Chapter Eighty-Four: The Nine Continents of the Underworld

After Wang Cheng heard this, he nodded, and then looked at Chen Zhiyan, feeling a slight reluctance in his heart, but finally turned into a sigh. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Zhiyan pursed her lips, glanced at Wang Cheng, and finally made a choice.

"I'm going to look for my brother......"

Chen Zhiyan spoke slowly, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, looked at Wang Cheng, and then fell silent.

It wasn't until a long time later that Wang Cheng took a deep breath, he looked at Chen Zhiyan, a smile appeared on his face, and suddenly he took out several storage bags in a row and handed them to Chen Zhiyan.

Chen Zhiyan was slightly stunned, glanced at Wang Cheng with complicated eyes, silently took these storage bags, and then turned to leave.

Seeing Chen Zhiyan leave, Wang Cheng sighed slightly, put away his mood at the moment, and swept his eyes over this desolate place.

After thinking for a moment, his body turned into a long rainbow and went straight into the distance.

It's just that he didn't know that behind him, there was a pair of eyes that were always watching him......

Cangyan Tribe, this is a small marginal tribe of three thousand tribes, and there are hundreds of people in it, and there are two small tribes like him around here.

The three tribes have been in contact with each other and have gotten along harmoniously, but over the years, for some reason, the younger generation of the Cangyan tribe has suddenly withered, which makes this tribe the last existence among the three tribes.

You must know that in this desolate land with poor resources, the strength of a tribe often determines its own survival.

At this moment, in the Cangyan Department, on top of an altar, a white-haired old man with a heavy twilight body, dressed in a shabby animal skin, sat cross-legged on the altar, as if he was carrying out some kind of ritual.

Below this altar, hundreds of people from the Cangyan tribe knelt on the ground reverently, looking at the figure of the old man on the altar, with hope and prayer in their eyes.

"Three hundred years ago, my Cangyan tribe produced a fourth-level ancestor, leaving behind the technique of praying for the cang, and the old man used the blood of the Cangyan tribe to perform this technique...... I only hope that God will give me a glimmer of hope for the Cangyan Division!"

On the altar, the hoarse voice of the white-haired old man sounded, and the piety in the eyes of the people in the audience was even stronger, and at this moment, they stared at the old man on the altar one by one, biting their index fingers in unison, and a drop of blood flowed out, and the air was filled with a trace of blood.

The white-haired old man looked at the people under the altar with a serious expression, took a deep breath, and with a wave of his right hand, the blood on the index fingers of all the clansmen was like life, and at this moment turned into a blood-red light, condensed above the altar, and suddenly turned into a red swallow.

At the moment when Hongyan appeared, the white-haired old man's eyes showed fanaticism, and at this moment he knelt on the ground reverently and bowed to Hongyan.

This red swallow's body is crystal clear, and it is more than ten zhang in size at a glance, but with the continuous integration of blood, its body gradually solidifies, and its eyes gradually have a bit of spirituality.

"Cangyan praying for Cang, where is the hope for the future of my Cangyan Department, where ......is it" The white-haired old man muttered, and suddenly bit his tongue, and a blood ray that was several times stronger than others gushed out, and instantly melted into the red swallow in the sky.

Suddenly, the spirituality in the eyes of the red swallow was extremely strong at this moment, and it glanced at the sky with a trace of sadness, then looked at the clansmen below, and finally let out a mournful chirp, and its body rushed towards the sky, slowly turning into a red cloud, and dissipating into the sky.

This scene fell in the eyes of the Cangyan tribesmen below, their faces were pale, and their expressions showed despair in their expressions looking at the sky, and even more sobbed.

On the altar, the white-haired old man watched Cangyan dissipate in disbelief, staring at the sky with a dead gaze, and then a miserable smile appeared on his face.

"Tell the patriarch that the old man has done his best, and the Cangyan Department will be destroyed within ten years, let him make plans early......

Wang Cheng flew in a desolate place, where he had been flying for two days in a row.

He didn't know how far he had flown away, but his expression showed a hint of exhaustion, and his body slowly landed on a wasteland, carved out a space underground, and sat down cross-legged inside, and began to meditate on pranayama.

A few hours later, he broke through the ground, glanced at the sky, found the direction of the sun, and galloped again, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a swallow's chirping, his eyes fell sharply in one direction, and a trace of essence flashed in his eyes.

Flying in this desolate place for two days, he didn't see anyone, not even birds and beasts, and at this moment, his expression moved, and his body turned into a long rainbow and flew towards the place where the swallow sounded.

The Cangyan tribe is the third-level tribe of the Nine Continents of the Netherworld, but over the years, due to the downfall of the younger generation, the number of people in the clan has become smaller and smaller, and there are very few of the younger generation, most of them are the middle and older generations who are maintaining the vitality of the tribe.

Compared with the Cangyan tribe, although the two Ling tribes around it are also level three, the number of clansmen in them is much higher than that of the Cangyan tribe.

