Chapter 1707
At the moment when Zhuo Wen's eyes were surprised, there was a cry of surprise around him. Immediately, Zhuo Wen saw many people flashing around. The shadows looked very strange.
Zhuo Wen was even more surprised that these flashing figures did not have any breath of holy power, as if they were ordinary people.
At the moment when Zhuo Wen revealed the first Yang Dao sword and the ninth Yang Dao sword, all the people around him showed a color of fear. Immediately, they all dispersed and fled towards the depths of the dense forest.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, stepped out, and immediately glanced to the nearest person. A little on his right hand, holy power poured out, and this person was imprisoned here.
Zhuo Wen looked up and down at the man in front of him and found that he was dressed in strange clothes, dressed in animal skin and painted with green patterns.
At the moment when he was imprisoned by Zhuo Wen, the man's eyes showed fear. His lips wriggled and made strange words, which made Zhuo Wen frown. He didn't understand the language he said at all.
"Ancient language?"
Suddenly, Xiao Hei, who was hiding in the sea, suddenly turned into a black awn, glanced over Zhuo Wen's shoulder, and stared at the beast skin man in front of him.
"What is he talking about? And is ancient language an ancient language?"
Zhuo wenmu looked surprised and immediately stared at Xiao Hei on his shoulder and asked in surprise.
Xiao Hei nodded again and again and said, "this man is just begging for mercy. What surprised me is how this man can speak ancient language. Generally speaking, after the end of the Holocaust, few people know ancient language except some old monsters who survived."
"Moreover, the person in front of him has no holy breath. He is obviously a martial artist who has not entered the holy world, and his breath is even weaker. It's incredible that such a common existence can actually speak ancient language." little black eyebrows frowned.
Maybe he felt the surprised color in Zhuo Wen's eyes. With a wave of small black claws, a dark light swept out and disappeared into the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.
"This is the basic grammar of the ancient language. You should be able to understand the ancient language after learning." Xiao Hei said faintly.
Zhuo Wen roughly browsed the grammar of the ancient language from fan Xiaohei. With his current state and cultivation, he can basically master most of the grammar of the ancient language.
Zhuo Wen could barely understand the words of the animal skin man in front of him.
"Where is this?" Zhuo Wen asked in an ancient language.
The beast skin man stared at Zhuo Wen in fear and said, "magic God... Are you a magic God? Please don't kill me..."
With that, the animal skin man immediately knelt on the ground, shivering, and finally murmured the name of the magic God.
Staring at the performance of the animal skin man in front of him, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. He had no impression of the magic God in the animal skin man's mouth, and he didn't know what to call it.
"I won't kill you. Tell me where this place is?" Zhuo Wen asked faintly with flashing eyes.
The animal skin man glanced at Zhuo Wen. When he found that Zhuo Wen really didn't intend to kill him, his fear faded a lot, but at the same time, he felt quite doubtful about Zhuo Wen's question.
However, in order not to annoy the "magic God" in front of him, he naturally replied honestly: "the villain is a member of qintian tribe among the three tribes..."
With the beast skin man's story, Zhuo Wen got a general understanding of the situation here. There are three tribes here, with thousands of people in each tribe. The three tribes check and balance each other.
More importantly, although the three tribes check and balance each other, each ethnic group has a mission in their hearts, that is, to guard the sacrificial tower in the center of the three tribes.
This sacrificial tower is said to be the ancestral treasure handed down by their ancestors and needs to be guarded by their people from generation to generation.
As for where this place is, the animal skin man himself can't tell, but Zhuo Wen knows that this place is by no means Middle Earth. He can't tell where it is.
"Although the person in front of him has no breath of holy power, his physical body is quite strong, and his physical quality is much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists."
Zhuo Wen secretly said that he had a strong interest in this place, and what was the matter with the original transmission array? How did you send him here? What is this place?
"Take me to your tribe." Zhuo Wen said indifferently.
The beastly man's pupils shrunk, his lips trembled and said, "our tribe does not allow magic gods to enter. If you want to go to the tribe, we will all be killed by the people of the tribe."
Zhuo Wen stared coldly at the animal skin man and said coldly, "if you don't want to die now, take me."
The beast skin man trembled in his heart and finally hardened his head and said, "no, the tribe will never allow the magic God to enter. Once the magic God mixes into the tribe, it will cause towering disasters. Although I am afraid of death, I will not harm the tribe."
