Ancestral Hall.

In the deepest part of the Qingyang Mountain Range, Qingyang Huan walked towards the depths of the stone hall, and in the dim space, there were wisps of beast fire jumping, but no matter how strong the beast fire was, it seemed that it could not dispel the darkness here.

"Ancestor, I'm here to practice the Qingyang method of opening Tibet. ”

In front of an old man, Qingyang Huan saluted respectfully.

In the dimness, a rickety figure paced out little by little, his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were sunken, and he tried his best to open his eyes and look at Qingyanghuan.

"The method of opening Tibet in Qingyang is the foundation of my Qingyang, and I am fortunate to have the ancestors to protect and inherit the method, and I went to worship the ancestors first. ”

At this moment, Qingyang Huan did not have the slightest slippery, and followed the old man into a deeper depth, and the pieces of bluestone were covered with cracks, turned into tablets, carved with cloud patterns, which were the ancestors of the Qingyang clan.

After the prostration, the old man spoke up, "The clan of Qingyang, inherit the ancestor Yu Yin, inherit the method of opening the Tibetan of Sanyang, and derive the Qingyang Divine Collection, and the Tibetan law cannot be passed on, you can remember it." ”

"Remember!"

After nodding yes, with the acquiescence of the old man, Qingyang Huan entered a cave, and the last of the Qingyang clan's clan hall was connected to an ancient mountain in the mountain range.

The entire ancient mountain has been hollowed out, and wisps of beast fire are swirling in the cave, but it is filled with vicissitudes and decay.

In the depths of the cave, there is a dilapidated stone stele, with the size of one zhang, the stele is covered with dense cracks, and a large crack runs through the entire stele.

The erosion of the cracks in the road made the pattern on the stele extremely blurred and broken.

This stele is the Qingyang clan's Sanyang method of opening Tibet, close to the stele, Qingyang Huan can see clearly, this is a vague murderer roaring in the sky, the top of the sky has three big days to run.

But the strange thing is that the picture engraved on this stele is very incongruous, the vague murder occupies two-thirds of the size of the entire stele, and the open mouth has the potential to swallow mountains and rivers, sweeping the nine heavens, and the three big days are in the huge mouth of the great murderer, as if they are about to be swallowed.

"It's really interesting."

At this moment, the sound of the stone spear sounded in Qing Yang Huan's mind again.

"What do you mean?"

Suddenly Qingyang Huan was shocked, the origin of this stone tablet, even the Qingyang clan itself is not clear, but it cannot be denied that it is precisely because of this stone tablet that there will be the Qingyang clan.

The warriors of Qingyang in the past dynasties comprehended this stone tablet, and derived the method of opening Tibet, which is the method of opening Tibet in Sanyang, although there are also Qingyang people in the past dynasties who want to understand the deeper things of the stone tablet, but every time they have failed.

"Boy, this is a broken totem rubbing. ”

"Totem!"

Hearing this, Qingyang Huan exhaled, and even his subconscious breathing became rough, this is the existence that Qingyang clan dreams of.

"It's just a broken totem, what's there to be excited about. ”

"Please also ask the seniors to explain their doubts. Immediately, Qingyang Huan suppressed the agitation in his heart and said respectfully, after all, he had not ventured into the Great Wilderness, his vision was narrow, and the things in the Great Wilderness were full of mystery for him.

"Before the ancient times, the symbiosis of heaven and earth and all races, to worship all things in heaven and earth as a totem of faith, praying for more powerful power, they worship the flame as respect, obtain the blazing flame, the strong burn millions of miles of wilderness, with the thunder as the totem, the strong penetrate the Nine Hidden Yellow Spring. ”

"There are also ancient clans, with Pixiu, Feizhi, Qiqi, gluttony, and ferocious as tribal totems, to obtain the power to destroy the world and the earth, but these totems are uncommon, and later people will copy their appearance, and then worship to derive the spirituality that belongs to this kind of great murder, and the vague murder on this stone tablet rubbing is the real fierce. ”

"The big murderer is really fierce, is that my Qingyang clan has a town clan totem. Qingyanghuan asked hurriedly.

"A waste stone, the spirituality has disappeared, and it can no longer be used as a tribal totem. ”

Hearing this, Qingyang Huan's expression couldn't help but darken, in the great wilderness, there is a world of difference between the tribes with totems and the tribes without totems, don't look at the Qingyang clan's power Earthquake is thousands of miles away, but in the eyes of the real ancient clan, it is still just a remote people, because it is difficult to give birth to a strong person in the totem realm in the clan.

The tribes that really have tribal totems have been passed down from generation to generation, and there are endless totem mirror warriors in the clan, and they are more able to climb towards a higher level of martial arts realm.

For example, the Qingyang Clan, in addition to the ancestor who raised the army to shock Qingyangling two thousand years ago, and an ancestor thousands of years ago, there is no strong man in the totem mirror world, and the warrior of the totem mirror is more like a kind of luck.

"Is there really no way?"

"Yes!"

The next moment, Shi Mao's words seemed to pull him back from the edge of the cliff of disappointment.

"Senior, say quickly, whether it is the blood essence stone or other blood qi, I will tell Daddy, and the entire Qingyang clan will help you find it. ”

"Find the faith totem of another tribe and bring it back so that this totem stone tablet can absorb spirituality. ”

This sentence couldn't help but make Qingyang Huan roll his eyes, the tribal totem is the foundation of a tribe, unless it is to exterminate the clan, otherwise it is a dream to get the faith totem to set foot in, but then again, the tribe with the faith totem, the Qingyang clan really can't afford to provoke.

"The human race can't do it, the foreign race doesn't say no, as long as your strength is strong enough, the great wilderness and all the races will be plundered by you, so if you don't go out, everything is utopian!"

Concentrating, Qingyang Huan began to observe this stone monument.

In fact, over the years, the Qingyang clan has comprehended the method of opening the Tibetan from this stone tablet, which has already been compiled into a classic, but the perception of the clansmen of the past dynasties, although it is perfect, but from another aspect, it is also limited by layers.

That's why he came to observe the most primitive stone monument and to understand his own perception.

Roar!

Three days later, Qing Yanghuan, who was sitting in front of the stone stele, sketched a figure in his mind, but it was very vague, and it was difficult to condense the divine form and flicker Qinglin, but the violent and boundless momentum was imprinted in his mind.

Roar!

In an instant, he seemed to hear an angry roar, and the ancient tyrannical qi filled his entire body.

"It's been to the extreme, no wonder my Qingyang clan can't go any further, the dilapidated totem has lost its god form and lost its majesty. ”

There was a glint in his eyes, and a pale golden light flashed away, and Qingyang Huan got up and left the cave.

......

Three days later, a hundred miles outside Qingyang Mountain, under a dry mountain, there was a sound exploding, followed by the two figures retreating separately.

"Jin Wei, your giant ape bloodline seems to be stimulated again, and it can be completely turned into your own totem, which is really a great creation!"

Jin Wei, who retreated, was full of tyrannical aura, and such a situation had already manifested itself when he was fighting with the blood clan warriors before. The golden ape bloodline is too tyrannical, and Jin Wei is obviously a little uncontrollable.

"Squeak Squeak......"

At this moment, a purple light burst out from the depths of the Manglin and rushed directly towards Qingyang Huan.

"Little thing, you're here, go!"

Grabbing the sable that pounced, Qingyang Huan put it on his shoulder and ran towards the depths of the mountain forest.

"Where are we going?"

"Go to the ancient city of Lashan!"