Proof of Longevity

Zhang Shiyang was pondering the opportunity to prove the Dao in his origin world, but outside it was a conspiracy by Zhang Shiyang that turned the sky over.

After Zhang Shiyang threw away the animal skins produced in the so-called cave sky, it finally fell into the hands of the patriarch of a large tribe. The patriarch hurried back to lay out his defenses while preparing to sacrifice to the immortal.

A big tribe that seems to be a bit reckless, this tribe is really big, there are about 100,000 people. Although 100,000 people are nothing but a drop in the ocean relative to China's 1.3 billion people, this is the ancient times, and this is the years of reckless famine. The weakest newborn baby in it is also the innate state among ordinary people.

Moreover, these tribes feed on strange beasts and monster beasts, and all of them are strong and powerful. Although this tribe has a hundred thousand people, it does not appear to be scattered. A wave of blood, blood, and smoke rose into the sky, even if it was more than a dozen miles away, it could be seen clearly.

In the very center of this tribe, there is an altar with countless bones. Recklessness is worthy of recklessness, this folkway is sturdy. The bone-built altar is about ten meters high, and you can feel a **** breath at a glance.

The old patriarch took out a box in a corner of the house, gently wiped the dust off the box, and then took out a bunch of keys. There is about a centimeter of dust on the box, which shows that the box is not open in normal days.

It was really strange at this time. Obviously a major event was about to happen, even an invasion by a foreigner, what did this old patriarch take out a box that he hadn't used for some years? . This box, this lock didn't think it was a bean curd dregs project, that some strange key gently stuck into the lock, and only heard a "pop", the lock was opened.

What came into view was a layer of yellow cloth, which was opened layer by layer, and the layers of yellow cloth were wrapped in three incense sticks. However, these three incense sticks are absolutely different from those used in Pingyue's sacrifice. These three incense sticks have broken the previous yellow color and are instead red.

The old patriarch picked up the three incense sticks and walked out, ignoring to say hello to the people coming and going, so he hurriedly boarded the altar made of bones. There was a big yellow cauldron on the altar. The old patriarch waved his hand to light the three incense sticks, and then solemnly inserted it on the cauldron.

The sky is windy, it's breeze. The incense ignited by Xinxiang was not blown by the breeze, which seemed quite strange. The incense curled up, drilled straight into the clouds, and rushed to the inexplicable place. After a while, wind and clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder flashed, and a figure that seemed to be illusory appeared on the altar.

This figure is made of incense, so it looks a little illusory, as if it is floating in the wind, and it can be blown away by a gust of wind. But the breeze can't blow away the incense, this incense is not ordinary incense, of course the smoke it ignites is not ordinary smoke. Seeing this figure appeared, the old man hurriedly bowed down: "See the lord of the clan chief."

Although the figure seems illusory, but the majesty is not small at all: "Which tribe are you?". The old man's head is lowered lower: "Wang Yi Tribe". The figure seemed to remember something when he heard the "Wang Yi Tribe": "Oh, what do you want to call the disciples of this sect".

Hearing this, the old man hurriedly took out the animal skin from his arms: "There are tributes underneath to dedicate to the gods." The figure moved slightly: "What sacrifice is worthy of you to light these three incense sticks that non-tribes cannot light at the moment of life and death?". "It's a cave day animal skin." While talking, the old man opened it.

As the animal skin opened, a reckless aura leaked out. The figure obviously felt the extraordinaryness of this thing, so he nodded and said: "Wait here, and I will teach my disciples to go. Your tribute is extraordinary. If it is confirmed at that time, you will be rewarded by the tribe."

After speaking, the figure dissipated, and then looked at Xinxiang before it burned halfway. The old man heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the messenger go. He was about to stand up straight when he heard a stern cry from a distance, followed by a loud shout. The old man did not dare to delay, quickly folded the animal skins into his arms and rushed to the place where the accident happened.

Besides, the four elders hurriedly commanded the defense of the clansmen, and they heard a screaming sound just after setting up everything. It was only recently that three members of the tribe had fallen in a pool of blood. Not far from the corpses of the three clansmen, black shadows flashed past, and then fell in front of these elders.

These dark shadows all show up with their heads hidden, staring at the people of this "indication" tribe. The Great Elder looked at these people in black and angered: "Who are you who actually killed my survivors innocently?". A figure that looked a bit plump came out of these masked men. The figure walked to the front of the crowd step by step, staring at the elder of the Shen Yi clan: "Today, our brothers are here only for money."

The great elder thought that the tribe is now at a critical moment. It is better to do more than to do less. Although three members of the tribe are now dead, some things will settle accounts with these guys after this incident. Then he swallowed his anger and said: "Oh, it turned out to be for money. It's easy to say, as long as you retreat, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

The plump figure heard the great elder say so, so he laughed: "Okay, refreshing enough, then I won’t go around. I just heard that the patriarch of your clan got a hide from the sky and killed one of us. Brother, you have to explain this matter, not only to call out the hides, but also to give us a loss."

The great elder is also a personal spirit, his eyes dimmed slightly, and his pupils shrank: "Are you here for that animal skin?" Hearing the words, the shadow chuckled: "Yes, as long as you hand over the hides, everything is easy to discuss, otherwise,".

These words had a strong threatening odor. Although they did not say it directly, the meaning was already very clear. The elder was full of irritation. He was about to speak when he heard a loud shout from a distance: "If you don’t Hand over the hides, otherwise what?". The voice fell, only a white figure dangled, and the old patriarch appeared here.

Staring at the man in black, he said coldly: "Otherwise?" There was a crazy stream of light in the dark shadow's eyes: "Otherwise, you will be slaughtered."

The old patriarch furiously said: "I'm so daring, my surviving clan has been standing in the origin world for tens of thousands of years, but no one has ever said to slaughter my surviving clan. I finally heard it today, but I want to slaughter it. I still want to see how your skills are. If you don’t have enough skills, then you can stay today."

The dark shadow smiled overcastly: "Okay, I'm about to learn your master's tricks." After saying this, the man in black took the lead to pat the old patriarch with a palm. The elders of the old clan should be strong, and they will not close their flashes, and directly face hard.

After the "bang" palm, the two colleagues backed away, the old patriarch backed two and a half steps, and the black figure backed seven steps. A shock flashed in the eyes of the black-clad shadow, and then he said: "Old guy, I didn't expect you to be so strong. It seems that I am going to change my strategy. Let's do it together. We will pick him one, and the rest will rush into the tribe to find the beast. Skin, there must be a barrier to directly kill without mercy". As he said, the gloomy light in his eyes became more and more prosperous.

The old patriarch heard the words and shouted: "You are shameless." He drew out a war knife and slashed directly at the man in black. The black-clothed people backed up, and the seven or eight black-clothed people behind quickly stepped forward. Four of them rushed to the old patriarch, three rushed to the great elder, and the rest of the large group of black people rushed into the tribe with weird smiles. Meeting people in the tribe is a melee.

The old patriarch was fierce at this time, and slashed at the man in black on the opposite side, like an axe smashing Huashan. The man in black flew back in an instant, vomiting blood. But the other three swords pierced the old patriarch's chest and limbs. Facing these three attacks, the old patriarch did not dare to be careless, so he had no choice but to defend. He clanged for a while and was temporarily restrained by the three men in black.

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