"Hey, since that's the case, there's no other way, then please trouble Xiao Chen for a trip with me!"

The old man sighed again, he knew that if the people of the eight major tribes wanted them to look good, it would be the same even if Chen Musu went or not.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it!" Chen Musu nodded when he saw this, he could see that the old man didn't trust him completely, or that the old man was very disappointed in him, and he didn't say anything, anyway, he would be able to see the people of the eight tribes in a while, and he would just act when the opportunity came.

"Please!"

The old man walked forward, and several servants around him hurriedly came up to help, and with their help, the old man's pace was still a little slow.

Looking at his white hair and the old wrinkles on his face, Chen Musu had a different feeling, this old man looked at least eighty or ninety years old, and he couldn't guess the specific age, although this world is still the earth, but the timeline is different, and he doesn't know what the average age of this era is.

Slowly following the old man, after a while, they came to a building, this building is a palace made of stone, it doesn't look high, about three or four meters, this place is very close to the Tower of Babel.

Chen Musu looked at the tower like a tower, and vaguely felt that there seemed to be something in the tower, this feeling flashed, and then followed the old man into the stone hall.

Inside is a small hall, not very large, there are eight stone seats placed next to it, and a larger stone seat is placed in the center of the hall, when he saw these styles, Chen Musu thought of the palace of the emperor's ceremony.

In fact, just as he thought, the eight stone seats below were lined up in twos and twos, and it was the main seat in the center, and there were already some people sitting in the eight seats at this moment, and these people did not look young, all of them were middle-aged and powerful strong men.

After the old man arrived, the eight people sitting on the stone seat all stood up, and next to them stood eight young looking men, and when these people saw the old man come in, they all lay on the ground and began to salute the old man.

As the old man walked step by step to the stone seat in the center, these people all looked carefully, and when the old man sat down, eight strong men sat down at the same time, and those young men lying on the ground also stood up from the ground, and stood next to the seats one by one, without saying a word.

"Great Prophet, the Eight Great Tribes salute you!"

The eight middle-aged men spoke almost at the same time, their words were full of anger, and what they said was even more majestic and powerful, full of confidence, and they were far from very human at a glance.

"The patriarch of the eight major tribes is polite, I don't know what you are doing this time!" In the face of the respect of these people, the old man deserves it, he is the most respected person in this place.

Standing behind the eight patriarchs is the genius of their clan, and it is also the person in their clan who has obtained the token this time, these people are all lords with their nostrils facing the sky in their respective races, but after seeing the old man, they are still full of fear.

"Great Prophet, you must also know that this time the sacrifice to the heavens, our eight tribes have obtained tokens, and those dead things outside the soul land have been attacking more and more frequently recently, and we have guarded the eight Great Walls, and we have suffered heavy losses!"

It was a man with a thick beard who spoke, his body was unusually thick, he looked very powerful, and he was the first to speak, so his identity must be unusual.

"That's right, prophet, as you must know, the nine-year sacrifice to heaven has ended, and these dead things have become so rampant, we urgently need to open the Tower of Babel and let these young people of the next generation exercise. ”

The man's face looked relatively normal, with resolute eyes and equally strong muscles.

Everyone present, except for Chen Musu and the old man, even the entourage on the side looked very strong, the old man was old, and his special identity made no one say anything.

On the contrary, Chen Musu was uncomfortable, he found that the eyes of these people kept looking at him, and after seeing his small arms, the eyes of these people showed a look of contempt.

This made Chen Musu very unhappy, the men he saw recently were indeed very strong, and the muscles on his body were also very developed, just like the Spartan warriors he watched in the movie, it seems that this should be the daily life of this time and space.

"Muscular man!" Chen Musu was very helpless in his heart, compared to the strength of these people, he did look much thinner.

However, what made Chen Musu care more was what these people said, and their words revealed a lot of information, which made Chen Musu know that he had not come in vain, and he would definitely hear a lot of things about this world in the future.

"Don't worry, you also know that according to the usual practice on weekdays, at least ten days after the sacrifice to the heavens, we will send these selected people to the Tower of Babel, and then the winners will naturally enter the demon battlefield, and the losers will also be trained to lead the tribe to guard the evil."

After these people finished speaking, the old man slowly spoke, his words were not very powerful, and the words he said did not seem to be heard by the people of the Eight Departments.

When he said this, he deliberately glanced at Chen Musu, it looked like he was talking to Chen Musu alone, his words mentioned the Demon Killing Battlefield again, and also mentioned the Tower of Babel, which made Chen Musu understand something in his heart, and at the same time a little more confused.

