Five hundred years, the vicissitudes of life, this side of the world has been very different.

The aura is getting thinner and thinner, the jungle area is shrinking, the demon beasts retreat from the middle of the continent to the north, and the human race is gradually thriving.

this day. In the withered leaf mountain, the spiritual light is overflowing, and a strange fragrance can be smelled within hundreds of miles around. Just like hundreds of years ago, this strange fragrance has attracted the attention of countless people.

"Hey, this is a sign of the birth of a heavy treasure, and it should be a grass and tree spiritual thing. ”

"Haha, this is a good opportunity for this seat to break through!

All the powerful people living in the neighborhood invariably thought so.

Monks cultivate immortals, and what they seek is immortality. The way of immortality is to seize heaven and earth and create, which includes countless heaven and earth spiritual objects, the so-called things in the world can only be obtained by those who are destined, just ask, who will miss the opportunity to improve their cultivation?

However, there are benefits and risks, people may forget that it was this strange fragrance that attracted a dragon and tiger fight, the power of the demon race, and I don't know how many strong people died in the mountains.

Of course, the so-called generations of talented people come out, except for a few long-lived guys, who will remember these.

Even if you know the past, you may not give up. These monks, who have a little cultivation, regard themselves as heavenly pride, how can they stop because of a legend.

In the bronze ancient city, in the inner courtyard of the Changshengmen, a hidden sealed ancient cave is slowly opened. An old being awoke from its slumber, starry eyes opened, and sighed.

"Hey, miserable, I finally escaped, if it wasn't for the quick reaction back then, I had a back hand, maybe I would have buried the corpse in the barren valley. But this injury is too serious, after so many years, I have used countless methods, and I have barely recovered half of my cultivation, forget it, it is lucky to have a life!"

As he spoke, he got up and pushed open the door of the cave, letting the warm sunlight shine on his body, Yang Tian took a deep breath, and then regretted his face: "Hey, the aura of this heaven and earth is really too thin!"

The ancestor put away his mind and looked around the left and right, only to hear a mountain shout: "Congratulations to the ancestor for coming out!"

"Well, what generation are you?" asked the gray-robed monk who knelt at the front, as the Old Ancestor pointed to. Since he is the leader, he is naturally the one in charge.

The monk raised his head and replied respectfully: "Disciple Yun Changzhi is a thirty-sixth generation descendant, and now he is temporarily in the position of head of the sect. "Although he claims to be a disciple, he looks gray, and he looks even older than that ancestor.

"These are your heirs?" the old ancestor asked lightly without joy or sorrow.

"Ancestor, my generation, only I am over three hundred years old, and these are all my descendants. By the way, the disciple's only son has traveled for the past two years and has not yet returned, so he has not been able to come to greet the ancestor. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and glanced at the back, and suddenly those disciples got up and stepped forward, all holding trays in their hands, the trays were full of things, all kinds of food, all kinds of food, and they were full of inspiration, and they knew at a glance that they were not ordinary things.

"These are the descendants who honor your old age!" Yun Changzhi said flatteringly.

"Well, I've entered the Dao, and these things don't really work with me. The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was moved, and the old god was waving his hand: "However, I will stay and wait for your filial piety, and I will give you and wait in the future." ”

This is politeness, in fact, who doesn't know, cultivators have a lot of spiritual things and good, who will refuse? And once they eat it, who will be willing to spit it out?

As the saying goes, just like repairing the door, people are cold. The so-called breaking of seven emotions and six desires is actually an objective existence. Think about living for thousands of years, your relatives have long since died, and what heirs are inherited, they are all indifferent. Everything is fake, only you are true.

At this moment, suddenly a fragrant wind fell from the sky, and a group of disciples on the scene could smell it, not to mention the ancestor!

"What is it?

"Hurry up and find out, what is it, report it immediately!" Yun Changzhi immediately commanded his disciples.

"Okay, no need to go!" Old Ancestor looked embarrassed. "The smell!" how could he forget! Even after five hundred years, he was terrified. I think I smelled this fragrance back then and joined that fight. This memory has long been ingrained and has become his nightmare for many years.

