This is a deep stone cave, because there is no sunlight all day long, it is damp and cold, and there are many smooth moss growing on the stone walls on both sides, but there are special torches inserted in it, and the fist-sized cyan flame will not be extinguished all year round.

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps coming from outside.

The swarthy man in animal skin bowed into the cave and walked inside for nearly half an hour before reaching the bottom of the cave.

The thin black man, who was in tattered clothes, had black marks on his body and face, and was sitting upright in the middle of the cavern, with a faint light falling from the top of his head, making his old face full of ravines look flickering and dark.

"What's the matter?" he asked, not opening his eyes, when he heard footsteps. However, the language is a native language that sounds obscure to outsiders, and it is not a lingua franca.

"High priest, the patriarch asked me to call you, saying that there is a big matter to discuss. ”

"Patriarch, do you have anything to say?"

"No, you don't know. You have been in retreat for more than 3,000 years, and now the patriarch is Tu Xiong Gou, and the previous patriarch, who was also his father, was seriously injured in the last battle for territory with the Tuhu tribe and died not long after. ”

"Tu Xiong Gou, when I saw him, he was still a little doll, and now he is already the patriarch, and the years are urging people to get old. The old man sighed. He got up immediately, but perhaps because he hadn't moved for a long time, his movements were stiff, and his bones made a series of clicking sounds, and it took a moment for him to get used to it.

If you look closely, you will see that his clothes are covered with dust and mud, and in some places weeds have grown, which is extremely dirty.

"Let's go, by the way, tell me about the development of the tribe over the years. ”

"I, the Tuxiong Division, the Tuhu Division, and the Tuwolf Division, still dominate the Western Forest, and now it is a three-legged situation, although there are fights between each other, but they are all harmless, and each tribe has a population of almost 800,000. The number of large, medium, and small tribes of vassals is the same, and the balance is not broken. ”

"It seems that the development has been good over the years, and I have not forgotten the ancestral teachings. So what's the point of waking me up now?" the old man smiled.

"I don't know this, I just know that the patriarch's face is not very good, and he called many respected clan elders to discuss in the tree building. However, I heard that the same is true of other tribes. ”

The thin black man nodded, and when he rushed to the tree building, there was a violent quarrel among them, mixed with the sound of slapping the table and smashing the bench, he raised his eyebrows, coughed dryly, and then walked in slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Who are you......?"

"High Priest, it's you?!, so you're still alive. ”

"High Priest!"

......

The sound of the quarrel inside stopped abruptly, replaced by an exclamation and shock, followed by surprise and respect.

Tu Xiong Gou was a man with a gloomy face, wearing silk clothes that were rarely seen in the tribe, and carrying a scimitar at his waist.

"Hehe, you're all still there. Very good, very good. The old man glanced around and found that there were many familiar people who were in a good mood, and the people next to him hurriedly brought him seat tea, and he didn't think the old man was dirty.

It was a big surprise that such a living fossil-level figure appeared in front of a group of clansmen.

After a period of greetings, I got to the point.

"High Priest, please look at this. Tu Xiong Gou held a square blue stone tablet more than half a zhang in size, and after smearing it with his own blood, he recited words in his mouth, and the vague stone surface changed for a while, and then a strange scene appeared.

A young man with a blurred face and a veil appeared to be shrouded in the tribes, clutching a fragment of the broken map in his hand and looking down to examine it.

"This is the picture that has been sent back by the spies planted in each tribe. Tu Xiong Gou said in a deep voice.

"Almost every tribe has been there, and without exception they have taken the map pieces from them. ”

The High Priest's eyes lit up, "Map fragments, did he discover an anomaly in it?"

"The secret that we have kept for so long must not be discovered by him. The old men on the other side looked at each other.

"According to our deduction, he will arrive at our tribe in a few days, so I ask the high priest to let you out of the customs, just to ask you to help. Tu Xiong Gou stared at the thin black old man tightly and said expectantly.

"In our Tuxiong tribe, only you can summon four totems together, if you are not ...... Even if we go together, we are afraid that we are no match for this person. The rest said.

The thin black man nodded.

Totems are free of space, and the number of totems summoned among these tribes is used as a criterion to divide their strength.

If you can summon three totems, you almost have the strength of the Soul Palace Realm. Then subdivide it is to integrate the totem into itself, get a great bonus, and even change its own appearance, with strange abilities.

As a high priest, his strength was the four totems many years ago, and now he has been faintly able to integrate the fourth totem into himself, in the words of the outside world, his strength is the power of robbing bridges.

......

......

A thick gray-green miasma filled the forest.

Tall trees overhead shade the sky. Farther away, the white mist rolled like boiling water.

After picking up the tall bushes in front of him with his hand, Ji Jiu's body moved, looked forward, and his eyebrows suddenly raised, only to see a field of thorns and weeds several people tall densely growing in front of him, spreading and opening for thousands of miles, and fist-sized bubbles rolled out of the wet and soft soil below, and then burst and released gray-green miasma from it.

"This is the West Marsh?"

He spread out the map in his hand, then closed it.

"The ancient moon three scorched wood is the Changyang wood that was suddenly struck by lightning on the night of the full moon. The thunder here refers to the yin thunder, not masculine, to the yin to the cold, every other moment the long yang wood will be next to it, each yin thunder can not be too big, can only have chopsticks thickness......"

Wei Mei explained, with a faint joy in her words. As long as she finds the three scorched trees of Gu Yue, she will be able to leave the ice coffin just around the corner.

"Don't forget that you still owe me two favors. Ji Jiu interrupted her. He was not interested in the origin of Gu Yue's three scorched woods.

"I know, you don't have to remind me all the time. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. This devil is really unprofitable.

"Poof......

She suddenly couldn't help but laugh. I'm afraid that I'll lose his favor.

Ji Jiu didn't care about her anymore, condensed the spiritual power in his hand, and then slapped it out, and a pitch-black big palm print burst out, rising in the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it was the size of a house.

The next moment it fell into the swamp.

In an earth-shattering loud noise, hundreds of feet of silt splashed, countless weeds collapsed, a pair of cruel eyes hidden in the mud were revealed, and the huge body was densely covered with turquoise and hard armor.

There are no less than a thousand swamp crocodiles!