"Hemorrhage, ancestor, are you injured?" Shaotian asked curiously, seeing that the old patriarch did not blame himself. His eyes moved slowly.
"Hmph." Patriarch Li threw away the bones in his hands, "It's time to tell you about this, so that you don't get into trouble again."
"We, the wilderness race, have existed on this land since a long time ago. At that time, there was no Yishan floodland. It was just a ruined barbaric land. Later, the world changed greatly, floods occurred everywhere, and nine great floodlands appeared in Yishan.
Although the mountain is not one of the nine great swamps, it was formed at that time. After the formation of the Yishan flood swamp, wild beasts abounded, and gradually some monsters opened their spiritual wisdom and swallowed the essence of the sun and the moon. We, the wild tribe, have lived here for generations and hunted for a living.
It was discovered that some monsters appeared in Yishan, possessing magical powers and being extremely powerful."
The old patriarch paused deliberately and gestured to the bird leg in Shaotian's hand. Shaotian was attracted by the story, and although he was reluctant to part with it, he obediently handed it to the greedy old patriarch.
The old patriarch couldn't stop eating, and Li Huanhuan's black lines popped out when he saw it. Pay attention to your image, ancestor!
The old patriarch ate the bird legs and was very satisfied. His beard moved up and down, and he continued: "We, the Desolate tribe, love peace and live in seclusion. However, in order to survive, we must fight against the sky, the earth, and monsters.
These powerful monsters regard our Desolate Tribe as their enemies, and the two sides fight frequently, causing casualties to each other."
The four Shaotians were fascinated by what they heard, their eyes sparkling, obviously attracted by the ancient rumors of the Desolate tribe.
"What happened next? Did we kill all the monsters?"
Patriarch Li shuddered and sighed, "Do you think the demon tribe is all these chirping birds?"
"In the Yishan Mountains, there are several big monsters that are as powerful as our Desolate Clan leader. At that time, those big monsters led the Yishan monsters to become enemies of our Desolate Clan. The Desolate Clan was in danger."
Several old men were all recalled by the past events described by Patriarch Li, and their cloudy old eyes radiated their former glory.
"Later, our Desolate Clan gave birth to a peerless genius. At only twenty years old, he became the number one master of the Desolate Clan, and his profound power shook the sky. He single-handedly slaughtered all the Yishan Monster Clan, leaving only a few big monsters.
, relying on a divine weapon to withstand the attack of that Desolate race master."
"That artifact was so powerful that even the master did not dare to take it lightly. In the end, the strong man from the Desolate Clan signed the Desolate Demon Agreement with the Demon Clan. It stipulated that the Demon Clan could not attack or interfere with the people of the Desolate Clan.
The life of the Desolate Clan. The Desolate Clan is not allowed to take action against the Monster Clan. The prey hunted by the Desolate Clan must be ordinary beasts that have not opened their intelligence."
Patriarch Li looked nostalgic. The meat of monsters tasted good.
"Ancestor, pay attention to your expression!"
Li Huancuan sighed.
"What happened next? Where did the master of the Desolate Clan go?" Shaotian asked.
Patriarch Li fell into memories and said slowly: "That ancestor did not want to stay in the Desolate Clan and live an ordinary life. In his later years, he used his powerful magic power to break through the barrier between heaven and man and left the Desolate Clan."
"The heaven-human barrier was established when the Desolate tribe existed on this land. It was to isolate the outside world and protect the Desolate tribe for millions of years. And the strong ancestor left the Desolate tribe to travel
Shenwu Continent, the great swamp, looking for what he calls the path to the strong."
The eyes of the four young men shone when they heard this, and they worshiped this most powerful man to the utmost.
"Ancestor, what is the name of this ancestor?" Shaotian clenched his little fist and asked excitedly.
"His name is Mu Fu. Little guy, why are you asking so many questions?"
"When I grow up and travel around the world, I must find him and see what this ancestor looks like." Shaotian said.
"Want to get out? Humph, do you think it's so easy to get out of the Desolate Clan's barrier?" The old patriarch snorted coldly, "Hundreds of years after Mu Fu left, we, the Desolate Clan's strong men and the Demon Clan's strong men joined forces to break through, but they still couldn't break it.
