This is a deep stone cave. Because there is no sunlight all day long, it is damp and cold. There are many smooth moss growing on the stone walls on both sides, but special torches are inserted in it.

At this moment, there were footsteps coming from outside.

The dark-skinned man in animal skin stooped into the cave and walked inside for nearly half an hour before reaching the bottom of the cave.

The black and thin old man with ragged clothes had black marks on his body and face. He was sitting in the middle of the stone cave. There was a faint light falling on the top of his head, making his old face full of ravines look flickering. .

"What's the matter?" He didn't open his eyes and asked aloud when he heard footsteps. But the language is a native language that sounds obscure to outsiders, not a lingua franca.

"High priest, the patriarch asked me to call you, saying that there is a major matter to discuss."

"Patriarch? Did you say something?"

"No, you probably don't know. It has been more than 3,000 years since you retreated this time. Now the patriarch is Tu Xionggou. How long will it take to die."

"Tu Xionggou, I was a baby when I saw him back then, but now he's the patriarch, the years make people grow old." The old man sighed. He got up immediately, but perhaps because he hadn't moved for a long time, his movements were stiff, and his bones made a series of clicking sounds, and it took a while to get used to it.

If you look closely, you will find that his clothes are covered with dust and dirt, and weeds have grown in some places, which is extremely dirty.

"Come on, by the way, tell me about the development of the tribe over the years."

"My Tuxiong clan still dominates the Western Forest together with Tuhu clan and Tulang clan, and now they are three-legged. Although there are battles between them, they are all harmless, and each clan has a population of about 800,000. The vassals are large Tribes, medium-sized tribes, small tribes are all about the same number, it doesn't break the balance."

"It seems that the development has been good over the years, and the ancestors have not forgotten. So what does it mean to wake me up now?" The old man smiled.

"I don't know about this. I only know that the patriarch's face is not very good. He has called many respected clan elders and is discussing matters in the tree tower. But I heard that the same is true for other tribes."

The black and thin old man nodded. When he rushed to the tree building, there was a violent quarrel, mixed with the sound of slamming the table and smashing the bench. He raised his eyebrows, coughed dryly, and walked in slowly with his hands behind his back. .

"Who are you? How dare you..."

"His High Priest, is that you?! So you're still alive."

"High Priest!"

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The quarrel inside came to an abrupt end, replaced by exclamation and shock, followed by surprise and respect.

Tu Xionggou was a man with a sullen face, wearing silk clothes rarely seen among tribes, with a machete slung around his waist, when he saw the black and thin old man coming in, he was overjoyed, and said respectfully, "High Priest!"

"Hehe, you are all still here. Very good." The old man glanced around for a week and found many familiar people who were in a good mood. The people next to him hurriedly brought him a seat and tea, and he did not think the old man was extremely dirty.

It was a big surprise for such a living fossil-level character to appear in front of a crowd of clansmen.

After chatting for a while, we got to the point.

"High Priest, please look at this." Tu Xionggou held a square blue stone tablet half a zhang long and smeared it with his own blood. He said something in his mouth. The blurred stone surface changed for a while, and then a strange scene appeared.

A young man with a blurred face and a veil that seemed to be veiled walked out of the various tribes. He was holding a broken map fragment in his hand and was looking down at it.

"This is the picture sent back by the spies who were placed in each tribe." Tu Xiong Gou said in a deep voice.

"Almost every tribe has been to this person, and without exception, they have taken the map fragments from them."

The high priest's eyes gleamed brightly, "Map fragment? Did he discover something abnormal?"

"The secret that we have kept for so long in accordance with our ancestor's teaching must not be discovered by him." Several old men on the other side looked at each other.

"According to our deductions, he will arrive at our tribe in a few days, so please leave the high priest, just to ask you to take action." Tu Xionggou stared at the black and thin old man and said expectantly.

"In our figure bear tribe, only you can summon four totems together. If you are not there... even if we go together, I am afraid that it will not be this person's opponent." The rest said.

The black and thin old man nodded when he heard the words.

Totems are free in space, and among these tribes, the number of summoned totems is used as the standard to divide the strength.

If you can summon three totems, you almost have the strength of the Soul Palace. Subsequent subdivision is to integrate the totem into itself, get great bonuses, and even change its shape and have strange skills.

As a high priest, his strength was the addition of the four totems many years ago, and now he can faintly integrate the fourth totem into himself. In the words of the outside world, UU reading www. uukanshu.com His strength is the great power of robbing the bridge.

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The forest was filled with a thick gray-green miasma.

There are tall trees overhead. Farther away, the white mist rolled, like boiling lake water.

After pulling away the tall bushes in front of him with his hands, Ji Jiu moved and looked forward, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and saw a thorny weed that was several people tall densely growing in front of him, spreading for thousands of miles. , the fist-sized bubbles below rolled out of the wet and soft soil, and then burst, releasing a gray-green miasma from it.

"Is this the West Swamp?"

He spread out the map in his hand, then closed it.

"Guyue Sanjiao wood, Changyang wood was struck by lightning on the night of the full moon. The thunder here refers to Yin thunder, excluding positive, from Yin to cold, Changyang wood is hit every moment, every yin thunder It can't be too big, only the thickness of chopsticks..."

Qi Mei explained, with a hint of joy in her words. As long as she finds Qi Gu Yue San Jiao Mu, she will be able to leave the ice coffin just around the corner.

"Don't forget that you still owe me two favors." Ji Jiu interrupted her. He is not interested in the origin of Gu Yue Sanjiaomu.

"I know, you don't need to remind me all the time." Qi Mei couldn't help rolling her eyes. This devil is really useless.

"Pfft..."

She suddenly couldn't help laughing. For fear of losing his favor.

Ji Jiu didn't care about her anymore, she concentrated her spiritual power in her hands, and then slapped it out with a palm. A large dark palm print slammed out, and the wind rose, and it was the size of a house in the blink of an eye.

The next moment fell into the swamp.

With an earth-shattering loud noise, a hundred meters of silt splashed up, countless weeds collapsed, pairs of sinister eyes hidden in the silt were revealed, and the huge body was covered with green and hard armor.

There are no less than a thousand crocodiles!