Qin Yu sword after sword, facing the two mysterious young men without fear.
The savage young man who had been hacked away and was covered in blood walked to another young man, stared at Qin Yu with a fierce expression, shouted angrily, the divine marks all over his body surged, and the wounds began to heal quickly!
Qin Yu was shocked. The marks of life and death and the dragon's spine were seriously injured, and they could not be recovered easily. He didn't know what kind of bloodline this young man had.
What surprised Qin Yu even more was that while the savage young man's wounds healed quickly, a red-gold light actually bloomed from the divine pattern!
This is... red gold bloodline!
Qin Yu immediately recalled what the priest had said to him when he was in Anping Town.
His first-generation Xuanyuan bloodline is the purple-gold bloodline, which together with red gold and gilt gold, is called the bloodline of the three war gods!
Over the years since then, Qin Yu has seen countless evil geniuses with top bloodlines, but he has never seen the same Zijin bloodline as his own, or the other two.
Unexpectedly, today, in the mysterious world behind the ancient bronze door, I would see the red gold bloodline, which is also known as the bloodline of the three war gods together with the purple gold bloodline.
Qin Yu felt the same aura on another young man, which showed that he probably had the same red gold bloodline.
Could this be the reason why I felt the restlessness in my blood just now?
What is the connection between the bloodlines of the three war gods?
But at this moment, there was no time to think too much. The injuries all over the savage young man's body had recovered, and his aura became even higher. The energy and blood glowing with red gold light shot straight into the sky, almost breaking the sky, and he was about to rush forward before his eyes.
Qin Yu's heart tightened, he clenched his sword and prepared to face the enemy.
However, the stern young man holding a long black sword suddenly stretched out a hand and stopped in front of the savage young man.
The savage young man was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily, shouting something in some weird language.
The cold young man spoke, also using this weird language that Qin Yu had never heard before.
But Qin Yu inexplicably felt that this language was very familiar.
His thoughts were whirling, and Qin Yu looked shocked.
He realized that the language spoken by these two people was actually the writing of his ancestors!
Previously, he had been taught by the formation spirit of the Yantian Formation Sect, and he had already learned the writing of his ancestors, but he had never heard it spoken directly, so he had not yet reacted.
Just listen to the savage young man yelling: "Jiang Jian! Let me kill him! He came out of the black desert!"
Another young man named Jiang Jian shook his head and said: "There is no evil power in him. He is not a puppet of the evil devil."
The savage young man said angrily: "I have never seen him before. Apart from us, there are only those evil puppets here. Let me kill him!"
"He has a very strange aura on his body." Jiang Jian ignored the barbaric young man and stared at Qin Yu: "When I saw him, I felt my blood boiling. I want to take him to see the elder."
At the mention of the elder, the savage young man shuddered, subconsciously shrank his head, and then growled: "No, what if he is an evil puppet in disguise! You can't take him back to the tribe!"
"The elder is in the tribe. He is very weak. Even if it is an evil puppet, the elder will deal with it." Jiang Jian said calmly.
Weak?
The corners of Qin Yu's mouth twitched.
If he didn't think the situation was a little weird, he really wouldn't mind letting these two people see if he was weak or not.
But what these two people said really surprised him.
Judging from what the two said, it was not just the two of them, but also an entire tribe.
These two people seemed to be young people in the tribe.
In the mysterious world behind this ancient bronze door, there actually lives a tribe, and the red gold bloodline, which is also known as the bloodline of the three war gods together with the purple gold bloodline.
Does all this have anything to do with the founder of the Hunyuan Shen Sect and the guardian spirit?
Thinking of this, Qin Yu said: "I am not some evil puppet."
He used the ancestral script, and although it was a bit unfamiliar, the two of them understood it immediately.
Jiang Jian was slightly startled and stared at Qin Yu.
"Can you talk?"
"Of course I can speak." Qin Yu was speechless: "I'm not mute."
Jiang Jian said in a deep voice: "You can speak the ancestral language... Only people from our tribe can speak it."
Qin Yu said: "Are you talking about the ancestral writing?"
"Ancestral text...who are you?"
Qin Yu said: "I am from the Hunyuan Divine Sect, Li... Xuanyuan Xingchen."
He originally wanted to say Li Youcai, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know why he said Xuanyuan Xingchen's name.
Jiang Jian stared at Qin Yu for a while and said in a deep voice: "I have never heard of the Hunyuan Shen Sect. There have never been outsiders here. You have to go back to the tribe with us to see the elders."
Qin Yu cupped his fists and said, "That's exactly what I meant."
He felt that the "elder" Jiang Jian mentioned was probably one of the keys to his trip to the Bronze Gate and the resurrection of the founder.
After all, the guardian spirit sent him directly through the door without saying anything or telling him what to do. Even if he was looking for clues, he had no clue.
Jiang Jian nodded: "Let's go."
As he said that, he put away the long knife, turned around and left.
Another savage young man was still staring at Qin Yu angrily, and he was very likely to hit him again. He was obviously very concerned about the loss he had just suffered at Qin Yu's hands.
"Jiang Chi!"
Jiang Jian saw this and gave a low drink.
Jiang Chi then put the thick mace on his back and glared at Qin Yu: "You'd better be more honest with me. If I find out that you are an evil puppet in disguise, I will kill you."
Smash it into a pulp!"
Qin Yu took back the divine sword and dragon spine without even looking at him, and followed Jiang Jian.
The three of them walked towards the depths of the mountains.
After entering the Bronze Gate, apart from the weird desert, all you can see is this mountain range.
This continuous mountain range is vast and astonishingly large. Each mountain top is at least tens of thousands of feet high. Most of them are barren of grass and extremely desolate. At a glance, an ancient and profound atmosphere rushes towards your face.
Qin Yu subconsciously unfolded his spiritual thoughts and went deep into the mountains, trying to see clearly what was in the mountains.
However, the moment his spiritual thoughts penetrated the mountain range, a monstrous demonic thought suddenly erupted in his spiritual thoughts.
It was an extremely sinister, strange and terrifying aura.
And at the end of this breath, in the center of the boundless mountain range, Qin Yu seemed to see a magic eye that was originally closed and suddenly opened.
The orange vertical pupils seemed to be locked on Qin Yu at this moment.
Qin Yu's whole body froze, and he felt the overwhelming demonic thoughts, as if they were pouring out from the chaos, trying to submerge him.
In the midst of this overwhelming terror that almost swallowed up the world, Qin Yu's whole body stiffened, and his spiritual thoughts were like a candle in the storm, easily blown out!
Qin Yu's sea of consciousness fell into a boundless darkness, and in the middle of this darkness, only the amber magic eye remained. The center of the vertical pupil like a beast seemed to be the source of this boundless darkness.
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And Qin Yu's mind seemed to be sinking forever.
"roll!!!"
At this moment, a cold shout without any emotion came from Qin Yu's eyebrows, shocking the world.
The vertical pupils of the Demon Eye shrank sharply, and the darkness receded like a tide.
