However, the power of the sun is the power of the sun, which is a qualitative transformation, with incomparably mysterious characteristics, and can absorb the power of the sun in the sky at any time and at any time.

All the light around Zhang Bairen contracted, and the vision disappeared without a trace, but Zhang Bairen stood there, but it gave people a feeling that it was like a high sun above the nine heavens, and the mighty and mighty was surrounded by all beings, looking down on the world.

At a glance, it is not a human being who stands there, but a great sun above the nine heavens, which can not only nourish all things for a long time, but also can be thousands of miles away, and its power is supreme!

"Mr. Xiao is awake!" Seeing Zhang Bairen wake up, Nalan Jing trotted over, her eyes full of smiles.

The coat and hat on his head were removed, and at this time, all the light around Zhang Bairen disappeared, but the artistic conception was still there.

"When will those alien masters and Central Plains masters arrive?" Zhang Bairen took the hot bun handed by Nalan Jing and chewed it slowly.

"Monk Faming said that it will be postponed for three or five days" Nalan Jing had a crying and laughing expression on her face.

"Why?" Zhang Bairen frowned.

"Shuffle!" Nalan Jing drank water: "The arrival of the strong people from all walks of life in the Central Plains infringes on the interests of all races, how can the major tribes tolerate it? Moreover, the masters of the Central Plains also have the idea of kicking the alien race out, so the two sides ambushed each other halfway, and kept shooting to block and kill, fighting methods, delaying time. ”

"Two or three days is just an estimate, and the Yang God True Person can arrive within the movement of his thoughts!" Zhang Bairen carried his palm, looked at the starlight in the sky with a pair of eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

"What are the plans of the little gentleman, are we just waiting here?" said Nalan quietly.

Zhang Bairen was lying in the desert, the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, and he looked at the Big Dipper in the sky: "Hundreds of thousands of people in the ancient country of Loulan died unjustly, and after a hundred years of underground burial, what kind of terrifying resentment is this? ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Bairen said: "Do you know the art of organs?"

Nalan Jing shook his head: "There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry." Cultivators are the most taboo and unsophisticated. The cultivation is still so difficult, where is there time to delve into other things. ”

Zhang Bairen was silent for a while: "I knew that I would have brought Taiying here! There must be many organs in the ancient country of Loulan, if you and I rush in, we will not be able to get benefits." ”

"Let's sleep! The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, as long as the time comes, there will be a way!" Nalan Jing revealed two large pear vortices, and Zhang Bairen's heart beat a little faster.

There was nothing to say all night, everyone thought about their own thoughts, and looked at the black hole in the big pit, but no one dared to enter for a long time.

The treasure is at the foot, but everyone is empty and there is no way to defend the treasure mountain.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

The sound of camel bells broke the silence in the desert, and from a distance, dozens of camels walked in the desert, as if they had experienced a long journey, wilting and drooping in the sun.

"It's the Turks!I didn't expect the Turks to arrive first!" said Monk Faming and sat up.

"Aren't you from the Turkic gang? What are you nervous about?" Zhang Bairen felt inexplicable.

Fa Ming smiled bitterly: "It's the people from the Western Turks who came. ”

The relationship between the Western Turks and the Eastern Turks is like that between South Korea and North Korea, so it's no wonder that Monk Faming is not nervous!

Zhang Bairen nodded, sat at the door of the tent, ate pastries and watched a group of Western Turks approach.

A group of dozens of people, all covered with animal skins and various bone ornaments, looked no different from the Turks.

The Western Turks were the closest to this place, and there were no obstacles on the way, so it was only natural that they should have been here first.

At this time, more than 200 men on the ground sat up one after another, holding the scimitar at their waist in their palms, and their faces were nervously guarded.

The leading three did not ride camels, but walked barefoot in the desert, and the hot yellow sand did not seem to disturb their emotions.

Behind the three men was a priest with a slightly old face, holding a bone staff in his hand, sitting on a camel and looking at the crowd from afar.

On the camel behind sat a Turkic warrior, looking at everyone with a serious face.

A pair of eyes scanned the audience, and his eyes fell on Zhang Bairen's body, looking at Zhang Bairen in a black robe, he smiled lightly, his words were very skillful, and he said in a straight and round manner: "Little brother, wearing black clothes in broad daylight will only make people hotter." ”

"Really?" Zhang Bairen stuffed the pastry into his mouth unhurriedly.

