Lanzhou, outside the undercurrent city.

Southern Xinjiang is located at the southern tip of the mainland, and the terrain is mostly mountainous, forested and wasteland. At this time, on the overgrown flat ground, a boat slowly sailed by. The hull was rusty, apparently from some years. The strange thing is that the whole ship is not moving on the ground, but suspended in mid-air, which looks very strange.

On the flying boat, there were several figures sitting cross-legged, led by five middle-aged people in black robes, who were scattered on the edge of the flying boat at this time, forming the shape of a five-pointed star. And in the center, there is a group of people dressed in different clothes.

These people, some old and some young, some wearing gorgeous crowned and noble clothes, and some wearing coarse linen peasant clothes, sat on the flying boat at this time, and their expressions were all nervous.

Among the five middle-aged people, the eyes of the one at the top of the pentagram suddenly opened, and a cloud of black gas flashed in his pupils. He looked at everyone with satisfaction and said, "I have already told you all the rules in the sect in the past few days, if there are disobedient people after entering the sect, don't blame us for being ruthless." "This person is none other than the Shadow Evil.

The people in the center of the flying boat were the ones who had passed the assessment when the Shadow Sect recruited disciples that day. One of them, a young man with a thief's eyebrows and a rather shrewd look, asked cautiously, "My lord, we have been flying for several days, I don't know how long it will take to reach the sect?"

The shadow evil glanced at him, recognized it as Liu San, who had performed well that day, his face softened slightly, and he said, "It's almost there." As outer disciples, you need to live and practice in the outer gate of our Shadow Sect, and when your cultivation reaches the foundation, you can officially step into the core of our Shadow Sect. ”

"Our Shadow Sect is a recognized Demon Dao Sect, and it pays attention to the law of the jungle, so no matter what method you use, you must build a foundation within ten years, otherwise...... Hmph!" Shadow snorted coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent in his eyes.

Everyone was silent, and hurriedly bowed their heads and said yes. In the crowd, a woman dressed in white and wearing a black veil had a hint of worry on her face.

"Father...... Where are you?" Song Muchen sighed lightly. In the past few days, she asked Liu Yong to sneak back to Huacheng to investigate the situation, but what she got was the news that the Song family had fallen and Song Tian was missing. This made her almost faint, if it weren't for the Song family's clansmen who passed on to her to report her safety, I'm afraid she would have been unable to bear it. Still, her father's disappearance left her at a loss.

Song Muchen slowly raised her hand, and at her fingertips, a small green meridian slowly emerged, she sighed lightly and muttered, "Father, wait until I become more powerful in this Shadow Sect...... I'll go looking for you later, and by the way, avenge my Song family!" She showed persistence in her eyes, and Song Tian's disappearance made her mature a lot overnight.

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In the Blood Barbarian Branch, in a room, Fang Yan was sitting cross-legged, and blood flashed on his body from time to time.

A loud bang came from Fang Yan's body, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid qi, and the three blood orifices in his body, Zigong, Guan Chong, and Shenque quickly rotated, and a trace of vigorous qi and blood came from inside, forming a circulation flowing throughout Fang Yan's body.

"Whew......" he patted his chest tiredly. In this month's time, he finally recovered all the three blood apertures, and his cultivation also returned to the third layer of blood gathering.

The reason why it is so fast is due to Yanshu Tianjiaogong. This skill was extremely domineering, Fang Yan had barely reached the threshold of the first layer for so long, this was due to the fact that the Dao Scar was close to the Fire Dao, otherwise ordinary cultivators would have died because they couldn't withstand the fury of the Yan Dao and the strength when they were cultivating.

But even so, Fang Yan was cautious every time he cultivated, for fear that he would go mad if he didn't pay attention. This time, the burning of qi and blood was not without benefits, those nascent meridians were much tougher than before, Fang Yan had a feeling that his current strength had improved a lot compared to before.

Unfortunately, the giant que and the blood in the body are still empty, and it will take some time to replenish them. However, Fang Yan was already very satisfied.

It is not easy to save one's life with ordinary burning qi and blood, and he can recover so quickly, in addition to the effect of Yanshu Tianjiao Gong, there are ...... Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly and pushed the door open.

A ray of sunlight came from the door, and there was only one ray, for the outside was completely covered with the shadow of a mountain, and it was the corpses of all sorts of wild beasts! Inside, as big as a lion, as small as a hare, it could be said that there were all of them, and on the side of these corpses stood smiling brutes and rough men with nervous expressions.

Since being reprimanded by the old man, this barbarian's attitude can be said to have changed greatly, not only nodding to himself, but also sending a large amount of food every day.

You must know that the fastest way to replenish qi and blood is to eat. If it weren't for these foods, Fang Yan wouldn't have been able to restore his cultivation to the third layer of blood gathering so quickly, but unfortunately the beads in his body didn't react at all, otherwise Fang Yan would have absorbed these flesh and blood and transformed them into his own qi and blood, and he could recover faster, which made Fang Yan feel like he was overwhelmed every time he ate.

And the rough man was obviously more nervous in the face of Fang Yan, after all, he had tied Fang Yan before, which made him feel like crying without tears. You said earlier that you knew the clan father, then I will definitely carry you back with a sedan chair. The rough man thought sadly.

Fang Yan looked at them with a wry smile and said to the barbarian, "Take me to find Forget." When the barbarian man heard this, his spirit suddenly burst, and he nodded respectfully and walked towards the distance.

Along the way, Fang Yan saw many people in the tribe. The people here, both men and women, were dressed in animal skins, and when they saw the barbarian prince, they hurriedly stopped their work and saluted him.

Within this blood barbarian branch, there is a strict hierarchy, and this barbarian duke is similar to a sacrifice, second only to the identity of the prince of the Forgotten clan, and it can be said that one person is below ten thousand people.

Fang Yan also asked why a cultivator would become a tribal prince, but the latter only vaguely said that he had broken in by mistake back then, and he was regarded as a clan prince by the people here, and he thought it was fun and stayed.

These statements are quite reluctant, and Fang Yan has always had doubts about forgetting, the appearance of the other party has always made Fang Yan feel very strange, but now that he is under the fence, it is not good to inquire more.

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After walking for a while, Fang Yan and the others arrived at the residence of Forget, which was a very small stone house, very close to the previous cave. The cave seemed to be a sacred place among the tribes, except for the monthly worship activities like before, it was strictly forbidden for others to enter the rest of the time, and there were several big men guarding the door.

Outside the forgotten house, there were two big men standing, exuding not weak qi and blood power. When they saw the barbarian, they immediately bowed down respectfully.

The barbarian nodded and said something to the two big men in the words here, and the latter nodded again and again, getting up and getting out of the way. The barbarian turned around and replaced it with words that Fang Yan could understand, "My lord, this is the residence of the clan lord." ”

Fang Yan nodded and waved for them to leave. He waited until they were far away before he stepped inside.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, with only a bed and a few chairs. It was quiet inside, and he forgot that he was not at home, which made Fang Yan a little disappointed. He originally wanted to ask about the tribe and find out the details of the tribe by the way, but he often went out, and he was empty most of the time.

"Well, what is this?" At this time, Fang Yan glanced to the side, there was a bright light coming from under the bed that he had forgotten, he squatted down curiously, and a one-meter-wide passage appeared in front of him, and the bright light came from inside.

Fang Yan's heart jumped, why was there still a passage in the forgotten room, he wondered in his heart. Curiosity finally triumphed over caution, and Fang Yan walked into the passage.