"This is the fragrance of the ghost mist spirit flower, it must be the remnant root of that valley back then. ”

"Ancestor, you are really a god, you know the world without going out......" Yun Changzhi immediately offered it. "Ancestor, this Ghost Mist Spirit Flower is a legendary heaven and earth spiritual object, the disciple must send someone to search for it with all his might, find it and send it to Ancestor. Of course, Yun Changzhi knows that this flash of spirit will inevitably be a dragon fight, as long as there is the full support of the ancestor, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

Where did he think that in this ancestor's heart, although the ghost mist spirit flower is good, but life is more important, this has become his heart disease for many years, and he wishes not to hear it for the rest of his life, how can he help him pick his head. By the way, I just woke up, and some old friends are going to visit, so you can do these things yourself. "That's what it means to be evicted.

"Hey, all right! Yun Changzhi stupidly ordered everyone to retreat.

Watching Yun Changzhi go away, Old Ancestor sneered in his heart: "Hmph, if you want me to stand up for you, it's not so cheap." Of course, the ancestor of the east and west wanted it, but why did the ancestor bother with that spirit. You can grab the best, but if you can't, let's talk about it. Anyway, that place, Ancestor, I will never go again in my life!"

Thinking of this, An Ran sat down, but in his ears he heard Yun Changzhi instructing his subordinates: "Since the ancestor doesn't help, there is no way, are you sure you find out the direction of the Withered Leaf Valley?"

"Yes, the disciple sent out more than a dozen waves of spying, and it was confirmed. ”

"Well, Withered Leaf Valley, isn't Yin Er in the Withered Leaf Clan? We can take our time, arrange it carefully, and Hugh is like the matter of the Nanshan Ruins, and in the end it was exploited by the people of the Qingyun Sect and the Ghost Fighting Sect. ”

"Withered Leaf Valley, Withered Leaf Old Ghost? Although the ancestor was far away, he listened carefully, the corners of his mouth twitched, he lived to his age, of course, his mind was not comparable to ordinary people, and he only heard the word withered leaves, so he probably knew the plan of the Immortal Gate. Looking at the scattered people, the ancestor sneered faintly: "Well, it's a bit of a brain, and let's see if you have this luck!"

The Valley of the Dead Leaves is the stronghold of the Dead Leaves clan. The Withered Leaves are an ancient tribe that is said to have existed as early as the beginning of the opening of the heavens. It is one of the oldest tribes of the Terrans.

Dead leaves have always lived in the mountains, and rarely walked in the world. Belief in the gods of antiquity, life customs are also inherited from ancient times, men farming and women weaving, self-sufficient, except for the occasional trading of medicinal materials and spirit animals with merchants in major cities, generally do not communicate with the outside world. The world calls them barbarians.

Since it is an ancient ethnic group, it has more advantages than the later generations, and the inheritance of various relics, mysterious magic weapons and exercises, which many secular sects yearn for, but due to the tradition of this tribe being isolated from the world, even if there is calculation, it is in vain.

In addition, it is said that the elders of the withered leaf clan are very mysterious and powerful, especially the high priest, who is said to have the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods, and the general sect may not be their opponent.

The mountains are high and the forests are dense, and the whip is beyond reach, and those sects that are about to move can only look at Lin Xing and sigh.

The valley of withered leaves, the sun is warm and the sun is shining. From the world's point of view, the people here seem to be too poor, and they are not clothed, the men only tie a rag or animal skin around their waists, and the women only wear dresses made of feathers and dead leaves, and eat wild fruits and corn and animal meat. However, their faces were peaceful, like the newborn sunshine, and everything seemed happy and peaceful.

There is no dispute with the world, and self-sufficiency is the ancestral motto of the withered leaf clan.

They are like the guardians of the jungle, while cruising the mountains and forests, they are favored by the mountains and forests, the men are all majestic and strong, and the women are all beautiful as flowers.

The most valuable thing is that they always adhere to the innocence of the beginning of heaven and earth, there is no deceit, no intrigue, even if it is a fight, they come and go in the open, and never hide it.

Their hearts are clean because the sky is clean and their blood is clean because the mountain springs are not polluted.

In this world, it is not easy to retain such a purity. Especially after endless years, they still hold the ideals of their ancestors, which is even more commendable. Compared to the disturbances of the worldly human race, they seem to be the true masters of the earth.

In the largest shack of the Withered Leaf Clan, an old man held a wooden staff at the top.

