Canglun Department. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is a huge tribe, with 100,000 people in the clan, and subduing more than 20 surrounding tribes to make them dependent on the Canglun Department. Looking at the entire northern region, the Canglun tribe is also a large number of tribes, much more than the barbarians.

And the Canglun Department also has gods.

However, after the grassland became independent, it was unstoppable, and the Canglun Department was also impacted.

After half a year of fighting, Yuan Meng's troops were defeated, and the Canglun Department was included in it.

That god was also killed by the army and fell.

The leader of the troops was Guo Zhongkan, among whom there were many people from Middle-earth, and there was chaos afterwards, and those who claimed to be from Middle-earth also caused a new turmoil.

It is precisely for this reason that these people hate the people of Middle-earth, and at the same time, they are more familiar with the people of Middle-earth, and they can also judge the difference from the people of the north from the clothes and body appearance.

......

"Canglun Department. ”

Kiyohara frowned slightly, as if he felt a little familiar, but he couldn't think of anything.

As for the few people in front of him, they are the clansmen of the Canglun tribe, but after all, they are not cultivators, and many things are only half-understood, and they can't ask anything.

Kiyohara was annoyed that these people had killed them without asking for a reason, so he gave him some lessons, and then threw himself in the snow, stopped in the distance, and thought for a moment before walking forward.

The Canglun Department is a hundred miles ahead.

The village where the tribe was located, covered with a layer of snow, stretched away, and the wooden houses seemed to be endless.

At a glance, there is only a vast expanse of white, but you can still see many people busy.

"A tribe of 100,000 people, most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled?"

Qingyuan Yin God swept over, and he could probably detect something.

Among the tribes, there are many people who have martial arts, but there are less than ten people who are comparable to internal strength masters, and although there are many people who can carry qi and blood, they are not many...... Most importantly, it is mostly young people.

It seems that after Yuanmeng broke through the tribe, he killed all the people with advanced martial arts here...... This even includes those who are cultivators.

"There were gods and spirits in the tribe, and there were also practitioners. ”

Qingyuan could see many subtle traces, and he could also see the source of these traces, and it was not the cultivators who attacked the tribe, but the cultivators in the tribe.

Because the traces left behind are very old and very subtle, they must have been practitioners who lived here all year round, and they are quite old.

These traces are left in some ancient and broken objects, such as a broken food bowl, such as a broken blade, such as a broken wooden house, such as the northern writing left on a broken wooden house.

At this moment, there are no cultivators in the tribe, and it seems that they were killed by Yuan Meng many years ago.

"Kill those who have the ability, and leave some weak Canglun tribesmen, which can be easily controlled?"

Qingyuan counted carefully, the Yuanmeng garrison in this tribe was only a hundred more than the barbarian side, which was scarce compared to the huge tribe.

However, in this way, it is not difficult for Qingyuan to step into the tribe.

......

"Wacky ......"

Qingyuan said secretly: "Logically speaking, since the tribe has cultivators, then it will have something to rely on, which is completely different from the barbarians, and there is no need to worship gods to thirst for hope." If the tribe had gods first, then there should not be cultivators......"

Cultivators who have embarked on the path of cultivation will gradually improve with their own cultivation, and they will look at faith worship relatively lightly. Even...... When a practitioner transcends the gods he believes in, how can the gods become the true gods in his mind?

Devout believers regard the gods as the only hope in their hearts, but for those who practice, it is a great taboo.

Shouzheng Daomen also worships the Taishang Patriarch, and this is completely different from believing in gods.

The barbarian tribe of 10,000 people has been multiplied for many generations, and there is no trace of cultivators, in fact, it is inevitably related to the checks and balances of the barbarian fire god at the beginning.

With skills, there is heart.

If you have a heart, you will not be very pious.

As a deity, we will not allow believers to waver in their devotion to the ground.

But there are gods here, but there are also cultivators?

With some doubts, Kiyohara stepped into the tribe, but he did not alarm anyone.

Walking among the tribes, like no man's land.

"There is a strange aura lingering in this tribe, and it is ...... There seems to be some omen for the impurity of June. ”

The reason why Qingyuan came here was actually due to a previous heartbeat.

But having a thought is also an omen.

He walked around the tribe and found no special traces.

Then, he released the Yin God and probed carefully, for half an hour...... Just when Qingyuan was about to return disappointed, he found a place that was only three feet old and inconspicuous.

"The snow is falling, the ice is frozen for thousands of miles, and at a glance, it is all white...... Why isn't it covered in snowflakes?"

He stepped out and shrunk into inches.

......

In front of me is a quagmire.

The quagmire is no more than three feet in circumference.

The sludge is black and yellow, with a slight rancid smell.

The surrounding area is a vast white snowfield, but it is a three-zhang mud pool, which is still the same as before, and has never been covered with snow.

Snowflakes fell in mid-air, but a foot above the quagmire, they melted out of thin air, as if melting...... But the quagmire was very cold, and there was no feeling of heat.

"Here ......"

Kiyohara's gaze swept over and many traces could be seen.

Those are all traces of monks.

There are cracks from flying swords, and there are scars from dust.

There are ** cut ravines.

There are traces of Taoism.

There are also traces of magic.

"There were people who fought here, and the way was not low, and the number was many. ”

Qing Yuan looked at the quagmire, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, so he squatted down, wrapped his mana around his fingers, and scooped a handful in the mud.

"Ordinary silt?"

Qingyuan's mana turned around, but he still couldn't detect any different aura.

However, at this moment, the ancient mirror suddenly flashed.

Qingyuan seemed to think of something, and his mind fell into the ancient mirror.

In the ancient mirror, the green lotus immortal seed shimmered with a dense luster.

"This is ......"

Qingyuan seemed to think of something, and his heart was shocked.

At this moment, an old voice came from behind him, saying, "There was originally a statue of a god here. ”

Hearing this, Qing Yuan slowly turned around, and at the same time, with a shake in his hand, the white jade ruler fell from his sleeve and held it in his palm.

The old voice behind him was not human.

The person who came was also a man with both feet on the ground, and his breath seemed to be dull and withered, but his face was covered with hair, not like a human face, but like an ape.

He is covered in black hair and has white hair on the top of his head.

Look at it with its arms over its knees, its ears hanging down its shoulders.

A pair of slightly cloudy and dull eyes, their color is pale gold.

It's a mandrill!

An old mandrill!(To be continued.) )