Zhuo Wen showed his impatience. He knew that the animal skin man in front of him would not say. He simply buttoned his right hand and pressed it on his Tianling acupoint. Suddenly, the man's memory was at a glance in front of Zhuo Wen.
"I see. Qintian tribe is not far from here."
With that, Zhuo Wen lifted the animal skin man in his right hand, and he disappeared in place with the animal skin man like a gust of wind.
Dozens of miles away from the dense forest, there is a large tribe with tiled houses and an endless stream of ethnic people.
In a high tower of the tribe, an old man slowly stood up. His eyes showed a dignified color. He looked at the kneeling people in front and said in a deep voice, "what you said is true? The human form magic God appears again?"
If Zhuo Wen were here, he would be able to recognize the several people kneeling in front of the old man, who were the leaders of the group who attacked him before.
At the moment, a strong young man looked up and said in horror: "it's true that the stone spears thrown by nearly 100 of us can't pose any threat to this person at all. I really can't think of anyone who has such a powerful power except the magic God."
The old man frowned and said, "according to the calculation, the magic God should also appear, but unexpectedly, the human magic God appeared this time. This is definitely a disaster that our three tribes need to be careful. I must inform the other two tribes."
"And our qintian tribe arranged the highest alert, and opened the lock God array arranged by our ancestors. With the lock God array, the magic God can't enter at all."
Several people kneeling on the ground bowed in a distance, and even slowly retreated, while the old man took out a crystal clear crystal stone and recited the gray ancient language in his mouth, as if transmitting a message.
After a while, a loud horn sounded in the whole qintian tribe. The originally quiet tribe was completely broken.
All the people in the tribe looked flustered. The old, weak, women and children hid in their homes, while the strong young men took out their sharp stone tools and gathered in the square of the tribe.
The blowing of the horn represents that the tribe has fallen into the hot water, and its situation has reached an extremely critical level.
At the same time, over several miles of the tribe, a huge blood colored beast virtual shadow emerged. With a roar, the blood colored beast virtual shadow suddenly collapsed and broke into countless blood rivers.
The terrible Blood River turned into a bloody barrier and shrouded the whole qintian tribe.
"Lock God array? What happened to the tribe?"
In the tribe, many people looked at the blood River shrouded in the sky, and their eyes were frightened and dignified.
Generally speaking, blowing the horn indicates that something important is about to happen, and putting out the lock God array also means that the tribe has reached the moment of life and death.
"Everyone cheer up, the human magic God appears. This time we can't let these existing magic gods break into the tribe, otherwise it will bring great disaster to our tribe." a strong man shouted loudly.
At that time, there was a large-scale commotion around. Many people were at a loss and frightened. Even many people were trembling all over and had no blood on their faces.
But more people are determined to defend the life and death of the tribe.
Whoosh!
Not long after the lock God array was arranged in qintian tribe, a Changhong came and stopped hundreds of meters outside the tribe.
Zhuo Wen held the animal skin man in his hand, and his eyes fell on the lock God array in front, looking surprised.
Zhuo Wen is really familiar with the smell on the lock God array. The land on it is the texture prohibited in ancient times.
When Zhuo Wen swept over the lock God array, countless people in the tribe naturally noticed Zhuo Wen, and immediately they all showed panic.
"Human form magic God, is it really human form magic God..."
The panic continued and even made a lot of noise. However, when a white haired old man walked out of the tower step by step, the noise outside suddenly quieted down.
"You don't have to panic. There is a lock God array. Even the human magic God can't turn over any waves." the old man said slowly.
The old man's words immediately calmed the panic in the hearts of many ethnic groups.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly and said faintly, "I think you misunderstood. I'm not the human phantom God in your mouth. I'm just a passer-by who doesn't intend to enter here. As long as you can tell me how to leave here, I will never embarrass you."
The old man said coldly, "I have to say that the lie you made up is really clumsy. Do you think this lie can let us let you into your ancestral land? It's absolutely impossible."
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly. From the old man's words, he could detect that the so-called ancestral land was probably the key to getting in and out of the outside world.
However, all the people of the qintian tribe recognized him as a human form magic God. He knew that if he didn't use thunder, I'm afraid he couldn't make it clear to these people.
At the thought of this, Zhuo Wen stopped talking nonsense. As soon as he kneaded the formula with his right hand, he immediately swallowed the spell ban and painted a series of complex virtual shadows of spell prints. These spell prints were scattered all over the sky and attached to the surface of the lock God array. After a while, the lock God array trembled violently
Zhuo Wen was even more surprised that these flashing figures did not have any breath of holy power, as if they were ordinary people.
