The low bamboo table and the bamboo mats on the floor are as good as before, except for the blue-green color.

The bamboo house, which is not big or small, a table and a seat that is extremely simple, and a portrait hanging on the main wall, is the place where the Ya people worship to meditate.

Wu Chen on the left side of the bamboo table is quite lazy and comfortable.

Looking straight ahead, the spirit that he hadn't seen for a long time still had the same beautiful face as before, but it seemed that there was something more, or the spirit's body was shrouded in a mystery that he hadn't felt before.

And the spirit is always in meditation with the eyes closed.

The spirit sitting in front of Wu Chen was like a veil in Wu Chen's eyes.

After the sound of the spirit, the little girl sat cross-legged behind the spirit with her legs bent, and did not forget to sit at Wu Chen and grimaced.

No one spoke in the bamboo house, and she was a little depressed for a while, and the little girl was obviously a little like sitting on pins and needles, and she didn't like to sit upright like this.

Wu Chen looked away from Ling's face and looked at the portrait hanging on the main wall.

The portrait is generally blurred, the bottom half of the small side is white and blue, and the outline of the waves can be roughly recognized, and above the waves is a figure that is difficult to identify, and it is vaguely visible that it is a woman, and it gives Wu Chen a particularly young feeling, which is really weird.

There is a blank space about two or three fingers wide above the head of the portrait woman, and if you look closely, there seems to be a semicircular outline in the center of the blank space, which seems to be real but not real.

The whole portrait gives Wu Chen an inexplicable* feeling, and there is a special sense of familiarity.

Under the influence of intention, the divine sense probed towards the portrait, and a strong sense of crisis spread throughout Wu Chen's body.

The blurred face of the portrait woman seemed to suddenly become clear, and a pair of azure vertical pupils stared at Wu Chen in a daze.

It's like a monk in the upper three realms looking at the immature thatched boy in the lower three realms.

A white beam of light rushed from the eyes of the portrait woman to the depths of Wu Chen's sea of knowledge.

The beam of light that seemed to be in Wu Chen's mind suddenly seemed to have touched some iron wall, but he couldn't help it.

This is not the end, the white beam of light that was about to retreat suddenly found that it was already deep in the depths of Wu Chen's sea of knowledge, unable to advance or retreat left and right, and scurrying like a fly without a head.

The little girl who had been watching Wu Chen for a while suddenly found that Wu Chen, who had been stunned for a while, suddenly blinked, and then smiled as if she was stupid.

Thinking that Wu Chen was looking at her master and looking at the demented little girl, she couldn't help but scorn in her heart.

Wu Chen is naturally happy, or especially happy, the portrait is attached to some kind of divine soul, which is likely to come from the god worshiped by the Tooth Clan, but the power of the divine soul is too small, less than one in a billion.

Encountering Wu Chen, who has a vast soul, is like seeing a fat pig, and he wants to take a bite, how can he think that under this pigskin is a strong man-eating tiger.

If others were to be afraid, the divine power contained in that small wisp of insignificant divine soul might be coercive, but he Wu Chen was not hindered at all, and none of the nine ancestors would be inferior to the gods, not to mention that he, Wu Chen, was the head of the nine ancestors.

It was also at this time that Ling opened his eyes, and the smart sky blue vertical pupils looked directly at Wu Chen.

"Are you injured?" Wu Chen frowned and looked at the other party.

"Hey, stupid Wu Chen, who did you say was injured?" the little girl asked urgently.

Holding the bamboo mat with both hands, he slid forward slightly, looked at Ling nervously and asked, "Sister Ling, you won't be hurt, right?"

Spirit shook his head, "It's out of the way, it's almost fine." ”

The little girl didn't think much of it, and tapped the bamboo mat lightly and said, "Hmph! I knew that the woman in purple wouldn't be good to find Sister Ling." ”

Ling looked at the moon suspiciously, and said softly, "But how do I remember who said it at that time......

"Oh, yes, didn't I just say that when I looked at Sister Ling, you said that. ”

"Poof" Wu Chen couldn't help laughing.

"Hmph!" The little girl who knew that she was at a loss didn't care about Wu Chen.

"You were injured over there?"

Wu Chen asked suspiciously.

Ling nodded, not denying it, naturally knowing which side Wu Chen was talking about.

Immediately after that, Wu Chen was suddenly startled again, because the body of the spirit in front of him revealed the unique aura of an Upper Realm monk.

"For the time being, it's not my own cultivation. The spirit statue had a heart and answered it without waiting for Wu Chen to ask.

Wu Chen frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "What you have is the divine power of faith?"

The latter heard the sound and nodded.

Since leaving the Demon Realm space, including the Fang clan where the spirit is located, they have a rough idea of what kind of place they have come.

Everything has changed, and everything is very different from what is written in the family book.

At the end of the era of the Nine Ancestors, the powerful and prosperous martial cultivators no longer existed, not only the martial cultivators, but even the barbaric alien races recorded in the clan books that could split mountains and chase the sun had disappeared for thousands of years early, and the people who were all over it were the most weak human race Xuan Xiu.

The little girl looked at Wu Chen and then at the master with a puzzled mind, and she listened to the words between the two word for word, but she didn't understand it at all, just like the first time she went out to eavesdrop on the whispers of a monk from Beizhou outside the Tooth Clan, but she couldn't understand a word when she heard it.

And this also gave rise to one of her worries about preparing for the sacrifice.

There is one more thing to add to the daily study course, which is to learn this human language that I don't understand.

But fortunately, she is not the only one who is a monk of the Tooth Clan, and the little fish and little tiger at the door are not one or two of them.

It's just that compared to Yue's sad face, the other Tooth Clan monks were full of joy, and even took pride in being selected, which was a special honor, after all, the Great Priest personally taught ordinary Tooth monks for the first time.

Wu Chen was not asking, he was waiting, waiting for the other party to tell him.

Ling thought for a moment, not hesitating to speak, but sorting out one or two, concisely, able to speak. After all, the chaos that happened there was extremely widespread, and several forces of each other also had mutual restraints and alliances.

A particularly pleasant voice sounded, Wu Chen listened attentively, and the little girl was a little interested at first, and she could take a nap in the back.

After about half an hour, the sound stopped, and Wu Chen could be regarded as knowing a rough idea.

In the dense forest of the Dark Valley, the Tooth Clan and the only Upper Realm Second Realm Lion King can be described as an out-and-out neighborhood.

The Second Realm Xuanshi King relies on an opportunity, but the opportunity and the crisis coexist, and a large part of this opportunity is related to the belly of the Xuanshi King, because its second realm cultivation is unstable, and only after giving birth to the little lion queen can it be regarded as a real upper realm mysterious beast.

When the news was revealed, all parties coveted it, so they naturally used her as a new neighbor.