Five minutes later.

"Bang!"

Cheng Han descended from the sky, landed steadily, and stepped on a spider web-like prey under his feet.

This is due to the fact that the impact force is transferred to the ground.

If you look closely, you can see that the crack is actually in the shape of a sheep's horn.

This represents a very high level of control, and it is also a deliberate trace.

Cheng Han did not continue to move forward, but looked at the totem pole.

This place is only a kilometer away from the tribe, and you can clearly see the appearance of the totem pole.

This huge wooden pillar sits on the top of a hill.

Large and small wooden houses are built around totem poles, and the higher the status, the closer the residence is to the totem pole.

The lower part of the totem pole is painted with blue paint and many patterns that resemble sheep's horns.

The upper part of the totem pole is carved with a pattern in relief, and the surface is all painted in a vivid emerald green.

That is - a thorny strip covered with spikes.

Cheng Han muttered softly, "Is this the source of the 'Thorn Tribe'?" ”

The name of this tribe is exactly - Thorns.

Furthermore.

One more point worth noting.

The claw pattern looks a little mottled, the paint has fallen off in many places, or the paint has become much duller.

This is the result of a long period of experience of wind and rain, and the baptism of years.

But the paint with the thorn pattern seems to have just been brushed on, without the slightest sign of fading, and there is not even dust on the surface.

No doubt.

This is because of extraordinary power.

A glimmer of light flashed in Cheng Han's eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose: "This is actually a thing that inherits the mystical law, it's really interesting!" ”

He could see at a glance that the totem pole contained a mystical technique to control thorns.

Of course.

According to the Qingyang clan, it is the power of totem.

Cheng Han glanced at it a few times and commented: "Compared with the Xuanyin of the Wanhao clan, the fineness of the power of the totem is indeed a lot inferior. ”

The last few months.

He has traveled to many small worlds and come into contact with several different races, and only then did he deeply realize how great the mystical system established by the ancestors of the Wanhao clan was.

Compared to many races.

The physical fitness of ordinary people of the Wanhao clan can be described as "weak".

However, it has nine divine emperors, His Majesty, and has become a powerful clan with a great reputation, and this set of mystic system has contributed a lot.

At this moment.

Cheng Han stared at the giant pillar for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "I understand!" ”

His gaze twitched as he looked at the sky above the tribe.

I saw two blackbirds, hovering back and forth above the tribe.

One of their wings flickered a few times from time to time.

This is undoubtedly a warning method.

"Wow! Pump! ”

A clear cry came from the sky.

Cheng Han smiled slightly and muttered, "The time has come for the prince to appear." ”

After all that is said.

A strange wave swelled up in his body.

This is the power of totem.

After a few glances, he had already cracked the mystery, not only fully mastered the power of the totem, but also reached a higher level.

No.

More than just one layer.

It's several layers.

Cheng Han raised his right hand unhurriedly and made a "virtual hold" shape.

The illusory image of a thorn condenses from the palm of the hand.

However, the illusion is vague, and the form is not stable, fluctuating a few times from time to time.

This is a flaw in the power of the tribal inheritance totem.

But that's okay.

Cheng Han's heart moved, and he adjusted his extraordinary strength slightly.

The illusion of thorns stopped fluctuating, and the image became much clearer.

"Wow! Pump! ”

The bird's cry became more rapid.

Obviously.

The blackbird instinctively sensed the crisis.

Cheng Han didn't hesitate any longer, waved his right arm straight and made a throwing posture.

The illusory thorns rose sharply into the sky, pointing in the direction of the two blackbirds.

They were frightened and quickly flapped their wings and swooped down as fast as they could.

However.

Too late.

The thorns flickered suddenly, bizarrely divided into two, each in the shape of a "spear".

This is a thorn gun.

The two guns flashed and hit the Blackbird with precision.

The latter's body stiffened, and his body could no longer move a single cent.

Countless slender thorn threads appeared out of thin air and burrowed into their bodies.

A second later.