At the moment when Zhuo Wen revealed the first Yang Dao sword and the ninth Yang Dao sword, all the people around him showed a color of fear. Immediately, they all dispersed and fled towards the depths of the dense forest.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, stepped out, and immediately glanced to the nearest person. A little on his right hand, holy power poured out, and this person was imprisoned here.
Zhuo Wen looked up and down at the man in front of him and found that he was dressed in strange clothes, dressed in animal skin and painted with green patterns.
At the moment when he was imprisoned by Zhuo Wen, the man's eyes showed fear. His lips wriggled and made strange words, which made Zhuo Wen frown. He didn't understand the language he said at all.
"Ancient language?"
Suddenly, Xiao Hei, who was hiding in the sea, suddenly turned into a black awn, glanced over Zhuo Wen's shoulder, and stared at the beast skin man in front of him.
"What is he talking about? And is ancient language an ancient language?"
Zhuo wenmu looked surprised and immediately stared at Xiao Hei on his shoulder and asked in surprise.
Xiao Hei nodded again and again and said, "this man is just begging for mercy. What surprised me is how this man can speak ancient language. Generally speaking, after the end of the Holocaust, few people know ancient language except some old monsters who survived."
"Moreover, the person in front of him has no holy breath. He is obviously a martial artist who has not entered the holy world, and his breath is even weaker. It's incredible that such a common existence can actually speak ancient language." little black eyebrows frowned.
Maybe he felt the surprised color in Zhuo Wen's eyes. With a wave of small black claws, a dark light swept out and disappeared into the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.
"This is the basic grammar of the ancient language. You should be able to understand the ancient language after learning." Xiao Hei said faintly.
Zhuo Wen roughly browsed the grammar of the ancient language from fan Xiaohei. With his current state and cultivation, he can basically master most of the grammar of the ancient language.
Zhuo Wen could barely understand the words of the animal skin man in front of him.
"Where is this?" Zhuo Wen asked in an ancient language.
The beast skin man stared at Zhuo Wen in fear and said, "magic God... Are you a magic God? Please don't kill me..."
With that, the animal skin man immediately knelt on the ground, shivering, and finally murmured the name of the magic God.
Staring at the performance of the animal skin man in front of him, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. He had no impression of the magic God in the animal skin man's mouth, and he didn't know what to call it.
"I won't kill you. Tell me where this place is?" Zhuo Wen asked faintly with flashing eyes.
The animal skin man glanced at Zhuo Wen. When he found that Zhuo Wen really didn't intend to kill him, his fear faded a lot, but at the same time, he felt quite doubtful about Zhuo Wen's question.
However, in order not to annoy the "magic God" in front of him, he naturally replied honestly: "the villain is a member of qintian tribe among the three tribes..."
With the beast skin man's story, Zhuo Wen got a general understanding of the situation here. There are three tribes here, with thousands of people in each tribe. The three tribes check and balance each other.
More importantly, although the three tribes check and balance each other, each ethnic group has a mission in their hearts, that is, to guard the sacrificial tower in the center of the three tribes.
This sacrificial tower is said to be the ancestral treasure handed down by their ancestors and needs to be guarded by their people from generation to generation.
As for where this place is, the animal skin man himself can't tell, but Zhuo Wen knows that this place is by no means Middle Earth. He can't tell where it is.
"Although the person in front of him has no breath of holy power, his physical body is quite strong, and his physical quality is much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists."
Zhuo Wen secretly said that he had a strong interest in this place, and what was the matter with the original transmission array? How did you send him here? What is this place?
"Take me to your tribe." Zhuo Wen said indifferently.
The beastly man's pupils shrunk, his lips trembled and said, "our tribe does not allow magic gods to enter. If you want to go to the tribe, we will all be killed by the people of the tribe."
Zhuo Wen stared coldly at the animal skin man and said coldly, "if you don't want to die now, take me."
The beast skin man trembled in his heart and finally hardened his head and said, "no, the tribe will never allow the magic God to enter. Once the magic God mixes into the tribe, it will cause towering disasters. Although I am afraid of death, I will not harm the tribe."
