After walking forward for about a dozen kilometers, more and more artificially repaired scenes appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The most are stone statues and steles standing everywhere.

Among the stone statues, there are the most gods, each of which is vivid, there are righteous gods, evil gods and demon gods, and some golems still have some residual power of faith.

I'm afraid that some of these people trapped here want to rely on getting in touch with the gods they believe in to find a way out of their predicament.

Judging from the fact that the power of faith is still in the idol, even the gods cannot sense it.

The stone statues further inside, more are depicted with portraits of ordinary people, and some of the stone statues are also placed with flowers.

The stone tablet, interspersed among these stone statues, records the life of a monk.

Needless to say, these steles are tombstones.

It's similar to those stone statues, they are all things used to remember the dead.

Although in Jiang Han's opinion, it is really a little weird, but thinking about it, these are probably unique cultural phenomena that have been formed here for hundreds of years.

Just like the ancient tribal leaders, they also had to use the theory of ghosts and gods to shape the patriarch into the chosen one.

Only by being frightened and convinced can we complete a long-term rule.

Here, the set of ghosts and gods naturally does not work, and the only thing that can be done is to make a fuss on the spiritual level.

"What kind of person!" Just as Jiang Han and the others were walking and watching, several monks suddenly jumped out from the side.

After seeing Kang Mingyuan, he immediately frowned and scolded loudly.

But when they saw that Kang Mingyuan was actually detained by Jiang Han and a few people, they laughed out loud: "Kang Mingyuan, you kid is finally unlucky, this time I see how angry you are!"

As he spoke, one of the monks suddenly said, "Everyone, don't look at Kang Mingyuan's cultivation at the Yuan Infant Stage, the oil and water on his body are very sufficient. In particular, he has a Ten Thousand Wolves Devouring God Formation on him, which is very precious. was set up by him, the ordinary three or five mortal realms are not his opponents at all, you caught him, you can't let go of this formation!"

"Wang Hao, you waste, you dare to stab Lao Tzu in the back!" Kang Mingyuan suddenly scolded: "Don't wait for Lao Tzu to come out, otherwise, you will have to knock out your teeth one by one!"

"Okay!" The man shrugged his shoulders, "I'll wait, but it's a pity that you want to come up with it, it's not easy to talk about." According to the rules of our camp, someone must redeem you, otherwise you will have to fight ten games in the gladiatorial arena. In the gladiatorial arena, no one will be stupid waiting for you to set up the formation!"

This man's simple words revealed a lot of things.

Jiang Han was still curious just now, since this is a place of non-talk, the three major tribes are very peaceful, and they basically don't make indiscriminate killings.

Where did the tombstones and statues at the gate come from, and what caused such a large number of dead?

Now it seems that there are such unwritten unspoken rules between tribes.

It seems that the previous Kang Mingyuan formation was actually to catch the "gladiators"

"Too much nonsense!" Kang Mingyuan knew the origin of Jiang Han and the others, and knew that they did not belong to any tribe, so such rules did not apply.

So in my heart, I didn't have too much to worry about.

He waved his hand and said, "Take us to the patriarch!"

"Okay!" Without any questioning, the monks turned and walked in the direction of the tribe.

Jiang Han and the others were also happy and relaxed, followed behind, and soon, they saw a city wall made of huge stones.

This city wall is not too high, nor does it have any formation blessings, and the symbolic meaning is greater than the meaning of defense.

After all, the demon beasts active here all have a certain amount of spiritual intelligence.

Nearly a thousand Yuan Infant Mortal Realm existents gathered, I am afraid that even the big Jiao that Jiang Han saw before did not dare to approach, and the city wall had no meaning of existence at all.

Not only that, but even the gate is guarded by only one person.

Seeing Jiang Han and the others coming, he just squinted his eyes and looked at them, but he didn't come forward to interrogate and investigate, but let Jiang Han and a few people enter the tribe.

Of course, it is a tribe, and with the construction ability of these cultivators, the scale of the entire tribe is almost the same as that of a small city.

Passing through the city gates, several monks took off into the air and flew towards the tallest building in the center of the tribe.

Jiang Han and the others naturally followed, still carrying Kang Mingyuan with a long knife.

During the flight, Jiang Han looked down at his feet and saw that there were many shops on both sides of the street, although they also made a lot of shops decently.

But on the streets, there are almost no people wandering.

There are many people who sit on the recliners at the door of the shops and take a nap, basking in the sun, looking like they are living in old age.

