The people besieging the mountain left, and for a few days no gang dared to come to the Nanban tribe. Perhaps, they were intimidated by the white-haired scholar.

Chen Ji didn't have much time to spare during this time, so he squatted in the room to study the phoenix diary that the book student handed over to him. But he had been reading it for two or three days, and he didn't understand a word about it. In the end, Long Yue told him that this was the text of the ancient relics, and he couldn't understand it without bloodline. But now there is no phoenix in this world, except for the little phoenix that Chen Ji is still raising with blood, it seems that he can only understand it after the little phoenix is reborn.

One afternoon three days later, Dong Corpse led 100,000 descendants of various departments and groups to rush over non-stop.

The Nanban tribe is only so big, and many people can't live there. can only let them be wronged a little, and set up camp at the foot of the mountain. Only the high-ranking officials of these tribes can come to the Nanban tribe.

After the high-ranking officials saw Chen Ji, the Holy Lord, they first said something sycophant. That's when we get back to business.

But what came the message was a heart-wrenching message, the branch that the Nanban had originally sent out to ask for help. Except for the one that survived by Chen Ji and them, all the other branches were wiped out, and even the two epic materials they brought out were robbed. But another message is encouraging.

Within three days, almost all the sects and tribes within a radius of thousands of miles were attacked, and it was reported that a white-haired scholar led more than a thousand iron horsemen. There are different versions coming from all directions.

Some say that the white-haired scholar was a demon who killed more than a thousand people with a wave of his hand, and finally just wanted to obtain an epic material.

Some even said that it was miraculous, saying that any of the soldiers under the white-haired scholar could kill the leader of a big force. The short hair in their hands is even more miraculous, and they can take people's lives from a hundred miles away. Of course, this is just a rumor, and I think it remains to be discussed.

After some tax talk from Chen Ji, he finally moved this group of Chiyou descendants to enter Sichuan Province and join the holy city. It's been more than a week since my group came out of the Holy City, and I don't know what the state of the Holy City is like now. But Chen Ji didn't dare to think too well, after all, there were so many gangs in Sichuan Province who wanted to take the Holy City.

In the end, the high-ranking officials present all reached an agreement, and the people of these tribes. They all move together in a matter of days. The destination is the Holy City. And Chen Ji and they still have to look for other Chiyou tribes, after all, the bigger the foundation, the better they can negotiate with the military and the Jiangzuo League.

After a night's rest, the ten people set sail again early the next morning. Head towards the Beilun Wood Prairie in the distance.

The Beilun Wood Grassland is the largest grassland in China, spanning seven countries. At the beginning of the mutation, it was the largest sheep breeding area in China, with more than 7 million sheep, horses, and cattle alone, and very few humans living in the Beilunmu grassland. It was difficult to see people for miles.

From the beginning of the mutation to the present, the Beilun Wood Prairie is almost full of mutant beasts, but there is one thing that is very strange. Mutant beasts on the grasslands. Except for the carnivorous mutant beasts, which have aggressive habits. The rest of the herbivores and omnivores are almost non-aggressive and very docile. There are even places where you can live with people.

When they arrived at the border of the Beilun Mu Prairie, Chen Ji and his party sat cross-legged on the hill to rest, discussing softly.

After eating, Chen Ji lay on the ground and asked; "Do you know how many Chiyou descendants there are on the Beilun Mu Prairie?"

Chen Gong patted the breadcrumbs in his palm and said a little abruptly; "According to a statistic a few decades ago, there were only 20,000 descendants of Chiyou on the Beilunmu Prairie, and I don't know how many there are now. Hey, Holy Lord, can't you sense through your breath how many Chiyou descendants there are in the vicinity? Feel it. ”

"Okay. I'll try. As he spoke, Chen Ji closed his eyes and began to spread out his consciousness. Flee to the surroundings.

Within a hundred miles, he couldn't feel any breath of fear at all. Not to mention the blood of Chiyou's descendants. He opened his eyes and said in surprise; "There hasn't been a single clansman in the past hundred years."

Li Luan also ate the last bite of bread, he raised his head and said with some amazement; "The Beilunmu prairie is so big that there are no people for miles. After the mutation, I am afraid that they have all gathered together, and they may not see a single person for dozens or even hundreds of miles. It's a bit difficult to find people in such a big place. ”

"It's expected for the first two months. For more than a month, we spent ten days here looking for the people. At that time, it doesn't matter how many we can find, if we really can't find it, we will go directly to Jiang Province to find the heavenly ghosts. ”

Three days passed, and Chen Ji and his party walked a total of nearly 1,000 kilometers back and forth on the Beilun Mu Grassland. But unfortunately, they did not find the Chiyou people. Not even a single living person was found, and the only thing that could be seen was mutant beasts everywhere and yellow sand all over the sky.

Time is always so much grinding, five days are up. It was expected that the original plan was supposed to have five days left, but they really couldn't find it. He could only be forced to withdraw from the Beilunmu Prairie and cross Qing Province and go straight to Jiang Province.

There is a rock mountain as high as 3,000 meters in the center of the Beilun Mu Prairie, and tens of thousands of buildings are built around the rock mountain, and the inside of the rock mountain has been hollowed out by people as a whole, and there is a straight down passage in the center, I don't know where it leads.

At the top of the rocky mountain, two men with a five-meter-tall body and a thick body and a towering head were standing side by side, staring straight into the distance, not knowing what they were looking at. But judging by the change in their faces, they were very happy with the results.

Quizel asked with his hands on his chest and a solemn face; "How's the Overseer's arrangement?"

Quimas rested his right hand on his chest and replied solemnly; "Report to Your Highness, the monitoring has brought the experimental phase to an end, if there is no accident. In two months, it will be time for the first batch of pseudo-gods to fuse the blood of the royal family to be born. ”

It was good to manage the news, but Quezel's heart couldn't stop it, he put his hands down and sighed slightly and couldn't help but question; "Can the pseudo-god generals created by the royal family using their own essence and blood really work?"

Quimas replied with a nonchalant smile; "As the top of the genetic company, the royal family has a thinking ability far beyond our imagination. They must have their own intentions in doing so. If His Highness is not at ease, he can also go underground to investigate the Inspector. ”

"It's good to take a look." As he spoke, the two of them walked down the stairs at their sides, one after the other. (To be continued.) )