Before the second word "I ......" could be spit out, Ling Yu fainted.

He didn't see the coachman's terrified face, he didn't see the carriage being blown apart, he didn't see that he was being led into the vast mountains and seas of Qingluo Mountain by a man in black.

Knowing how long the world has passed, Ling Yu opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a gray darkness, not pitch black, but as if it was a gray and chaotic world. Ling Yu yelled a few times, but there was no biological response, but there was an echo that vibrated in his ears.

"Am I dead? This can't be hell, right? I'm going to be a man with a white rich and beautiful man! God is jealous of talents, and heaven is unfair!" Ling Yu was very scared, thinking about his originally beautiful life plan, he couldn't help but feel sad, and muttered in a low voice, "I haven't tasted Uncle Sanqiu's 'Crazy Chicken Stewed Mushrooms' yet, and that one"

Ling Yu was excited, and immediately reached out to touch it behind him, but there was nothing, and then he thought about it: "It's broken! That little white spirit stone is gone!"

Just when Ling Yu's thoughts were all gone, he suddenly remembered that he was now in hell, as if those things outside his body were meaningless. However, this hell is also strange, the soul is a physical one, and this ground is also strange, shouldn't the soul be floating?

Just when Ling Yu was puzzled and curious about this strange space, a strange sound made Ling Yu feel excited, he didn't dare to think about it, and waited intently, followed by a deafening noise, and then a beam of light broke through the gray blockade, like the smile on the corner of the mouth of the goddess of light, faint but warm and beautiful, full of hope. Then a shadow appeared, and when you looked closely, it looked like a figure!

No, it's just a person! It's just ......

"Who is this guy in fancy costume, is it the god who has come to save me!" Ling Yu seemed to have countless deer jumping around in his chest, and he ran towards the strange man who suddenly appeared with joy, and began to think about it again, "They must have discovered that I was gifted, and they had great wisdom and great luck, so they came to let me out, hahaha"

A person! A living person appeared in a ray of light, still in this environment! It must be a god! No wonder Ling Yu was so excited! Unfortunately, this was not the case.

Seeing Ling Yu running towards him so excitedly, the strange man retreated with a frightened face and shouted, "Don't blame the gods!

"Gods, who?" Ling Yu looked around, it was still gray, and there was no real useful discovery, and he couldn't help but guess, "Could it be—me?" Before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly changed.

"Don't doubt the gods, wait for the old man to tell you"

Half an hour later, Ling Yu finally reluctantly accepted all this. On that day, he was found by the current priest of the "Wind Xuan Tribe" in a long-abandoned altar, and at that time he was in a large array full of pure wind aura, wrapped in a large cocoon surrounded by countless wind blades, which corresponded to the last words of the tribe's then high priest Feng Kanjin before his death a hundred years ago, "Wind Cocoon conceives the god, God bless the wind department".

Therefore, the current priest has been guarding the side, waiting for the wind cocoon to disappear and the formation dissipates, and sent Ling Yu to the sacred temple in the "Wind God Space" handed down by the ancestors of the tribe, and in order not to disturb Ling Yu's rest, the current patriarch also deliberately closed the doors and windows, and led a group of clan elders to wait outside. This also explained Ling Yu's previous doubts, it wasn't hell at all, it was just Ling Yu's subjective crankiness.

It's just that Ling Yu is still wondering what happened after he suddenly fainted on the street, and he appeared in someone else's tribal altar and verified the last words of his predecessors, these are simply incredible!

"Spirit, do you plan to inspect the tribe first, or do you want to meet the clan elders waiting at the door?" a calm but hesitant voice suddenly sounded, pulling Ling Yu's thoughts back.

Ling Yu looked carefully at the kind old man with a lovely smile in front of him, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, an old man at the level of a patriarch who was nearly a hundred years old was so respectfully serving him, the "God of Heaven", and he was only a weak-crowned young man.

The old patriarch glanced at Ling Yu strangely, thinking that he had something out of shape, and immediately jumped up and down in a hurry. Ling Yu saw the embarrassment of the old patriarch, and immediately signaled to him to reassure, saying: "The old patriarch doesn't need to be like this, not to mention that I am a young man in cloth, but I actually came to your altar for some reason, and I can't afford to be called a 'god'."

"This must have been arranged by the gods a long time ago!" The old patriarch, who was originally respectful and humble, seemed to have changed his personality, righteous and stern and resolute, and Ling Yu was not allowed to defend himself.

Ling Yu was helpless, he couldn't resist this confused old man, so he had to put this matter aside for a while, and waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, okay, that's it, I'll play the role of this 'god' first." However, don't call me 'gods' or 'gods', just call me by my name Ling Yu in the future. ”

The old patriarch actually knelt down and shouted: "How dare the old man! How dare we mortals call the gods by their names!" The old patriarch secretly glanced at Ling Yu's face, and then said: "In the future, the old man will respect the gods as 'wind spirits' if he dares to fight, how about it?"