One of the big men was about to step forward, but he only heard the priest say: "General Damanshu, don't make trouble!"

"Foggy Valley Sacrifice" Daman Tree froze when he heard this, and turned to look at the sacrifice.

The priest shook his head and said unhurriedly: "You go to camp and set up camp, I will talk to this little brother, for some reason, I feel quite close after seeing this little gentleman." ”

"Sacrifice to adults, what kind of tent to build, just grab it, there is no need to have ready-made, you actually have to build your own ....... ”

"Shut up, what did the Khan say before he came out?, everything is under my command, haven't you forgotten?" the Fog Valley Priest looked coldly at the other general and scolded.

Hearing this, the three generals, you look at me, I look at you, and turned to greet the Turkic warriors behind them with unwilling faces: "Don't get off your horse yet, and prepare to build a camp." ”

"I'm with Luo Dali, others call me the Foggy Valley Sacrifice, I don't know what Mr. Little is called?" The old priest's face was full of smiles.

"With Luo Dali, this is a big clan in the Western Turks!" Nalan Jing said in a low voice across the tent.

Hearing the sound in the tent, the Foggy Hollow Priest glanced towards the tent and quietly withdrew his gaze.

"Bairen!" Zhang Bairen put down the pastry in his hand: "I thought you would clear the field after the Western Turks came!"

"Clearing?" Foggy Valley was stunned for a moment, and then praised again and again: "This word is used appropriately, we are not stupid, how can we do that kind of thankless thing, there are a mixture of dragons and snakes here, not only my Western Turks, but also the Eastern Turks, Middle Earth masters, Tuhun and so on, how can we not be fools to offend people casually." ”

"Why is the sacrifice close to me?" Zhang Bairen looked at the Foggy Valley sacrifice.

"Sir is the son of the sun, it is the sun descending to earth! Seeing Mr. Xiao, the old man seems to feel the coming of the sun, you are the reincarnation of the god of the sun, as long as Mr. Xiao is willing to follow me back to the Western Turks, you are my god son of the Western Turks, all sacrifices must be prostrate at your feet, even the Western Turk Khan must obey your orders" The eyes of the Foggy Valley sacrifice burst out with a touch of fire that ordinary people could not detect.

Zhang Bairen was stunned for a moment, what the hell did he say to Luo Dali? What kind of god son? What kind of kneeling down?

"You are the heir of the sun, in your body is the old man feels the will of the sun, as long as you are willing to break away from the Han family, you are the supreme god son of my Western Turks, and all the resources of the Western Turkic tribe are at your disposal" Foggy Valley Sacrifice stared at Zhang Bairen with a pair of eyes, his eyes full of fanaticism.

"What kind of son of the sun, I don't know much!" Zhang Bairen wondered, the old man's gaze gave him goosebumps.

"The old man remembers that one of you was originally called by a scholar: Qu Yuan. Qu Yuan wrote a poem, and there was a sentence that said: "Emperor Gaoyang's Miao Descendant" and "Foggy Valley Sacrifice Dao."

"There is a man named Qu Yuan, does it have anything to do with me?" Zhang Bairen said.

"Qu Yuan is a descendant of the sun, you are also a descendant of the sun, you and Qu Yuan have the same blood in their bodies, that is the blood of the sun!"

"What and what! I don't understand it at all, it's inexplicable!" Zhang Bairen rolled his eyes.

Hearing this, the Foggy Valley Priest said a string of Turkic words impatiently, looked at Zhang Bairen's hairy eyes, and scratched his head helplessly: "The old man has limited vocabulary for Chinese, and he can't understand it, in short, you have to know that your bloodline is very noble!"

"As a man from the Han family, how can I devote myself to the den of thieves! Please go back to the sacrifice!" Zhang Bairen didn't bother to pay attention to this guy who didn't understand words.

Hearing this, the priest smiled bitterly and scratched his head: "You will understand one day, and I will definitely make you understand." ”

After saying that, the Foggy Hollow priest turned around and left with high morale.

"What does this sacrifice mean?" Zhang Bairen walked into the big tent and looked at Nalan Jing and Monk Fa Ming in the tent.

Nalan Jing shook his head, and Monk Faming looked at Zhang Bairen with a complicated expression.