Barrier. Now we have given up the idea of leaving."
The firm belief in Shaotian's eyes made the old clan leader tremble in his heart, "If you want to get out, you must practice. Only by reaching the strongest level can you break through the seal of the Desolate clan."
"Practice!" The four of them, Shaotian, suddenly thought of their brothers who had been trained to death all day long in the wilderness to the east of the Desolate tribe, and immediately lost interest.
"We don't practice!"
The four of them shouted in unison and ran away.
"Is it okay if you don't want to practice? One day, you will understand that people must become stronger, my child." The old patriarch sighed.
After the four Shaotians left, the earth suddenly began to shake. The eyes of the old patriarchs shrank, and the aura of the strong came out from their bodies.
"Are you here, Brother Griffin?"
The earth cracked open, and the white-headed gryphon that appeared in the ghost forest on the shore of Hongze emerged from the ground, turned around, and turned into a middle-aged man, dressed in black and with a rough face.
"Hahaha, brother, it's finally your turn to break the agreement this time! I'm here to demand compensation!"
Li Huancuan took a step forward, and the land that had been cracked for several feet slowly closed up. The white-headed griffon transformed into a man in black with a solemn expression.
"This is the genius of your generation of the Desolate Clan. Li Huanchao, who has reached the third-level Xuanwang realm after thirty years of training, is he the future heir to the leader of the Desolate Clan? He is indeed very impressive."
"Since the desolate demon agreement was signed, you demon clan have been destroying it. This time, it was just a few children who mistakenly ate a few birds and beasts that were not fully intelligent. We voluntarily offered three altars of desolate wine,
Honor the three seniors."
The white-headed gryphon's eyes lit up, but thinking of what his elder brother, the Nine-Headed Thunder Snake, said before leaving, he suppressed his desire and coldly snorted: "Although your desolate tribe's desolate wine is extremely delicious, you can send me away with just three jars."
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"The three altars are for the three demon kings, and of course there are three altars for the senior Griffin."
"Hahahaha, Brother Li, your future successor is not bad, not bad."
Li Huancuan brought the prepared desolate wine to the white-headed griffon. With a smooth move, the white-headed griffon made the six jars of desolate wine disappear into thin air.
"I still have something urgent to do, take one step first, take one step first!"
Rumble…
The earth cracked open again, and the white-headed gryphon disappeared.
The old patriarch gently stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It seems that the Nine-Headed Thunder Snake is not likely to provoke a conflict between the Desolate Tribe and the Demon Tribe. Otherwise, this foodie would not be allowed to come."
"Yes, if that flamingo comes, I'm afraid it will open up the treasure house of the Desolate tribe." Hai Futian said.
"I'm afraid that old monster has other plans in mind." The long-braided old man Nie Qiu said coldly, "We all know that the power of the Desolate Clan's seal has begun to weaken in recent years. Especially the last time
The Primordial Energy Pillar was affected, and the Desolate Clan's seal was almost defeated. Even with old men like us, we can't hold on for long."
"The treasure owned by the demon clan can travel through time and travel to our clan. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for us." Zhou Huang, the elder of the Huang clan, sighed.
"In this generation, only Chaos, Guan Shanyue and Zhou He can barely fight against the Demon King. However, even this can't stand alone. All hope can only be pinned on the next generation." Yinglong Yuyuan said, he was originally Yi Yi back then.
A dragon in the mountain flood swamp was defeated by thunder when it transformed into a dragon and almost died. It was the old clan leader Li Wei who saved him. From then on, he regarded himself as a member of the Desolate clan. He even fought with his former clan.
"In the young generation, only Shaotian, Dongliu, Zhou Cheng and Qing'er have slightly better talents. Especially Shaotian and Dongliu are extremely qualified and are good candidates for cultivation. However, they have no interest in practicing at all." Li
Huan Chaos life experience has been dedicated to spiritual practice. He has extraordinary momentum, but is unable to deal with all small things.
"Wait another year. After one year, even if I force them, I will force them to practice." The old patriarch leaned on crutches, straightened up, and decided Shaotian's tragic fate.