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Thundered!

The surging black turbid waves are like angry dragons, rolling and roaring, with a thunderous roar, chaotic rocks piercing the air, and the waves crashing on the shore, extremely dangerous.

An ugly-looking bony bird flew past the river, and was suddenly shattered by the huge waves that set it off, and fell into the river, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The river was treacherous, so turbid and violent that no living creature dared to approach it.

However, at this time, in the middle of the river, there is a black shadow rising and falling, drifting with the tide like duckweed, and if you look closely, it is a figure!

He was soaked, his skin was broken, his flesh was washed away by the river and turned so white that he could no longer see the color of blood, and a fragment of broken white bones was faintly exposed, and there was hardly any intact place on his body, and his injuries were extremely serious.

Chen Xi didn't expect that after Xiao Ding took himself to tear the void and escaped, what was waiting for him was a turbulent and vicious river, and he didn't have time to react at all, he was washed out of the river by the river, like a rotten wood, uncontrollably drifting with the current.

Not only that, but he was hit by the reef many times along the way, and his body was already seriously injured and broken, and he was almost about to be shattered, and even his internal organs were injured by violent shocks.

Now he is covered in thousands of holes, bruises all over his body, the meridians in his body are damaged, the world of mixed holes is shattered and nothing, the whole person is like a ball of broken cotton wool, his vitality is exhausted, and he has no strength to even move his fingers!

Want...... Are you dead? But I'm ...... Unwilling!

Chen Xi tried his best to open his eyes, but now, even his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them anymore, his consciousness was sometimes awake and sometimes blurred, like a person on the verge of death, as if he would die completely in the next moment.

Bang!

The next moment, his head hit a reef directly, the pain was like a piercing heart, his eyes were black, and his consciousness was completely fainted.

......

"Xiao Cen be careful, this Jiuyou River is too turbulent, don't get too close. ”

"Uncle Monway, don't worry, I'll do it. ”

"Hehe, you little girl, you are even more competitive than the young men in the clan. ”

"Hehe, Uncle Meng Wei, I want to be the first person in the tribe in the future, so naturally I am not afraid of anything!"

This is a barren land, adjacent to a mighty black river, full of strange rocks, barren and barren. But it was dark and damp.

There seemed to be a thick layer of gray haze piled up on the sky, blocking all light, so that there was no sunlight everywhere here.

In the distance, two figures, one large and one small, approached the side of the river.

The big one was a burly middle-aged man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, sparse eyebrows, dressed in simple animal skins, his exposed muscles as hard as rocks, and a large bow with black and rough horns in his hand.

Next to the burly middle-aged man is a little girl, with a supple black head, clear and bright eyes, and also wearing an animal skin, revealing a pair of slender and white arms and legs.

Although she was wearing a rough animal skin, she still couldn't hide the delicate and lovely nature of this little girl, and her eyebrows and eyes were immature, revealing a stubborn wildness.

The little girl carried a wooden bucket taller than her own, but it was not difficult, and she seemed very relaxed, and walked to the river, squatting on one side to carry water.

"Xiao Cen, let's do it with me. The burly middle-aged Meng Wei glanced at the turbulent and fierce river, and a trace of worry appeared in his eyes.

"No need, Grandpa Sacrifice said that you will do your own thing. Xiao Cen shook his head, his attitude was very firm.

Meng Wei sighed in his heart, Xiao Cen is a child who was brought up by the sacrifice hand, he is smart and sensible, and he is now unwell and is about to die.

And Xiao Cen, the child, didn't know who said that boiling medicine with water from the Jiuyou River can prolong her life and rejuvenate her life, and since then, she has come to the Jiuyou River every day to boil medicine for the sacrifice.

It's a pity that the little girl never knew that the sacrifice was sick and uncomfortable, but was severely injured and fatally injured, and it was difficult to live for many more days.

"Uncle Monvi, look! there...... There seems to be someone there!" At this moment, Xiao Cen suddenly screamed, waking up Meng Wei who was contemplating.

His eyes froze, and he swept towards the middle of the great river, and sure enough, he saw a figure rising and falling in it, like a rotten piece of wood.

......

When he returned to the group, there was an extra figure on his back.

This is a very peculiar team, there are about more than 100 people, most of them are young boys and girls, the big ones are twelve or thirteen years old, and the younger ones are even only ** years old.

Although they are young, they are all vigorous and strong, and although they are wearing simple animal skins, it is still difficult to hide the vigorous and heroic spirit exuded by them.

And they move very quickly, like a well-trained soldier, some make a fire to cook, some set up a sentry cloth, some repair weapons, and some practice martial arts...... None of them went to play.

