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Later, the god of war, Whitzilopochtli, the god of darkness, Desketripoca, and the demon god Trakhupan overthrew the reign of Quetzalcoatl.

Legend has it that the god Quetzalcoatl cast a curse and then went to the seashore and drifted to Trabaran on a raft made of snakes. There is also a theory that Quetzalcoatl retreated into the denser jungle with his followers.

The City of the Dead, which Master Wen had visited in modern times, was suspected by him to be Trabaran. In the same way, he also discovered the true fate of Quetzalcoatl under the ruins of the city-state of Capac in the modern plane. I don't know if this Capac city-state is still really entangled with that Quetzalcoatl.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, all this obviously has not happened yet. Therefore, Master Wen was quite interested in everything that this little man said.

"White-skinned are devils!" the little man cursed through gritted teeth.

Wen Da Celestial Master shrugged, he didn't think he was a white skin, it was an Omi ghost animal.

But Li Ghost didn't think so, he had always been a little complacent about his different skin from the rainforest natives. But Master Wen was standing next to him smiling, and he couldn't beat anyone, so he had to be angry.

"Tell me, what's going on with those white people, and why do you run away when you see us?" and don't even want the newly built tribe?" Wen Fei asked with a smile.

No matter how stupid this little man is, he can hear the difference now, and he said strangely: "You are not those white people, I mean the white devil tribe?"

There was a pause. Without waiting for Wen Fei to answer, he said, "Yes, you are definitely not." We've moved so far. How could it be possible to run into that White Devil tribe again?"

"You guys moved here to escape the White Devil tribe, no wonder it's not been a year yet. Wen Fei smiled and said, "Tell me everything you know, and I'll let you go." And you are allowed to settle here. I am the most powerful king here, and I am also the deity here, as long as your tribe submits to me and worships me as a god, I will protect you!"

Such a big tribe, so many old and weak women and children. There is also a lot of incense wish power that can be provided. It's better than a tribe full of dozens or hundreds of people in the rainforest. After all, the population of the entire Fuyuan City is only twenty or thirty thousand, and the troops are mobilized to the limit, and at most one-tenth of the population is drawn out to fight. Agrarian civilizations were able to mobilize a much smaller proportion of the population than nomads.

"I am a descendant of the ancestral god Attau. I will never believe in an evil god like you!" the little man did not appreciate it.

Let the great heavenly master of Wen laugh and laugh, what the ancestral god Atawu. For such a small tribe, it is already remarkable to be able to worship an ancestral spirit!

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the blood in the little man's body sped up. Then it boiled. It's like adding a fire to your body. It's all hot.

The sweat on the whole body flowed out like rain, and even in such a hot day, you could see the sweat turning into steam. The skin on the whole body is more like a red-hot prawn, and it is amazingly red.

A huge shadow faintly appeared on his bloody, incomparably fiery red skin, and a spider with teeth and claws could be vaguely seen.

The spider shadow was extremely frightened when he saw Wen Fei, and kept cringinge. Shivering, even the figure is shrinking. In the blink of an eye, it was only the size of a table tennis ball.

"Is this your ancestral god?" Wen Fei stretched out his palm and put the shadow of the spider in the palm of his hand: "Then you don't have the bloodline of the ancestral god now!"

The little man screamed, "Devil, what have you done to me?" all of us Ban people are descendants of the Spider Ancestor God......

Wen Fei played with such a spider shadow, and pitied this fierce spider shadow, obediently as if he was dead in the palm of Wen Da Heavenly Master's hand, and he didn't even dare to move.

When this little man saw it, his heart was even more cold to the soles of his feet. Are even their ancestral gods so afraid of the white devil in front of them?

In their mythology, all of their Ban people were born from ancestral gods. In the rainforest, there are countless Ban tribes, all of which worship ancestral gods as totems.

Legend has it that their ancestral gods were so powerful that they gave them terrible poisons to deal with their enemies.

But the tribe of the White Devils was even more powerful, and their gods seemed to have defeated their ancestral gods. Dozens of Spotted tribes were wiped out by the White Devils, so they Red Spotted Tribes only walked all the way for two consecutive rainy seasons, far avoiding the range of the White Devils.

I was confident that at such a distance, I would never encounter those terrifying white devils again, but every time I thought about it, it was only a few months before they met the white devils again. Although it seems that this group of white devils and the white devils they have encountered before are not a family.

But this group of white devils was even more terrifying, and even forced out the power of the ancestral god on his body, and even played with it in his hands like a toy.