His hair is all white, and his body is thin, but he is in good spirits. Dressed in dirty linen robes, this was the only person in the valley who was neatly dressed.

The men and women who walked in performed the ancient ritual of throwing themselves to him, which was a ritual used only when facing the gods. It can be seen how transcendent the status of the old man is.

He is the priest of the clan, the god and ghost celestial master, a person who can communicate with the gods. The people called him Agung.

In the withered leaves language, Agung means messenger of the gods.

Agung was both a priest and a patriarch. In ancient times, the patriarch was originally separated from the sacrifice. But after countless years, the ancient people gradually lost their former glory.

The patriarch and the priest were also slowly gathered into one person, and Agung could be said to be a wise man and a king.

In the withered leaf tribe, Agung holds supreme authority, slaughtering life and death, and also guiding the future of the race.

At this time, in the hut of Agung, in front of him there was a stranger besides his people, who was carried in lying down.

It was a young man, in his early twenties, a little shorter and more thin than the Withered Leaves, but muscular.

His skin was crystal clear, with no trace of UV exposure. Compared to him, all the Withered Leaf Clansmen are simply black charcoal heads.

"Is he human? Why is he so white?"

The people of the withered leaves came up to watch, and they were amazed, commenting on their heads and feet, whispering, and they were full of curiosity about this person.

Everyone was waiting for Agung's decision, and it seemed that if Agung said that it was a beast, they would draw their blades and disembowel him.

Of course, it was a person who was lying down, he was none other than Xiao Yun.

A few days ago, all the spiritual power was finally exhausted, and the golden spiritual flower finally withered and withered after dissipating the last trace of fragrance. Only the half-dead Xiao Yun was left lying in the barren valley. If it hadn't been for the withered leaf people who were collecting medicine, they might have been taken away by wild beasts.

If that's the case, then that's the end of the story.

In the dark, there is a fixed number, and this is the wonder of the world. The trajectory of fate is unpredictable, but everyone is affected by it. The damned can't live, and the deserving can't even die if they want to.

"Of course he is a Terran, and he is an alien!" Agung's wise eyes seemed to see through fate, and directly defined Xiao Yun.

"Alien, he's an alien!" Almost all the clansmen who heard this were stunned, and soon all of them looked at Xiao Yun's gaze became extremely hot.

"Yes, the ancestral spirit has said that he can guide us in the direction and lead us back to ancient times, to the center of the earth, to become the master of the earth. ”

This sentence is familiar to all the people of the Withered Leaves, because it is something they must recite when they pray, it is the legacy of their ancestors, and the Inhumans seem to coincide with the beliefs in their hearts. "The alien is hope! the hope of our people to become strong again!" said Agung to his people more than once in prayer.

And now, this alien has finally appeared in front of him. How does this not surprise everyone?

If it were other sects in the world, the calculation was an authoritative determination, and others might not be able to believe that Yiren would be such a vain villain!

But this is the Withered Leaves, and Agung is the spokesman of the gods, an omnipotent wise man, you can doubt everything, but you can't doubt Agung.

"Go, take good care of him, and when he wakes up, let him come to me. "Agung held a strange wooden staff in his hand, which was pitch black, except for the top of the dragon coiled, tangled into a ball, and there was a bright bead with a faint red halo. This is an ancestral magic weapon, a token of communication with the gods, and at the same time represents the power of a word. Holding the scepter in his hand, Agung's face looked unfathomable.

"Yes!"

And all the people bowed their heads and bowed.

"I'll leave the responsibility of taking care of him to Aya!"

Aya was right in front of her, a young woman with a slender figure and a beautiful face, but slightly darker skin.

At this time, he was holding a clay bowl filled with water, holding a ball of grass dipped in water to wipe Xiao Yun's body.

At first, her hand was a little hesitant, but in the end, it landed on Xiao Yun's bare chest, and for some reason, at that moment, she seemed to be electrocuted, and a flush flew on her face.

Aya is the daughter of Agung. According to the rules of the Withered Leaf Clan, Agung's identity has been passed down from generation to generation, that is, she is the future Agon, the princess of the Withered Leaf Clan.

With such a status, she was asked to take care of Xiao Yun, which shows that Agung really values Xiao Yun very much.