Chapter 272: The Wasteland of the Sky

At the beginning, these four people were all hawks who supported the tribe to take the initiative to contact the Magic Valley and trade with it. Priest Win naturally didn't have a good impression of them, but now the entire tribe has fallen into the most embarrassing situation, and the originally inconspicuous half-step real person cultivation has now become the most important core combat power, maybe they still have other thoughts, but this old man, who has never been strong, has never thought about what to do to them.

"Who?"

"Murong Yan!"

"Who?!"

Priest Ying looked at the stunned faces of the four of them, and said slowly: "Although you have never been to this world, you should also know how dangerous this world is......! ”

"This ......"

The four of them looked at each other, the one with slightly blue hair among them, and the eldest one had to stand up, "Priest Win, she just killed Priest Ye of our tribe, how can you invite her to ......?!"

"Because, the old man really doesn't have the confidence to protect you......"

The old man lowered his head gloomily, from martial arts to secret canon witchcraft, from the yellow order to the heavenly level, he should have everything in his mind, since he took over the inheritance scepter of the tribe from the hands of the previous priest, he inherited his lifelong withering glory skills, this magical exercise gave him the ability to remember and forget, so that the winning priest naturally became the inheritor of the tribe. In his eyes, the continuation of the tribe is the most important, and everything else is secondary.

It is precisely because his skills are inherited from the empowerment that he does not have the combat power to match the real human realm at all.

Half a day ago, if it weren't for Lu Yu and Murong Yan who "helped" him block a blow by mistake, I am afraid that the entire Witch God Tribe has already broken off the most important inheritance, although the Witch God Tribe still backs up the most core inheritance in the Qinglu Secret Land, but now they can't go back at all!

"This ......"

After listening to the old man's words, these four half-step real masters finally sobered up a little and finally couldn't speak.

For the world they came to, the Witch God Tribe has only been to Lord Taizhu and several other Great Witch Lords, and after returning from this world, they can all bring back many precious things, from the Heavenly Rank Ore to the blood-drenched corpses of desolate beasts, to the thousand-year-old medicinal herbs, and even the martial arts!

What shocked Priest Ying the most was that the martial arts brought back by these Venerable Masters were written in the words of the Alliance Continent!

Although there are differences in some subtleties, such as the different names of some acupuncture points, the different names of some meridians, or the different choice of words and sentences, it is absolutely no problem to read and understand and even read thoroughly!

Priest Ying still clearly remembers that when he had just received the scepter of the previous tribal inheritor, the first time he came into contact with these core secrets in the tribe, and the first time he received the secret tips of the exercises of other worlds from the hands of Lord Taizhu, the shock that emerged from the bottom of his heart finally understood why for thousands of years, the tribe has become stronger and stronger, and there are more and more peerless real people emerging, and there are even four delusion-breaking Venerables in the tribe!

Now that I think about it, except for Lord Taizhu, the other three Great Wuzhu all appeared in the same era, that is, more than five hundred years ago, I think it was the strong people before the tribe who had some adventures in this world, right?

Just as Priest Win frowned, flipping through the records and books about this world left by the tribal predecessors in his mind for thousands of years, he saw a woman in white walking in from outside with a cold face, "Someone is coming!"

"Oh?"

On the old man's seal, the flickering light of the unusually complex and exquisite pattern that looked no more than the size of a thumb dimmed, and the old face of the priest also raised, without a hint of surprise, "It should be heading east, right?"

Murong Yan said expressionlessly: "Yes!"

"Let's go!"

The old man straightened out the somewhat shabby long fur on his body, and the scepter in his hand knocked on the ground, and suddenly the clansmen in the entire cave hall were quiet, he looked at the four half-step real martial artists beside him, and said directly: "The four of you organize, we are leaving here!"

"Whoa!"

Without mentioning anything more about recommending the old man as Lord Taizhu, the four of them obediently took the order and left, integrating nearly a thousand clansmen in the huge underground cave and preparing to leave here.

......

On this continent, the Skyfall Wasteland has existed for nearly 10,000 years. Over the past 10,000 years, in many other places on this continent, the vicissitudes of life have been constantly changing, some deserts have turned into grasslands, and some prosperous empires have turned into ancient ruins that are inaccessible in the forest.

Only the Fallen Wasteland has never changed.

No matter how much wind and sand it blows, it seems that it has not had any impact on its landform, and on this continent, whether it is the western steppe or the eastern empire, there are legends that the ancient Tianluo Wasteland is the most beautiful place in the world, and it is also the place where the gods live.

As for the wasteland beneath your feet, what kind of gods once lived......

The curious Yang Xiaorui didn't know, he asked many elders in the caravan, but no one knew. In the morning, this wasteland was still very refreshing, but when the scorching sun in the sky almost scorched the land, Yang Xiaorui, who felt that the water all over his body had been steamed dry, the trace of curiosity in his heart was also steamed.

Take a step and count the time, he has been waiting for the leader to announce a break, in that case, he can immediately set up a tent, shade the sun overhead, drink a few sips of water, eat something to rest-

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, the white-eyed eagle above his head let out two cries, one long and one short, and immediately, the entire caravan of more than three hundred people rioted, Yang Xiaorui looked dazed, and before he could react, the clan uncle next to him grabbed him and protected him behind him, almost at the same time, a long howl came from the center of the caravan, "Quiet!

"Second, second uncle, isn't it a sand bandit?"

Watching the guards of the entire caravan gather towards the front of the team, Yang Xiaorui's heart was worried, and his scalp was numb, while the second uncle, who had dark skin and a weathered face around him, had a calm face, squinting his eyes at the team that appeared in the northwest direction, "It doesn't look like it, it feels like a migrating tribe......

Yang Xiaorui's second uncle felt a little strange in his heart, this was already the hinterland of the Tianluo Wasteland, and there was another war between several large tribes in the northwestern steppe? But even so, they wouldn't want to move across the entire wasteland to the Great Su Empire, right?

Except for the occasional human being in the marginal areas, there is no way to live in the central hinterland!

Because, even if there is a Luoyuan Array that can make drinking water, there is no way to grow live food crops on this barren land, there are almost no demon beasts, and there are no other naturally produced plants that can be eaten.

"Who are you?"

With a shout from afar, a squad leader of the caravan escort led his men to the front of the team coming from the northwest, and then all six of them froze.

It's not because of the sudden appearance of several powerful masters, but because of a woman.

The moment he saw her, the squad leader's head was almost blank, and he almost didn't come back to his senses! Stunned for a moment, he subconsciously bit his tongue, and then he came to his senses—