Chapter 22: The High Priest of the Red Yang Tribe
The reaction of the Chiyang tribe was quick, and Hu Kui didn't have to wait long for Kelsang Mu to take him to see the high priest of the Chiyang tribe, Kelsang Tu. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info
The high priest of the Chiyang Department looked like a cynical teenager, and his plain robe looked like those scholars of the human race, but his demeanor was not a little bookish, and the whole person was lying on a tiger skin chair, Erlang's legs were high, and he was carrying a wine jug in one hand to pour wine into his mouth, and the other hand was scratching wantonly, like a prodigal.
"Boy, I heard you've found traces of a spiritual artifact?" the young man asked vaguely, holding a flask in his mouth.
"Yes, High Priest. Hu Kui returned respectfully.
This guy in front of him is definitely a terrifying existence, and he is already a thousand-year-old demon-level existence, which makes him how can he not be respectful.
"That's right, I'm fine, sir, I'll just run with you. The boy sat up with a flask in his mouth and said.
Hu Kui was stunned when he heard this, this high priest seemed to be a little jumpy.
"What, you have a problem?" Kelsantu tilted his head to look at Hu Kui.
Hu Kui was looked at by Gesangtu's blade-like eyes, and felt in a trance, and immediately lowered his head and said no.
However, Yun Yi, who was staying in the Chiyan Tribe, was completely ignorant of the impending danger in the distance, and he was holding his head at this time and listening to Feng Lie report to him about the recent situation of the Chiyan Tribe.
Yun Yi paused for a moment, generally speaking, it was not bad, but because of the lack of sacrifices, although he changed to a mountain demon ape with a big appetite, but in general, the resources in the tribe were not so scarce.
And Feng Lie has now completely become the patriarch of the Chiyan tribe, and a month is enough time for him to pull and fight horizontally and vertically to clear those discordant voices in the Chiyan tribe.
Seeing that the tribe was developing well, but the blue light grass he wanted was still far from enough to meet his needs, which made Yun Yi very dissatisfied.
"Feng Lie, tell me, is there any way to get a lot of blue light grass. Yunyi asked helplessly.
"Unless you go to those large tribes or border cities to find them, the accumulation of various resources in the treasury of those large tribes is extremely terrifying, not to mention the border cities, where are the human racesγγγγγγγ Speaking of this, Feng Lie suddenly stopped and looked at Yun Yi.
"Is there only these two places?" Yunyi asked with some frustration.
"My lord, there are probably only these two places in the Southern Wilderness that will have a large amount of blue tears accumulating. Feng Lie said cautiously.
Yun Yi thought about it for a while, and those ordinary small tribes were a little difficult to provide for their own tribe's sacrifices, and the accumulated resources were not much at all.
Only those powerful forces will have the ability to accumulate a strong foundation.
It seems that he has to go to the border city, Yun Yi thought in his heart.
Thinking of this, Yun Yi waved his hand with some annoyance in his heart, and Feng Lie bowed when he saw this and then went out.
Yun Yi felt bored when he thought of going to the border city: "Hey, you said that there would be no accident if I wore you to the border city." β
"How do I know, although Lao Tzu's strength is good, but in the border city, I don't know how many can abuse me with one hand. The mountain demon ape said nonchalantly.
The reason why Yun Yi hesitated to go to the border city is very simple, he read too many novels in his previous life, and he has seen too many examples of his innocence and guilt, basically those pig's feet will be inexplicably discovered as soon as they have any treasures, and then start a tearing war.
With such a mentality, Yun Yi naturally resisted the border city where the masters gathered, there are many masters there, and when the time comes, he won't even have the ability to resist when he grabs the pig's feet, isn't it very sad, Yun Yi thought.
However, Yun Yi didn't know, in fact, whether he went to the border city or not, he had already been targeted, and the people who came to find him were already on the way, looking at the current situation, Yun would definitely not be able to tear up the thousand-year-old demon Gesang Tu, after all, Yun Yi's cultivation age was not even a fraction of that of others.
"There's no way to hide it?" Yunyi asked a little unwillingly.
"Hmph! If Lao Tzu's Guyuan Sutra can be cultivated to the third level like your kid, oh, no, as long as Lao Tzu reaches the second layer, he will naturally be able to avoid the detection of those people. "The mountain demon ape's cultivation of that Guyuan Sutra cultivation is called a fire big, and now I look at the entry, but this guy Yunyi has broken through again and again, and now he has directly broken through to the third layer.
Yun Yi was naturally speechless when he heard this, and he didn't know why he cultivated that Guyuan Sutra so quickly, he obviously didn't spend much energy on cultivation, but the speed of progress made Yun Yi himself a little speechless.
"Is there really no way?" Yunyi asked a little unwillingly.
"Unless you kid turn the comprehension of the Guyuan Sutra into a Dao pattern and add it to the golden silk armor, I can use this Dao pattern to have some abilities of the third layer of the Guyuan Sutra. "Good at the magic ape, in the end, he gave a method.
"En?" Yun Yi was a little confused, Gu Yuan Jing, Dao Wen?
"The Guyuan Sutra is the practice created by the Supreme, and it must contain the Tao of the Supreme, and all the Dao of the Supreme is cut into the Heavenly Dao, and it is natural to be able to condense the Dao pattern. "The mountain demon ape knows that Yun Yi is a cultivation idiot, and a lot of cultivation knowledge is not clear, I really don't know how this guy cultivates.
Yun Yi was stunned again when he heard this, his comprehension of the Guyuan Sutra?
What realization?
He felt that this Guyuan Sutra was like a turtle scripture, which was specially designed to make people cultivate into a thousand-year-old turtle and a 10,000-year-old king.
Could this be regarded as an understanding of the Guyuan Sutra?
"What's that?" Yun Yi asked with a confused expression.
"It's the perception of the Guyuan Sutra, you have cultivated to the third layer, you won't have any understanding at all. The mountain demon ape's voice was full of surprise, in fact, he didn't know what the hell it was, after all, he had just startedγγγγγγ
"Eh, what are your feelings about the Guyuan Sutra?" Yun Yi's stunned head suddenly appeared in a turtle sleeping on his stomach.
Eh, is this my comprehension of the Guyuan Sutra?
Thinking about it, Yun Yi walked to a stone table in the sacrificial hall, grabbed a talisman pen and filled it with some essence beast blood, and then began to carve it on a snow-white bone on the stone table.
The magic ink in the southern wilderness is only available in the border city, and the production method of the magic ink was created by the sages of the human race, and the barbarians have not learned it, and Yun Yi and Hua Wuxin did not bring much magic ink, so they can only replace it with the essence blood extracted from the bodies of those demon beasts.
"Well, it's a moment or something. Yun Yi didn't react at all after carving, and Yun Yi couldn't help muttering when he saw this.
After all, this pattern was drawn by him casually, and there was no template, maybe this pattern was wrong at all, or maybe this pattern was right, but he carved it himself.
Yunyi didn't think too much about it, and directly began to portray it again.
The result is still no response.
Go on, then fail, go on again, fail again.
After the cycle, when Yun Yi felt that his head was starting to become a little groggy, Yun Yi still stopped.
Isn't this the case?
Yun Yi thought, reached out and picked up the bone fragments that had failed to be portrayed, and after looking at a few photos, his face began to become strange.
Because he found that the "road lines" he painted were more like turtles than the otherγγγγγγγ