"Demon Battlefield? The True Spirit Realm can indeed be entered through tokens, but looking at the tone of this prophet, it seems that they have to go through some selection, and the one who wins in the end has a chance to enter the True Spirit Realm, while the others have to go to guard the frontier?"

Chen Musu wondered in his heart, in the time and space he was in, as long as he could have a token, then he could freely enter the True Spirit Realm, and what the old man said at the moment was not the same as what he remembered, which made him feel that the Demon Killing Battlefield might not be the True Spirit Realm.

"That's a good word, but great prophet, you also know, this time is different, those dead things have become more and more rampant recently, just because our eight tribes are almost unable to resist, I wonder if the soul clan will be able to send some people to support?"

Hearing the old man's words, the bearded man didn't buy it, or his attention was not here at first, and what he said just now was just to lead to the topic he was talking about now.

"That's right, Prophet, the number of those guys is getting bigger and bigger, your soul clan has the protection of the Tower of Babel, those guys don't dare to come in, but we are different!"

As the bearded man finished speaking, several other tribal patriarchs around him followed suit, and the posture clearly told the old man that if he didn't send people to help, he would have to promise them to send these people to the Tower of Babel in advance.

"Mueller, are you questioning my decision?" Just as these people said a word, the old man sitting in the center of the field suddenly spoke, his voice was very loud, and his tone was a little cold, and after he said this, several people around him suddenly quieted down.

"Prophet, we don't mean that, but you also know that if we miss, those dead things will step into the soul land, and the soul clan will inevitably suffer the pond fish. ”

After a long time, the man named Muller spoke again, he was the bearded man, among the eight people, his prestige seemed to be obviously higher, and the others bowed their heads when they saw the old man's anger, but he dared to continue to speak.

"Since the situation is so critical, you should go back quickly!" the old man did not buy it, and his tone was resolute.

"Prophet, you're going too far!" Hearing the old man's words, there was a hint of murderous intent in Mueller's eyes, and he could see that he was not satisfied with the old man's words, and at the same time, he did not respect the old man as much as he appeared.

"The eight tribes are originally subordinate to the soul clan, and your duty is to guard the soul land, if it weren't for you guarding the soul land for so many years, I wouldn't have given you the opportunity to sacrifice to the sky, let alone let you get tokens and have the qualifications to step into the demon battlefield. ”

"All these gods are watching, the ancestors of our soul clan who entered the demon battlefield will not forget us, even if you really miss, they will also descend divine power through the Tower of Babel to block these dead things!"

The old man said a lot in one breath, and after he mentioned the ancestors of Babel Tower and the Soul Clan, Muller's face was obviously a little sluggish, and it could be seen that he was extremely jealous of this.

After a few moments of struggle, Müller finally spoke.

"Don't bluff us, prophet, let's not talk about whether the ancestors of the soul clan who entered the Demon Killing Battlefield are alive, over the years, many of our eight major tribes have also entered the Demon Killing Battlefield, why don't you soul clan need to fight those dead things to get shelter, but we have to fight hard?"

"That's right, our clansmen have also entered the Demon Punishment Battlefield, I don't believe they will only protect you, why don't you soul clan have to contribute!"

The people of the Eight Great Tribes had discussed it before they came, and as time passed, they had long been tired of the endless war, and they were very respectful of the Soul Clan hiding behind them, but they were extremely jealous behind them.

If it weren't for the existence of the Soul Clan's prophets, they might have rebelled long ago, and in the records, those dead creatures did not dare to approach the Tower of Babel, so they all wanted to force the Soul Clan to give up the land under the Tower of Babel, so that they could get out of the battle and enjoy peace forever.

"Shut up, it is the duty of all of us to protect the soul land, although the soul clan has not directly joined the battlefield, but we are fighting against that group of dead things every day, otherwise with your eight tribes, this land would have been lost a long time ago!"

The old man was angry again, these people didn't know what he was fighting on weekdays, the Demon Killing Battlefield was not as beautiful as they thought, and the power of this Tower of Babel was not as strong as they thought.

They are grasshoppers on the same rope, and they should help each other, which is a kind of relationship between you and me, but unfortunately these people are not willing to be lonely.

In order to stabilize the peace of the soul land, the prophet has always turned a blind eye to these people's complaints, but these people now have a vague posture of forcing the palace, how can he not be angry.

In the palace, a powerful soul power emerged, and under this soul power, everyone felt shudder!