What a terrible world it is!

They divide people into three, six, nine, and so on, and those at the highest level are able to fully enjoy the material and spiritual supply, and then as the level decreases, the supply begins to decrease; People at the lowest level, usually they receive only barely enough material energy to sustain their lives, and the spiritual supply is almost zero......

Although this world is terrifying, it is still a world composed of people, which is like the world where Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei are now, there are not even individuals.

No one does not mean that this world is desolate, this world is full of life, full of lush towering trees and all kinds of animals and plants that Yang Xin has never seen. Moreover, the aura here is unusually rich and active, taking a breath of the aura of heaven and earth here, Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei actually have a feeling of being reborn.

Yang Xin faintly had a very bad feeling. In order to get first-hand information, Yang Xin simply summoned a somersault cloud and flew for a long time before finally finding a person, or a tribe.

"For the Horde?" Yang Xin smacked his lips, and the somersault cloud fell. When Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei got off the somersault cloud and entered this tribe, they found that this tribe was miserable.

There are quite a few people in the tribe, a tribe of about a thousand people, but there are only about a hundred and so adult strong men, but they are all wounded, and they are all seriously injured, dozens of them are about to die, not to mention the living environment of the tribe, and the rural farming circle is cleaner than this tribe.

The people of the tribe saw Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei falling from the clouds, struggling to get up and salute, Yang Xin hurriedly stopped, and at the same time took out the jade net bottle snatched from the world view Shiyin of "Journey to the West", lit a drop of water in the jade net bottle with a willow branch and shook it, and this drop of water turned into mist and fell on this group of sturdy adult men.

The injuries on the bodies of the sturdy men were being healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a few moments, everyone was healed.

"Thank you, Immortal." This group of sturdy men collectively thanked them.

"Where is your leader?" Yang Xin asked.

"Immortal Chief, Dongyi offended my great business, and my Aoki tribe sent troops to resist Dongyi on the order of Dongbohou, and the leader died when he fought against the Dongyi army." A slightly older man among the sturdy men stepped forward and said.

When the words Dongyi, Dashang, and Dongbohou appeared in Yang Xin's ears, Yang Xin had a slight guess.

"Dong Bohou, but that Jiang Chuhuan?" Yang Xin asked.

"Don't dare to say the real name of Dong Bohou." The man replied.

"Eight or nine is not far from ten, this should be the world of the "God List"." Thinking of this, Yang Xin straightened his toothache, the world of gods is full of immortals, immortals are not as good as dogs, and there are saints in this world.

Yang still has a hint of luck in his confidence, in case this is the Shang and Zhou era in the official history. Later, this slightly mature man introduced Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei into the cleanest and most noble house in the tribe and talked with Yang Xin in detail.

After a detailed discussion, Yang Xin's heart was completely cold, this is indeed the world of the "Fengshen List", Yang Xin even guessed that this is the world of the desolation at all, but it is just at the moment of the battle of the gods, strictly speaking, it is not right, at this time, the big businessman Wang is Emperor Yi, that is, Di Xin is the king of the gods, and there are still decades before the battle of the gods.

At the thought of the saint, Yang Xin's scalp went numb.

"No, we have to integrate into this world quickly." After Yang Xin thought of this, he looked at the person in his eyes, and said in his heart: "The leader of the Aoki tribe has passed away, do you choose your own leader, or wait for Dongbohou to send someone to come and take the leader." ”

"Of course, it's a self-chosen leader, and a small tribe like me Aoki doesn't even have the qualifications to become the most basic barony, and it can't get into the eyes of the Eastern Bohou at all."

Yang Xin chatted with the person in front of him again, and roughly understood the political system of the Yin Shang era, and also understood the origin of the eight hundred princes when King Wu was defeated.

In the Yin Shang era, the vast majority of them were tribal systems, and a few people or even dozens of people could be called a small tribe, and after a long period of development, these small tribes gradually elected a leader, and this leader became a prince.

The state of Zhou, instead of being called a country, should be called a tribe called "Zhou", and it was a relatively large tribe at that time, while Shang was the largest tribe at that time, that is, the nominal co-lord of the world.