Zhuo Wen showed his impatience. He knew that the animal skin man in front of him would not say. He simply buttoned his right hand and pressed it on his Tianling acupoint. Suddenly, the man's memory was at a glance in front of Zhuo Wen.
"I see. Qintian tribe is not far from here."
With that, Zhuo Wen lifted the animal skin man in his right hand, and he disappeared in place with the animal skin man like a gust of wind.
Dozens of miles away from the dense forest, there is a large tribe with tiled houses and an endless stream of ethnic people.
In a high tower of the tribe, an old man slowly stood up. His eyes showed a dignified color. He looked at the kneeling people in front and said in a deep voice, "what you said is true? The human form magic God appears again?"
If Zhuo Wen were here, he would be able to recognize the several people kneeling in front of the old man, who were the leaders of the group who attacked him before.
At the moment, a strong young man looked up and said in horror: "it's true that the stone spears thrown by nearly 100 of us can't pose any threat to this person at all. I really can't think of anyone who has such a powerful power except the magic God."
The old man frowned and said, "according to the calculation, the magic God should also appear, but unexpectedly, the human magic God appeared this time. This is definitely a disaster that our three tribes need to be careful. I must inform the other two tribes."
"And our qintian tribe arranged the highest alert, and opened the lock God array arranged by our ancestors. With the lock God array, the magic God can't enter at all."
Several people kneeling on the ground bowed in a distance, and even slowly retreated, while the old man took out a crystal clear crystal stone and recited the gray ancient language in his mouth, as if transmitting a message.
After a while, a loud horn sounded in the whole qintian tribe. The originally quiet tribe was completely broken.
All the people in the tribe looked flustered. The old, weak, women and children hid in their homes, while the strong young men took out their sharp stone tools and gathered in the square of the tribe.
The blowing of the horn represents that the tribe has fallen into the hot water, and its situation has reached an extremely critical level.
At the same time, over several miles of the tribe, a huge blood colored beast virtual shadow emerged. With a roar, the blood colored beast virtual shadow suddenly collapsed and broke into countless blood rivers.
The terrible Blood River turned into a bloody barrier and shrouded the whole qintian tribe.
"Lock God array? What happened to the tribe?"
In the tribe, many people looked at the blood River shrouded in the sky, and their eyes were frightened and dignified.
Generally speaking, blowing the horn indicates that something important is about to happen, and putting out the lock God array also means that the tribe has reached the moment of life and death.
"Everyone cheer up, the human magic God appears. This time we can't let these existing magic gods break into the tribe, otherwise it will bring great disaster to our tribe." a strong man shouted loudly.
At that time, there was a large-scale commotion around. Many people were at a loss and frightened. Even many people were trembling all over and had no blood on their faces.
But more people are determined to defend the life and death of the tribe.
Whoosh!
Not long after the lock God array was arranged in qintian tribe, a Changhong came and stopped hundreds of meters outside the tribe.
Zhuo Wen held the animal skin man in his hand, and his eyes fell on the lock God array in front, looking surprised.
Zhuo Wen is really familiar with the smell on the lock God array. The land on it is the texture prohibited in ancient times.
When Zhuo Wen swept over the lock God array, countless people in the tribe naturally noticed Zhuo Wen, and immediately they all showed panic.
"Human form magic God, is it really human form magic God..."
The panic continued and even made a lot of noise. However, when a white haired old man walked out of the tower step by step, the noise outside suddenly quieted down.
"You don't have to panic. There is a lock God array. Even the human magic God can't turn over any waves." the old man said slowly.
The old man's words immediately calmed the panic in the hearts of many ethnic groups.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly and said faintly, "I think you misunderstood. I'm not the human phantom God in your mouth. I'm just a passer-by who doesn't intend to enter here. As long as you can tell me how to leave here, I will never embarrass you."
The old man said coldly, "I have to say that the lie you made up is really clumsy. Do you think this lie can let us let you into your ancestral land? It's absolutely impossible."
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly. From the old man's words, he could detect that the so-called ancestral land was probably the key to getting in and out of the outside world.
However, all the people of the qintian tribe recognized him as a human form magic God. He knew that if he didn't use thunder, I'm afraid he couldn't make it clear to these people.
At the thought of this, Zhuo Wen stopped talking nonsense. As soon as he kneaded the formula with his right hand, he immediately swallowed the spell ban and painted a series of complex virtual shadows of spell prints. These spell prints were scattered all over the sky and attached to the surface of the lock God array. After a while, the lock God array trembled violently
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