Out of the dragon clan, Zhang Yang looked at the map given to him by the Peerless Machine, and was a little puzzled, the marks on the map changed, from the original one to five.

Zhang Yang flipped through the map, it was an ordinary parchment scroll, nothing special, and said strangely: "It's not like a magic weapon, is there any spell engraved on the seal?" ”

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang clumsily sensed all the five marks on the map with his mind, and there were marks left on them by other disciples of the sect who did not know how to leave, and as these marks were triggered, the corresponding information of these newly marked places was displayed on the map one by one.

Three small tribes, successful negotiations, agreed to trade. A large clan, the negotiation failed, and the clan expelled the disciples of the sect.

Zhang Yang thought for a while, and looked at the nearest new marker, which was a small tribe, also on the edge of a certain section of this river, and decided that the next place to go was this tribe.

This tribe is not marked with a specific clan name, and all four tribes are not labeled.

Just as he was thinking about it, a line of words suddenly appeared in the parchment scroll in his hand.

Announcement of the Council Hall of the Sect: The three outer disciples who went to the trade sect attacked the female cultivators after returning to the sect, and almost made a heinous mistake, and there was no repentance after the teachings.

Zhang Yang was silent, this is too merciful.

It must be that these outer disciples saw the process of reproduction of people who did not understand the cultivation of the true in the tribe, and after returning to the sect, they moved the idea of inquiry. But can this kind of thing be done, who can still have no points in their hearts. What is an attack on a nun counting? It's just that expulsion from the sect is too cheap!

If it is Zhang Yang, kill, and don't let any of them go!

The handwriting on the parchment scroll slowly faded, and Zhang Yang tried to write a word on the mark of the dragon tribe by writing strokes with his mind.

A simplified Chinese character slowly emerges on the parchment scroll, then dissipates.

Zhang Yang felt that his spirit had slipped a little, he knew the method of leaving a message in the parchment roll, condensed his spirit, left relevant information at the mark of the dragon tribe, rubbed his braincase that was a little painful after consuming his spirit, and continued to walk to the small tribe of the river above the dragon tribe.

The scale of the map is chaotic, the same distance from the main sect to the dragon tribe, Zhang Yang walked for half an hour before finding a path that is not very clear in the dense forest, and walked along the path to find a tribe scattered in the dense forest that is twice as large as the dragon tribe.

This tribe has no totem flags, the children in it have no spirit, each child's face has a mark left by the burning iron, the whole tribe is lifeless, the atmosphere is like a slowly falling sunset, filled with a sense of sadness and depression.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang thought for a moment, the muscle control technique was activated, and all the muscles of the body expanded, until the outline of the muscle mass could still be seen clearly through the clothes, although the clothes were a little uncomfortable to wear, it was better than being treated as a woman like a peerless machine, which was not very beautiful.

Zhang Yang walked to the tribe's stone-built fence.

Suddenly there was an exclamation, and Zhang Yang, who was wearing a combat aid, heard a sharp children's voice shouting: "Someone——! A very strong stranger has come to us——! Help me! He must be the man-eater of the Bear Elephant tribe! Definitely! ”

The children inside hid in the house, and there was silence for a moment.

Zhang Yang tapped on the door of the stockade and did not hear any sound.

All the adults in the village seem to have left, leaving only the children.

Putting ten catties of steamed beast meat +1 into the stockade, Zhang Yang turned around and left.

Finding a quiet place, Zhang Yang left relevant information on the location of the tribe on the parchment: the children of this village said that the "Bear Elephant Tribe" had man-eating demons.

Soon a line appeared on the parchment roll.

Zongmen Council Hall: Find out the location of the "Bear Elephant Tribe" as soon as possible. If the information is complete, you can return twice a month.

Zhang Yang smiled, didn't respond, and put away the parchment roll.

Zhang Yang returned to the dragon tribe along the river, inquired about the dragon in the tribe who was in full swing farming, and learned that the big tribe nearby was the bear elephant tribe. He left all the relevant information about the Bear Elephant tribe at the location of that large tribe.

Suddenly, the bear elephant tribe marked a huge "X" on the sheepskin roll, and a sword-like mark was hung on the "X", and dozens of black iron ancient ships flew over Zhang Yang and went in the direction of the bear elephant tribe.

There was a loud bang.

Dozens of black iron ancient ships flew back from Zhang Yang's head on the return trip.

The "X" on the parchment scroll is gone, and the bear-elephant tribal markings there are erased.

Zhang Yang blinked and was silent for a while, and hurried in the direction of the bear elephant tribe.

On a hillside in the woods, there is a large crater, and the scattered boulders around the pit indicate that there was once a group of artificial creations here.

The pit was full of women and children, unharmed, except for women and children and adults who were hanging from chains, and they were untying them and untying them.

The women and children and the remaining adults were cheering, a new atmosphere.

Zhang Yang heard their shouts, and an adult man shouted: "Gods, the gods have seen our sufferings and saved us from bad luck, let's go and take refuge in the gods, in the direction of the gods, we will definitely find them!" ”

In response, nearly a hundred women and children followed more than a dozen adult men with wounds in their bodies and moved in the direction of the sect.

Zhang Yang blinked and did not show up.

He looked at the position of the remaining tribal mark of the parchment roll, tried to fly with the air, and actually floated up in a flickering manner, Zhang Yang tried his best to fly as high as possible, so he flew clumsily, crossed the dense forest, looked at the parchment roll, and carefully flew through a large dense forest, at the confluence of the two rivers, he saw a small village built on the water's edge, in the village, more than a dozen people looked up at the same time, looking at Zhang Yang.

"What's that, and why does he fly?"

"Is it the legendary god of the gods, who can also fly?"

"The gods are not so weak, whether it is the breath or the body, they are very weak."

"Could it be a child of the gods?"

"We also have a child, he is weaker than our child, he must not be a god, he is something else."

"But he can fly, only the gods can fly."

"Maybe it's some sick seedling gods, we have children who have very weak vitality, and their breath is similar to his?"

"What about the priests? He must have known. ”

"The priest went out to gather herbs."

"Call Accardo, he is a disciple of the priest."

Zhang Yang tried his best not to laugh out loud, and almost fell from the sky, the people of this tribe were too funny.

What the hell is the god of heaven!