by him before, and he was also the eighth messenger in their mouths.

"This is the monk's magic of transformation, but can this magic of transformation be hidden from other messengers?" Xiao Jiu's father muttered, his expression still worried.

"Don't worry! My illusion technique is so special that ordinary monks can't see the slightest clue. Wen Tian said confidently.

With his current cultivation, even ordinary realm giants would be difficult to see.

"Knock knock! Knock knock! "The bell is ringing more and more urgently.

The old patriarch glanced deeply at Wentian, his eyes flashed, and then he spoke: "Since this is the case, it is not too late, otherwise we will not be able to complete the task, and we will all be punished." ”

"Senior, you're going too?" Wentian frowned.

"Not only the old man, but except for those newborn babies, everyone in the entire sin clan is going to go, hey......" The old patriarch sighed, with a touch of sadness and helplessness on his face.

Hearing his words, Wentian's eyes flashed coldly.

"City of the Dead...... And those so-called messengers, I Lin Wentian want to see, where are you sacred? ”

"As the ancient clan of the three ancient families, why are you being called the sin clan!"

……

In this way, he incarnated as the eighth messenger and led the entire ancient tribe out of this impoverished tribe.

Along the way, they climbed mountain roads, crossed rapids, and finally came to a city.

"Lincheng!"

This city is the city of the Burial Demon, and it is also the first city of the Nine Cities.

From the mouth of the old patriarch, I learned that the entire city of demon burial was made up of nine major cities: Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhi, Ji, Column, Array, Front, Xing, and the Nine Great Cities.

Each city has a powerful city lord, as well as nine messengers, and many city guards, which is a force against the demons.

And the eighth messenger who was killed by him before is said to be a nephew of the lord of this city.

This person's talent is ordinary, and he doesn't learn or know how to do it, and the city lord spends a lot of genius treasures, and it is only to help him break through to the early stage of the ancient realm.

Because his uncle is the lord of the city, he also became the eighth messenger of the city, which can be described as a man with a head and a face.

But it's a pity! In the end, he still fell into the hands of Wentian.

Ben also wanted to ask the old man in front of him about the battle between those Terran Tianjiao and Demon Tianjiao, but for this matter, the entire ancient clan didn't know.

"Xiao Jiu knows, Xiao Jiu knows ......"

"When Xiao Jiu was in the city before, I heard some people talking, saying what is the son of the thunder god, what is the delicate god 'woman', they have arrived at the array city of the seventh city." Suddenly, Xiao Jiu spoke excitedly.

"Xiao Jiu, don't mess around, you have been with us all the time, why did you hear it, so many of us didn't hear it." As soon as Xiao Jiu spoke, he was pulled by his mother and scolded.

"No...... Xiao Jiu just heard it......" Xiao Jiu shouted.

It's just that everyone shook their heads lightly, obviously not believing it.

However, Wentian's eyes flashed, and his eyes were thoughtful.

"This little guy has a different physique, and it is not surprising that he can hear some words that they can't hear, the array city of the seventh city?" He muttered.

"See the Eighth Emissary." When some of the guards at the city gate saw him, they immediately looked respectful and bowed to him.

Wen Tian didn't say anything, he put his hands behind his back, full of spirit, and stepped into the city 'gate' with a proud appearance.

When those guards saw this, their faces were full of flattery, and they looked submissive.

"Presumptuous! In front of the eighth messenger, you dared to stand and enter the city, and you did not kneel down quickly. Suddenly, there was an angry shout from behind.

Wen Tian suddenly turned around, only to see that those guards were fierce, and one of them even picked up the spear in his hand and stabbed the big 'leg' of an ancient clan.

"Bang!" But just as his spear was pierced, the guard's 'color' changed greatly, and the whole person was blown away, with a bang, spurting three mouthfuls of blood, and his wide eyes were full of fear.

"Hmph......" asked the sky and flicked his sleeves, and his expression was full of coldness.

If he hadn't been here for the first time, he wouldn't have been familiar with the forces here, and he would have taken the life of the guard just because of what had just happened.

"Envoy spare your life!" The escort who was blown away, his face was as white as snow, his body trembled, and he knelt down and kept kowtowing.

"Don't take it as an example!" Wentian's gaze is like a blade, shooting straight at these guardian hearts.

In an instant, everyone was in a daze.

"Let's go!" Then, with a flick of his sleeves, he swaggered into the city.

When the people of the ancient tribe saw this scene, they were both shocked and extremely excited.

It can be said that they have never felt so relieved and so proud as they do today.

……

"What's wrong with the Eighth Emissary today? In the past, it was not the rule he set, but when all the people of the sin clan entered the city, they had to kneel and enter? "When Wentian and the others left, some guards were puzzled.

"Hey...... Who knows? ”

"I'd better be careful when I talk later, although his strength is the weakest among the nine ambassadors, he is the city lord's person, even if he kills us in front of everyone, no one will stand up for us." There is humanity.

When the others heard this, their expressions changed.

Before they knew it, their foreheads were already drenched in soybean-like sweat.