Ling Yu was speechless, so he had no choice but to give up, so he changed the topic and asked, "I don't know where your tribe is located, how far is it from Qingluo Town, and what is the matter with this space?" At the same time, he raised his hand to help the old patriarch up.

The old patriarch was excited, his old face turned red, and he began to answer for Ling Yu: "Our 'Fengxuan Tribe' is located on Qingfeng Mountain in the Qingluo Mountain Range. However, Qingluo Town has never heard of it. Our tribe has been closed for a hundred years, and we don't know much about the outside world now, and what our people learn is from the ancient books such as "Li", "Spring and Autumn", and "Geographical Encyclopedia" that have been handed down from the clan. As for this 'Fengshen Space', it is a life-saving space handed down from our ancestors, and it is said that this space is a gift from the Fengshen! In this strange space, we can live as if we were in the outside world. In case of force majeure, the whole clan retreats here, which can accommodate thousands of people, and can protect the continuation of the clan and the tribal inheritance. The sacred temple where we are now is in the center of the entire "Fengshen Space", which is the central and important place, and it is also the residence of the Fengshen in the world. Hehe...... "The old patriarch smiled as he spoke, and it could be seen that the old patriarch was very happy now.

Ling Yu understood that this was a tribe hundreds of years ago. The closure of the mountain for a hundred years has made their clothing and clothing so weird, and it is estimated that their living conditions are also backward from the outside world. As for that Qingluo Town, it is estimated that it should have been built in the past hundred years, so this "Fengxuan Tribe" has never heard of Qingluo Town. But fortunately, I am still in the mountains of Qingluo, and it is extremely convenient to return to Qingluo Town when the time comes. And this "Fengshen Space" is really strange, it can be used to protect the clan, I have never heard of anyone who can open up an independent space when I was in Qingluo Town! It seems that this tribe is not simple! Ling Yu's heart moved, and he asked curiously: "Why did your tribe close the mountain? When I was in the outside world, I never heard of any major events that had happened near the Qingluo Mountains in the past hundred years." What's going on?"

"It has to start from 500 years ago, and it's a bit time-consuming. Let's go out and see all the clan elders first, they are all your most loyal servants. The old patriarch said with some embarrassment, in fact, the people outside have been waiting for a long time before the gods wake up, and they will be gossiped by others if they have been chatting alone with the "wind spirit" after they wake up, and when the time comes, others will say behind their backs that they have deprived other people of the wind god the right to worship the gods in the name of the patriarch, which is not only not conducive to their future work, but also makes it even worse for the current decaying tribe.

Ling Yu could see that the old patriarch's eyes were a little flustered, absent-minded, and not at all as excited as before, so he agreed to the old patriarch's request: "Okay, you always lead the way." ”

The old patriarch walked in front, and his rickety back reminded Ling Yu of Old Geng, and the stubborn old man who was half a head taller than himself. Ling Yu didn't know that he was missing, except for Geng Lao and Uncle Sanqiu, there would be no one to worry about him, he was a little lost now, because this was not a place he was familiar with, he was like an outsider. He wanted to return to Qingluo Town, participate in his competition well, and walk to the peak of his life step by step. But not yet, he still has to go out to face a group of old men, and he has to act as a tribal god, although he just wants to simply become a strong man, even though he is only twenty years old.

Soon, they walked out of the Sacred Sect Temple, and Ling Yu saw more than a dozen old men and women standing straight, like pines and cypresses, but they looked a little weird, there was no vicissitudes of old age on the faces of these old men, some just firm expressions, and some just bright eyes. Some of them were crippled, but they stood firm and resolute with the support of others, without superfluous movements, only fanatical looks, only the determination to abandon everything for the sake of the God of faith. Due to the gaze of these old men, Ling Yu felt so stressed that he didn't even notice that there was a sun overhead, and the environment here was no different from the outside world.

The old patriarch introduced the elders present to Ling Yu one by one, and Ling Yu also shook hands with them one by one, especially those old people who lacked arms and legs, and Ling Yu also hugged them one by one. These old men are basically in their old age, and these ancestors, who are mysterious and unfathomable in front of the juniors in the clan on weekdays, are now happy to be like newborn babies, and zero contact with the gods they have believed in all their lives is of course the most worthy topic of conversation in these people's lives.

"Alright, alright, I still have something to report to the gods, so you can go back to your own house if you have nothing to do. After Ling Yu had completed the first thing as an incarnation deity, the old patriarch had let those fanatical old men disperse.

"Now let's talk about 500 years ago. Ling Yu was already a little impatient, he had heard a little about the events of five hundred years ago, but he didn't know what it had to do with this "Fengxuan Tribe".

Once asked, Ling Yu had a general understanding of the ups and downs of five hundred years ago, as well as the bloody and murderous years when the wind and clouds also changed color.

(Those things from 500 years ago were just about to happen...... ）

(To be continued)