For example, the Aoki tribe is considered a middle-upper tribe among the small tribes, although this tribe is nominally under the jurisdiction of the Eastern Bohou, but it is only in name. To tell the truth, it is to let the East Bohou take care of it, and people are too lazy to care, and the place where the fart is bigger, it can't enter the eyes of the East Bohou at all, maybe when the Aoki tribe is promoted to the barony, it can only enter the eyes of the East Bohou, of course, it is also very much in the eyes of others.

Barony, at least a hundred miles in radius, in the present world, even the standard of a county town is not enough, and the Aoki tribe, said that the township is a little raised, this is really not in the eyes of others, Dong Bohou is known as the head of the eight hundred princes of Yin Shang, the territory spans most of the current Hebei, Henan and Shandong small parts, you are not even a township in a big place, why should people look up at you.

Yang Xin took a fancy to this, and the more low-key Yang Xin was at this time, the better.

"Since your leader is dead, why don't I be your leader?" Yang Xin asked quietly.

"Really?" The man was overjoyed.

Immortal Chief, in this era, there is also a name - "Inhuman", but any tribe with Inhumans will grow into big tribes, such as Fuxi, Shennong and other tribes, isn't it that there are Inhumans as leaders.

"Seriously!" Yang Xin nodded.

"Qingshu, meet the leader." Immediately the man bowed his head and bowed.

"What's the matter, your name is Qingshu, don't tell me your surname is Song." Yang Xin said in surprise.

Next, Yang Xin regretted that he shouldn't have asked this question. Qingshu, that is, the person in front of him is indeed not surnamed Song, nor is he surnamed Qing, he is surnamed Jiang, and then he explained to Yang Xin for a long time about the surname and other issues, and Yang Xin was dizzy when he explained.

After Qingshu reported that Yang Xin became the leader, he was warmly welcomed by all the tribesmen, and Yang Xin could treat serious injuries with a wave of his hand, and the tribesmen all raised their hands to welcome Yang Xin as the leader, at least, whether it was hunting or fighting in the future, my mother would no longer have to worry about being seriously injured and dying.

With a wave of his hand, Yang Xin directly demolished all the so-called buildings in the tribe, and then built exquisite and gorgeous houses with wooden shelters and distributed them to them, and then with a wave of his hand, all kinds of wine and food appeared.

The natives of the wilderness have never seen this, and in a short time they will have a round belly and a drunken heart.

At this time, Yang Xin pulled Ming Yanwei to first catch livestock such as pigs, cows, and sheep around the tribe, and then after grabbing these animals back to the tribe, Yang Xin began to slaughter them and burn incense to sacrifice.

In order to integrate into this world, Yang Xin also fought hard, of course, it was also a temptation. The portraits of Yang Xin burning incense and sacrificing include the saints of the Three Qing Dynasty, Nuwa Niangniang, the Pingxin Niangniang of the Difu, the Three Emperors of Huoyun Palace, etc., and even Yang Xin, the ancestor of Hongjun Dao, burned incense and sacrificed.

The two saints of the West, Yang Xin is very entangled, don't burn incense and sacrifice, these two saints of the West, especially the quasi-Taoist people, will give you a sentence, "Do Taoist friends look down on me in the West?" "If you kill yourself, you'll lose.

Burn incense and sacrifice, that quasi-Taoist will give you a sentence "Taoist friends have a fate with me in the West", and it will be troublesome to get yourself to the West.

Yang Xin struggled for a long time, and finally decided to burn incense and sacrifice, okay, Yang Xin admitted that he was from the heart, but in the face of saints and strong people to maintain a certain degree of respect, how can the things of cultivators be said from the heart?

However, what is very strange is that whether it is the Eastern Sanqing, or the Western Two Sages, as well as Nuwa Niangniang, the Pingxin Niangniang of the Difu, the incense in front of their portraits, no matter how Yang Xin can light it.

Yang Xin was taken aback, and felt that in the dark, there were countless eyes watching him, Yang Xin felt a chill from the bottom, and subconsciously prepared to escape.

In the end, it was the incense in front of the portrait of the Three Emperors of Huoyun Cave that was lit, and Yang Xin faintly heard a chuckle in his ears: "What a cunning boy." ”