Thanks to the guidance of the voice, they quickly found the location of the Urakan tribe. Like the Sanchi tribe, they live in a wide valley where a river meanders and disappears into the mountains behind the valley.

The Urakan tribe looks much larger than the Sanchi tribe, and there is a wide road in the middle of the village, and the houses on both sides of the road are more concentrated and neat, faintly looking like a primitive market.

The road divides the village into two halves, and at the end of the road there is a clearing that looks like a square, and behind the square is an altar, which is almost exactly the same shape as that of the Sanchi tribe.

Aoki and Situ led their men from the wings to Taniguchi; Petru took Ivan and Boris to hide their whereabouts, they have a lot of combat experience, not only hot weapons in their hands, but also half of the soul of fire, which are good as support and assault forces.

Originally, everyone thought that they would encounter a hard battle at the mouth of the valley, because this valley was like a pocket, and as long as the people of Urakan held the mouth of the valley, it would be difficult for people from outside to attack it.

However, when they examined the terrain from the high ground, they found that the place at the mouth of the valley was empty, but the square in front of the altar was crowded with people, and it seemed that the whole tribe had gone there, not knowing what they were doing.

Aoki and Situ discussed it for a while, and decided that this was not a ploy to lure the enemy deeper, so they decided to enter through the valley, and just in case, they divided into three batches, but they did not encounter any ambush.

However, just as they entered the valley and reached the river, the sky suddenly darkened, and thick clouds blocked the three suns in the sky. The clouds stirred, as if something was stirring inside, and the sunlight cast golden splinters from the flickering clouds.

The Urakan people in the square fell to their knees and began to chant. Their voices were neat and deep, and although they couldn't understand their language, Aoki could hear the rhythm of their chanting, the same as the wildlings of the Sanchi tribe once chanted. He had a hunch that the people of the Urakan tribe were going through the same thing that the Sanchi tribe had experienced - that day, Aoki had turned into a tree, and the entire Sanchi tribe had worshipped him as a god and surrendered the soul of the wood.

However, he was still standing by the river at the moment and did not turn into a tree. Even if it changes, only the consciousness of the Sanchi savages can sense it, and it has nothing to do with the Urakan people.

He glanced at Situ and found that Situ was not unusual.

At this time, a surging spiritual force exploded in the valley, like the shock wave of an atomic bomb.

Aoki saw that in the direction of the altar, a huge pillar of wind suddenly rose from the ground, like a dragon, dragging its long body, straight up to the nine heavens, and the dragon's head burrowed into the thick clouds that had not yet been there just now, forming a huge funnel between heaven and earth.

A fog suddenly rose in front of him, blocking the view. But he knew that the fog was not real fog, but dust. The wind was raging, rolling up countless fallen leaves, and they were torn to pieces in mid-air, scattered in the valley.

"What a strong mental power!" Situ squinted his eyes and said.

"yes!" Aoki could of course tell that the tornado had actually formed in his consciousness, as if he had become a tree in the first place. He didn't know how much spiritual power had erupted from his body at that moment, but now seeing this tornado, he could probably imagine what he was seeing in other people's consciousness.

This scene lasted for a long time, and Aoki and Situ decided to avoid him for the time being, and first used the scepter to mobilize their spiritual power to protect everyone in the middle from the spiritual attack of this violent wind.

After a while, the dragon began to move slowly, from the direction of the altar, towards the valley mouth. Everywhere it passed, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the heavens and the earth changed color. When it passed through the village and came to the river, the water in the river was sucked into the sky, and the original gray-black dragon body immediately turned white, like a white dragon, its huge body stood upright, and the winding river seemed to become its shadow on the ground. The rain fell cracklingly, smashing the river into pockmarked faces.

The white dragon swam slowly along the river.

The wind has become smaller, the mental disturbance in people's consciousness has become smaller, and the dark clouds in the sky are slowly fading and thinning, until the three suns reappear above people's heads.

The clouds and fog dissipated, the wind and rain stopped, and the white dragon shrank its body, disappeared on the clear mirror-like river, and turned into a small boat.

……

It was a small wooden boat, about the size of the lifeboat Anderson and his wife were in, but judging by its shape, it was not something specific to the island, but rather a little like the small fishing boats used by fishermen around Polynesia.

The boat came down the river, and a figure could be seen standing on the bow of the boat, and a graceful figure was faintly visible, which should be a woman.

When you get closer, you can see that the large, pointed head looks like a pyramid, and he holds something in his hand, and he is not clinging to oars or pennies or anything like that, but the boat is indeed moving in their direction.

Closer, they were almost on the edge of the river where they were. Only then did everyone see clearly—the woman was dressed in a brown moire sarong, and the wind in the valley had tightened her body, revealing graceful curves. She had a hat on her head, which glittered in the sun, so from a distance, she thought she was holding a pyramid.

At the stern of the boat sat a paddler, dressed in a rudimentary straw skirt and a fur corset, looking like a wild man of the Urakan tribe.

Wooden boats docked,

The woman wearing the hat walked barefoot from the boat and stepped on the wetland of the river beach, her movements were gentle and steady, like a Buddha walking down from a lotus seat. With her footsteps, lotus flowers seemed to bloom on the surrounding river.

Situ and Aoki glanced at each other, then greeted them with a smile. The others, for unknown reasons, followed them.

The woman clasped her hands together and said to Situ and Aoki, "Both, we finally meet again." ”

Situ laughed and said to Aoki, "Dewar's spiritual Buddha kingdom has reached another level!" ”

Aoki also felt that Dewar's mental power was much stronger than it was at the beginning, and I don't know if it was because of the spiritual force field bonus on the island.

When he was in Myanmar and Vietnam, when he led the poppy to kill the general's mansion in Wu Suotun, he felt the influence of Duwan's ethereal spiritual power. At that time, he and Dewar were still miles apart. At that time, he thought that he did not have the ability to spread his spiritual power so far, let alone hypnotize people a few miles away, so he estimated that Dewar was much stronger than him. But he has the blessing of the coal boss, and no matter how strong the opponent is, he will not necessarily lose.

When Muka was killed, Dewar interceded, but he didn't give Dewar face. Originally, he thought that he had a feud with this woman, so he went up the mountain to make a break, but he accidentally got some news about the alliance from Dewar.

As for how strong Dewar's mental power was, Aoki didn't have a clear idea at the time, but he didn't have a clear idea of how strong he was at that time. Later, his ability was released more and more, and his understanding of consciousness and mental power became deeper and deeper, and in retrospect, he felt that Dewar's mental power was not necessarily stronger than his own, but the training method was different, and the purpose of application was also different, so there would be different performances.

"No matter how wide the Buddha country is, it is only in the thought of Mr. Situ."

Dewar took off his hat, held it in one hand to his chest, and bowed slightly to greet the others. Her figure is graceful, and the unique sarong suit of Myanmar and Vietnam shows her temperament very much. She had a beautiful countenance, looking no more than her early thirties, and her hair was tied up in a bun on the top of her head, like a flowing cloud.

However, Aoki's attention at the moment was all on Dewar's other hand—the crystal clear blue-gray scepter.