At their age, they should be lively and active, but now they are doing what only adults do, without a trace of impatience, and I really don't know what kind of things they have experienced to make them so sensible and obedient.

There were only a dozen or so adults in the team, all of whom were extremely skilled, with a cold and alert glint in their eyes, stationed around and guarding an animal skin tent in the center of the camp.

In the animal skin tent, there was a strong smell of medicinal herbs, smoky and burning, and an old man was lying on a soft and worn animal skin in the center.

The old man was thick-boned, but extremely thin, skinny, with furrow-like wrinkles on his face and hands, and his eyes were cloudy and gloomy, and he looked extremely old.

"How many days will the food last?" said the old man, his voice hoarse and low, accompanied by a rapid gasp, which made people very worried, and the next moment he would die of his breath.

"Back to the sacrifice, along the way, Meng Weiling and I have hunted a lot of bone birds, and with our current food, we can probably last for about a month. ”

A woman said respectfully, she was tall, her curves were thrilling, her jet-black long ponytail was tied, revealing a cold and pretty face, and her voice and expression were full of a capable and neat taste.

"A month? too little......" The old man sighed deeply, a hint of worry appeared in his cloudy eyes, and after a long time, he asked hoarsely again, "How many of us are left?"

"Thirteen young children, seventy-six young men, and nine guards of the clan. The woman replied.

"Did three more guards die?" The worry in the old man's eyes intensified, causing the atmosphere inside the tent to become oppressive and low.

The woman pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer, and her heart was equally heavy.

"You have done a good job, these children are the hope of our people, what is the point of sacrificing some people for them?" the old man muttered, his voice full of sadness.

"Sacrifice to your lordship, let's ...... Can you really get out of this place of exile?" the woman suddenly looked up at the old man on the bed, and there was a rare look of confusion in her eyes.

"Mo Ya, do you remember the prophecy engraved under the Nine Shadows?" the old man said in a low voice.

"Yes. Mo Ya nodded, but she didn't know what she remembered, and her gaze became firm again, no longer confused.

"For the hope of our clan, you and Meng Wei must live well, take these children out to see the place where our ancestors once lived. On the wrinkled and thin cheeks of the old man, a look of remembrance appeared.

"I will definitely do it!" Mo Ya pursed her lips and gritted her teeth, and then she was suddenly startled, and said, "Lord Sacrifice, what about you, won't you go out with us?"

"Me?" the old man suddenly smiled, revealing a touch of sadness, "I have lived here all my life, and I have guarded it all my life, but in the end, I can only watch the calamity break the seal and reappear in the world, I ...... Shame on the ancestors!"

"Then ......" Mo Ya frowned, about to say something, but at this moment, the tent was lifted from the outside, and a tall and burly middle-aged man walked in, it was Meng Wei.

"Lord Sacrifice, I picked up this person by the Nine Shades River. Meng Wei said, gently placing the person on his back on the ground, moving gently and carefully.

Because he was very worried that if he used a little force, he would "break" this person, after all, this guy's injuries were too bad, the skin was open, and the bones were exposed, which was simply miserable.

If it weren't for finding out that this person still had a chance of life, he would almost think that he was saving a dead body.

"It's just a dead body, so why bother to save it. Mo Ya glanced at the motionless young man on the ground, frowned, and said.

"He's got a little bit of life left. Monvi explained in a low voice.

"In the Nine Hidden Rivers?"

On the bed, the old man's wrinkled face showed a hint of surprise, and he suddenly struggled to his feet, pointed to the young man on the ground, and said in a hurried voice, "Quick, tear off a piece of his clothes and give it to me." ”

Meng Wei did so, and he realized that the young man's clothes were very strange, completely different from the animal skins he had inherited, soft and silky, with a hint of strange defensive power.

"Sure enough, this is a treasure that only the outside world has!" The old man looked at the fabric in his hand, and an indescribable excitement welled up in his cloudy eyes, "This clothing is refined from various spiritual materials and covered with heavy formations, it should be called 'treasure clothes'!"

Spiritual Materials?

Meng Wei and Mo Ya glanced at each other, they were all confused, their ancestors had lived in this dark land for generations, using animal skins as clothes and all kinds of fierce monsters as food, it was hard to imagine what was a spiritual material and what was a treasure clothes.

But from the reaction of the sacrifice, they could vaguely feel that the young man on the ground, who was like a dead corpse, seemed to ...... From the outside world?

"Quick, no matter what, save this person and ask him how he came to this place of exile known as 'no way to go to heaven and no door to earth'!"

The old man suddenly became excited, his voice low and hoarse, revealing an unconcealable excitement and joy.

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