Is it really like a legend? These white devils are all tribes that have come down from the clouds, so we people on land can't beat them? At this moment, the little man was full of despair.

"Hey, the people of your tribe still value you a lot, and they actually came back to save you!" Wen Fei smiled seemingly nonchalantly.

The little man opened his eyes from despair, but saw nothing. Wen Fei smiled and said, "They are still a few miles away, at least it will take you a few minutes to see them!"

Hearing Wen Fei say this, the little man's heart was even more like Sanjiu Weather being poured from his head to the soles of his feet by a bucket of cold water, although he would never know what Sanjiu Weather was.

He wanted to shout loudly and ask his people not to come and save him, there are demons here, and if they come, they will be sent to death. But there is no way, now his people are still far away, even if he screams throat, no one will hear it.

The little man's hairs were about to stand on end, and he cried, "What the hell do you want?"

"As I said, as long as your tribe is willing to submit to me and worship me as a god, I will protect you. Otherwise......"

Wen Fei's words were not finished, and through the dense branches and leaves of the trees, he could already see canoes and rafts floating over together, and the figures of those Ban people had already appeared on them.

"Okay!" the little man gritted his teeth and looked at the shadow of the spider in the hand of Master Wen. Most of those who survive in this dangerous rainforest are pragmatists. It's easy not to die for those ethereal things.

If it weren't for the fact that the White Devil tribe was too crazy to leave them alive, they wouldn't have surrendered.

"I am the patriarch of the Redspots, and I can convince them to surrender. Don't do it!" The little man couldn't help but say hurriedly when he saw that the warriors in Fuyuan City were ready to make a move.

For this statement, Master Wen was not surprised. It's normal, I already knew that this little man was an important person, otherwise the warriors of the Red Spot Clan would not have fled and came to save him.

The most important thing is the amount of strength on his body. Don't look at such a small spider shadow, it is not inconspicuous at all in the hands of Master Wenda, and it is pinched and flattened at will. But this is part of the power of a powerful being.

An ordinary person has this kind of protection with this kind of strength, how can it not be ordinary. Even if it is a large tribe with a population of several thousand like the Red Spotted Clan, there are not too many people with this kind of strength, at most one or two.

"Great god, did you just let him go?" watched as Master Wen let go of the little man and let him go to negotiate. Nan Shi asked a little strangely.

Wen Fei shrugged: "Even if you run away, there is nothing to lose, right?" Anyway, the entire Red Spot Clan seems to be nothing more than that of the people who are accustomed to seeing countless big scenes in the Wen Great Heavenly Master.

However, the little man seemed to have kept his promise, and persuaded his men to lay down their arms and come over. This made Wen Fei even look high, it seems that this little man has quite a high prestige among his clansmen.

The warriors of Fuyuan City blocked their way, preventing these Red Spotted Clans from easily approaching their gods, and their eyes were a little unfriendly.

Perhaps in the eyes of Wenda Heavenly Master, Fuyuan City is also an extremely simple initial civilization, but in the eyes of the people of Fuyuan City, with stone buildings, pottery can be fired, and there is a city-state of 50,000 or 60,000 people, Fuyuan City, which has developed into a hegemon, can definitely be proud of these barbarians in front of them who are still hunting and gathering, wearing animal skins.

They naturally have a psychological advantage in the face of these red spotted people. But now their gods actually want these red-skinned little men to worship, and they don't let them become slaves to worship, which makes the warriors of Fuyuan City a little dissatisfied.

Of course, this dissatisfaction only dared to target the red skin of these little people, but he did not dare to target the Great Heavenly Master Wen.

"Let them come!" Wen Fei said lightly, but with unparalleled majesty, the warriors of Fuyuan City had no choice but to get out of the way in anger.

The little man walked over with his clansmen and said to Wen Fei, "These are the warriors of my clan, they have surrendered now!"

Wen Fei nodded and said, "I will allow you to continue to live here, and divide the surrounding one hundred miles into your hunting grounds. But you will worship me, and you will offer my gods or totem poles among your people!"

Wen Fei's words made these Red Spot Clansmen in an uproar, and even the patriarch couldn't hold it back.

"Quiet ......" The voice of the Great Master Wen resounded in the hearts of each of them, shocking them all around, and they were all shocked.

Wen Da Celestial Master stretched out a hand, and there was a spider shadow the size of a ping-pong ball in the palm of his hand. (To be continued......)