You must know that this Cangyan tribe used to be a fourth-level tribe, and there were several fourth-level ancestors, and on this Netherworld Nine Continent, the level of each tribe was determined by the level of cultivation of the clansmen in its clan.

For example, in a first-level clan, as long as someone in it reaches the second-level cultivation, then the clan to which it belongs will be immediately promoted to the second-level, and will be recognized by the central suzerain's clan and receive various resource rewards.

These resource rewards are generally very large, but for the development of a second-level clan, they are very small.

Because each second-level tribe will have two or three first-level tribes under it, and each third-level tribe will also have second-level tribes attached to it, and in the Nine Continents of the Underworld, the highest tribe is the eighth level.

However, these eighth-level tribes disappeared for some reason thousands of years ago, and although the land of their tribes existed, the clansmen disappeared one by one, not only the eighth level, but also the seventh-level tribes, and now on this Netherworld Nine Continent, the highest-ranking tribe is only the sixth level.

And the sixth-level tribe also seems to be affected by the seventh- and eighth-level tribe back then, although it still exists at the moment, it is extremely rare, and there are only three sixth-level tribes in total.

As for the fifth-level tribes, there are many, and the fourth- and third-level tribes are extremely common.

Although the Cangyan tribe is a third-level tribe, there is not a second-level tribe under it, and even the fourth-level tribe to which it is attached has given up this third-level tribe because it is too declining.

Without the worship of the first and second tribes, and without the supplies of the higher tribes, the Cangyan tribe looks full of ruins at this moment, and many people know that the fate of this tribe has come to an end, and it will perish soon.

Cangyan tribe old, this is the only third-level cultivator in the entire Cangyan clan, it is precisely because of his existence that the Cangyan tribe still maintains the title of third-level tribe.

Yan Shan looked at a beast skin scroll very seriously, and there were lines of strange words on this animal skin scroll.

"The clan elder said that I am now a first-level consummate cultivator, and if I want to go further, I must cultivate the clan law...... But I've been watching this clan law for three days, and this ...... I don't understand..."

Yan Shan frowned, he was not very old, only thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing an obviously wide animal skin robe, and his face was still very intelligent, with some confusion.

There are not many children of his age in the clan, only six, and the younger ones are only a few years old, and they have not reached the best age for cultivation, but because of the decline of the clan over the years, these clansmen of a few years old also have to carry out simple cultivation.

As for the older clansmen, it was already his parents' generation.

Yan Shan sighed, carefully took out a small piece of dry cake from his arms, and ate it little by little.

Since there is no supply from the superior tribes, and there is no offering from the lower tribes, food has become a more urgent problem for the Cangyan tribe.

However, fortunately, the people of the tribe have been cultivating since they were young, and they have more or less some cultivation, so although food is scarce, it is not fatal.

It is very economical, after Yan Shan ate a small piece of the dry cake in his hand, he solemnly put it away, the tribe sends food every three months, the higher the cultivation, the less food he gets, a first-level cultivator like him, the ration for three months is only two plates of dry cakes.

All this is due to the decline of the tribe and the fact that there are not many strong people.

You must know that in the two nearby third-level tribes, the first-level cultivators alone don't know how many exist, and their number is also several times that of their own tribe, if it weren't for the clan elder still existing, his Cangyan tribe might have been reduced to a second-level tribe.

Thinking of this, Yan Shan secretly decided in his heart that he would reach the second level of cultivation no matter what, and at that time, he would be able to participate in the clan meeting of the Dongluan tribe and exchange some resources for the clan.

Most of this Dongluan is the only fourth-level tribe in this marginal land, including the other two third-level tribes, all of them are subordinate tribes of Dongluan.

"Subordinate tribes......" Yan Shan smiled bitterly, his Cangyan tribe is also a subordinate tribe of most of Dongluan, but the items offered to Dongluan over the years are not as good as the supplies given by the other party, and over time, Dongluan no longer supplies Cangyan Ministry, but Cangyan Ministry's annual offerings are indispensable, even if it is just a small beast, it must be worshipped.

This is the face problem of the fourth-level tribe, if the subordinate tribe does not worship the superior tribe, no matter what the reason, the face of this fourth-level tribe will be a lot more ugly among other tribes of the same level.

Just when Yan Shan was extremely confused about the future, a long rainbow suddenly flew from the sky, Yan Shan's eyes widened suddenly, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, only to see that the long rainbow came instantly, and the next moment it fell in front of him, turning into a man in a white robe.

Wang Cheng looked at the young man in front of him lightly, his expression showed a little deep groan, he hadn't seen anyone's existence these days, but at this moment he saw a young man, and after thinking slightly, he said, "Where is this?"

Yan Shan looked at Wang Cheng with a nervous expression, and the moment he saw Wang Cheng's clothes, he suddenly remembered that in the legendary sixth-level tribe, the clansmen in it were not wearing animal skins, but this kind of cloth robes.

Don't...... The person in front of him is a super powerhouse of a sixth-level clan?

As soon as this thought arose, Yan Shan felt a huge wave rise in his heart, and he stayed there at the moment, unaware of Wang Cheng's words.