They are surrounded by thorns, and they become thorn birds.

"Whew! Call! ”

The thorn bird flicked its wings vigorously and actually flew again.

Below.

Small squares around the totem poles.

A large exclamation rang out.

Just now, a group of Qingyang people heard the warning and rushed out, but they happened to see this scene.

They thought that the blackbird would be killed, but they turned into a thorn bird.

This is a totemic power beyond their understanding.

Then.

Cheng Han raised his head and raised his chest and shouted decisively:

"Me.

"Pheasant.

"Returning from death!"

Every word, like thunder from the sky, fluttered into the tribe and clearly entered the ears of every Qingyang person.

Subsequently.

A mutation has occurred.

"Buzz!"

The towering totem pole suddenly resonated.

Each thorn pattern on the surface of the giant pillar then emitted a faint green light.

Another moment.

The anomaly is big.

The thorn pattern slowly wriggled as if it had come to life, as if it wanted to extend from the giant pillar.

Cheng Han immediately noticed this scene and couldn't help but let out a "huh".

It was an unexpected sight.

He immediately came to his senses: "This should be the totem pole that sensed the power of a rather pure totem and spontaneously resonated." ”

Cheng Han chuckled: "The totem pole is the spiritual symbol of the tribe, and this anomaly is the highest level of recognition, and it is also the recognition of the prince's revenge." ”

He was still a little proud in his heart: "Even if a god general does not have a deep understanding of the field of life, he will not be able to do this." ”

The totem pole is a sacred relic of the Qingyang tribe, and it naturally has a mysterious connection with the spirit of the Qingyang people, and it is impossible to respond to the response of a foreign race.

This is enough to show that his transformation methods are very clever.

Even the totem pole was deceived and completely treated him as his own.

on a small square.

A group of green sheep people were all stunned.

Because in the past few decades, there has never been such a vision of totem poles.

The invisible split immediately followed.

Some of the Qingyang people, seeing that the second elder and the first line had successfully ascended to the throne, and the great elder died so much that he could no longer die, he had already acquiesced to the result in his heart.

But the strange appearance of the wooden pheasant, and the totem pole appeared, causing them to be seriously shaken in their hearts.

The other part of the Qingyang people is the diehard loyalist of the Second Elder, and they also participated in the battle to encircle and suppress the Great Elder's faction, and there is no way to retreat at all.

Faced with the vision of the totem pole, their faces were very ugly.

This scene simply told the Qingyang people of the entire tribe that the totem poles did not approve of their actions, let alone the superiority of the second elder.

The other side.

Cheng Han muttered: "Since it is the prince's revenge, of course he has to kill people fiercely!" ”

He glanced at the Thorn Bird and gave an order with his mind: "Let them taste the wrath of the prince!" ”

"Wow!"

The screams were louder.

The two thorn birds turned around and swooped down towards the crowd.

Cheng Han glanced at the giant pillar again, and suddenly had an idea: "This thing has accumulated a lot of strength, and these Qingyang people won't use it, so I'm welcome." ”

"Buzz!"

The totem pole shook again.

The thorn pattern emitted a greater glimmer.

The next moment.

Countless points of light were freed up, and they instantly condensed into two thorn birds of light, and pounced straight on a group of Qingyang people.

Cheng Han smiled: "The totem pole helped this prince take revenge, I see which Qingyang person dares to resist." ”

Exactly as expected.

The appearance of the Thorn Bird of Light made the exclamation even louder.

Many Qingyang people retreated again and again, putting on an attitude of not participating in this matter.

Even some of the Second Elder's sworn friends were deeply shaken.

Fighting the totem poles, completely against their beliefs.

A few seconds later.

Four thorn birds, swept towards a burly man from different directions.

This person is none other than the Second Elder.

The horns on his forehead are thicker than those of ordinary green sheep people, and a small number of dark lines are naturally displayed on the surface.

Of course.

The word "former" must be added.

This guy's strength is equivalent to that of the Xuanshi of the Wanhao clan.

(End of chapter)