"These people, their spirits are already decadent, and they are no different from the living dead!" Fan Xinghuo shook his head: "In such a state, let alone finding a way out, it is probably difficult to maintain cultivation without regression!"

"Hey!" Kang Mingyuan was carried by Qian Changdao, and he didn't feel ashamed, but smiled: "This is also one of the most peculiar effects here." Bound by the power of the rules here, although it is difficult to make an inch of cultivation progress, it is impossible to go backwards!"

When Jiang Han and Fan Xinghuo heard this, they glanced at each other and shook their heads at each other, but it was difficult to say anything else.

All the rules here seem to exist to consume the human mind.

Although there are monsters rampant, it seems that there are a lot of tempering.

But in fact, it is even more frustrating, because no matter how many monsters are hunted and how many treasures are obtained, it will not have any effect.

The entire tribal center, the tallest building, is a pagoda with a height of more than 30 meters.

This pagoda is not made of stone, but of a magic weapon.

Presumably, the owner of the magic weapon is undoubtedly the patriarch here.

There was no greeting, it was purely as if he had entered his own home, and the few monks who led the way directly brought Jiang Han into the pagoda.

On the throne of the palace, a middle-aged man in black armor is holding his cheek with one hand and flipping through an ancient book.

On the small table next to it, there is also a cup of steaming tea, which looks very comfortable.

Needless to say, this person is naturally the patriarch of this tribe.

Seeing Jiang Han and the others coming in, the patriarch hummed in confusion, and then got up and put down the ancient book in his hand: "What's the matter, Kang Mingyuan, you were arrested?"

"Patriarch Mingjian!" Kang Mingyuan arched his hand, counting it as a salute: "It's true that I've been arrested, but it's not the people in the tribe who captured me, but outsiders!"

"What!" Kang Mingyuan's words came out, and the entire hall was shocked.

Even the monks who led the way before, looking at Jiang Han's eyes, had undergone some changes.

"Outsiders?" the patriarch took a step forward, his eyes widening like copper bells: "Kang Mingyuan, do you know what you're talking about!"

Although it was Kang Mingyuan's name, the patriarch's eyes were always on Jiang Han and the others.

Jiang Han smiled faintly: "This kind of thing, naturally there is no need to cheat." We just entered here today, and we only found out that this place is a cave!"

"Sure enough!" the patriarch opened his mouth, "It's been ten years since someone last came in here. It's okay, it's okay, you will be the first to come to our tribe, that is, the people of our tribe, how about it, about the situation here, I think Kang Mingyuan should have already mentioned it to you!"

"It's already been said!" Kang Mingyuan immediately said: "But like everyone else, these people have some other ideas......

"That's normal!" the patriarch laughed, "Everyone who just entered here feels that they are different and have unique skills to leave. But after more than ten years of tossing, it's almost the same......"

After speaking, the patriarch glanced at Jiang Han and the others, and said, "According to the rules, if you enter our tribe first, you will be the people of our tribe." I don't ask where you come from, and I don't care what you're here for, but before you leave here, you're a member of our tribe!"

"What if I don't!" Fan Xinghuo said angrily: "Don't you like to leave us!"

"That's not what I meant!" The patriarch was good-tempered, as if he didn't hear the anger in Fanxinghuo's words at all, but patiently explained: "What I'm talking about is just your identity, whether you admit it or not. You've been a part of us since you stepped here, and of course it's just a name, it's just a name to distinguish your identity, and as for what you want to do, no one will restrain you!"

Hearing the patriarch's words, several monks who led the way echoed and smiled: "We all know your thoughts. But no one who comes here will be appointed. If you want to toss, just go, just wait for you to die, remember to come back here. Because your identity belongs here, if you go to other tribes, you will be captured as slaves!"

Another monk said, "Among the people who entered here last time, there was one who had been tossing for twenty-four years and had not given up. I suggest you talk to her and share your experiences with each other, so that you can make it easier sooner. ”

After speaking, the man stretched out his hand and threw a map into Jiang Han's hand: "You can know the specific things when you meet." For the rest, we don't bother to explain!"

Jiang Han was not polite to them, reached out and took out the map, and glanced at it.

I found that the place marked on it was only a few kilometers away from this tribe.

It appears to be a small settlement, distinct from the outside of the tribe.

Jiang Han can probably deduce in his heart that the meaning of the existence of this kind of place is specially prepared for "newcomers" like Jiang Han and them.