A convoy of more than 30 people is lonely on the endless prairie.

There were not many vehicles, only seven or eight, but the leather-clad men who were surrounding the neighborhood were all young and energetic, and some of them were only eleven or twelve years old.

At the front of the convoy was an old man dressed in a beautiful costume and riding a yellow horse.

He was wearing a fiery red fox fur hat and purple hat, but he had a three-color brocade belt around his waist. This is the hallmark of the first of the first.

This place is already the southern part of the Tianlan grassland. This was a contingent of unseen people who had gone to the temple to pay tribute.

"Tianlan Grassland" is the name of the Tuwu people for the Mulan Grassland, because the Tuwu people have always believed in the rumored "Tianlan Beast", and please regard it as the patron saint of their own clan, and worship it for generations, so the grassland has this name.

Originally, the Tuwu people only occupied the southern half of the Zhengtianlan grassland, but since they defeated the feuding Mulan people in one fell swoop in the battle in the middle of the grassland thirty years ago, they have occupied the entire grassland since then. Naturally, the power has risen by leaps and bounds, and there is no rival in the entire grassland.

Of course, the Tuwu tribe is so large that there are countless tribes inside. Small tribes as small as hundreds of thousands of people, and super tribes with a population of roughly 100 million people, are spread all over the grassland. And because there were many people who made contributions in the last holy war, there were also many new independent tribes coming out.

Some of these tribes are not small, and some are even more insignificant, with a population of only tens of thousands.

The "Heron Division", where the old man is located, is such a miniature tribe that has branched off from the big tribe. Although it can also be called a tribe, in fact, the entire tribe has only 70,000 or 80,000 people.

The old man's name is Yinglu, and when he was young, he fought bravely and abnormally, and in the holy war, he once defeated several small tribes of the Mulan people in a row, and captured many nobles alive, so that he has his current status. But now he can't withstand the ravages of the years, coupled with all these years of hard work, although he is only in his fifties, his body is already old.

It's noon. The old man looked at the scorching sun in the sky. Then he looked back at the young children in the middle of the convoy behind him. But he let out a long sigh.

It stands to reason that tribes no matter how big or small. You must worship a certain immortal master. Otherwise. In the event of a natural disaster. Encounter a monster. Ordinary mortals simply can't resist it.

But they are such a newborn small tribe. There is no way to recruit any Immortal Master Land. Even the lowest-level earth immortal masters were reluctant to enter such a small land tribe.

After all, for the Immortal Master. The bigger the tribe you join, the richer you are. Only then can they be able to provide sufficient resources for their cultivation.

Some small tribes can also have some low-level immortals. But it is these immortal masters themselves who are born from these tribes. Or their own qualifications and cultivation qualifications are inferior. The big tribes were also reluctant to worship. Therefore, he had no choice but to leave the land.

The old man's location is the Heron Department. Yes, he has not yet had the opportunity to cultivate the Landing Immortal Master of the Headquarters. So there have been things all these years. You can only hire low-level immortal masters from neighboring departments to help. But these immortal masters also ask for extremely high prices. A few shots will cost the entire tribe a small half of a year's income. This made the already unrich Heron even worse.

Fortunately, the opening day, which comes once in 20 years, is finally coming.

Feilu, who has long been concerned about this matter, naturally cannot let go of this matter. Immediately led several tribal disciples in the tribe who had been tested to have spiritual roots, and went to the Tianlan Sanctuary closest to their tribe.

The Tianlan Temple was originally only built to worship the Tianlan Holy Beast, but after so many years of evolution, it has become a holy place in the hearts of the Tuwu people, and a place dedicated to cultivating low-level immortal masters of the Tuwu clan.

There were several high-level immortal masters in each temple who were responsible for teaching some basic cultivation paths. After achieving something, those with lower qualifications directly return to the various tribes and are worshiped by the tribes, and those with a promising future of cultivation are accepted as disciples by those high-level immortal cultivators and specially cultivated.

Mortals who have not undergone the Enlightenment Ceremony are strictly forbidden for high-level immortal masters to teach immortal arts without permission.

These temples were few in number, only sixty or seventy, but they were spread evenly throughout the steppe, but each one was almost the center of a large area, surrounded by thousands of tribes, large and small.

As the only temple in the area, the larger the tribe, the closer it is to the temple, while the heron tribe is too small and is assigned to a very far place. It was a three-month journey from the tribe to the temple.

In desperation, as early as four months ago, Yinglu led the team to set off from the tribe.

Speaking of the last Enlightenment Day, although he had separated the tribe, he couldn't make up enough tribute, and he could only miss it.

This time, Yinglu said that she didn't want to miss it again.

Even if the entire tribe has to reduce food and clothing in the next few years, it is necessary to let their tribe have its own immortal master.

However, it is extremely dangerous for them to travel through such a vast grassland with tribute.

After all, the tributes are all things that are of great use to the immortal masters, and they are almost precious to mortals. There are many ill-intentioned people who take this opportunity to rob the weak team, and even some

It is also possible that the positive immortal master will make a move. This is a great deal during the Enlightenment Day of the past year.

The tribes closer to the temple were better, and they were afraid of the name of the temple and did not dare to be too presumptuous.

But a tribe as far away as theirs is extremely dangerous.

I heard that last time, a medium-sized tribe in this area had a nearly thousand-year-old elixir in the tribute, but after the news leaked, the whole team disappeared strangely on the way to the temple. Not a single figure could be found.

As a result, many people rumored that it was a high-level immortal master of a large tribe who killed people and seized the treasure because of this treasure. The people of the temple were naturally annoyed by this matter, and they heard that they also sent the immortal master in the temple to investigate, but somehow it was gone.

So this time, although the tribute was ready, there was no immortal master to suppress the formation, so that the leader of the heron tribe had difficulty sleeping and eating since he set off.

During this period of the Enlightenment Day, the immortal masters of various tribes were equally busy traveling to the temple with their teams. Even if there are spirit stones, there are no people who are willing to be hired. Occasionally, a few wandering immortal masters were hired by several nearby larger tribes with a lot of money.

As the weakest tribal leader, Yinglu can only stare dryly.

Thinking of this, the old man sighed and couldn't help but look back behind him.

Of the seven or eight chariots behind him, four of them were loaded with tribute, and all of them were horses carefully selected by the tribe. The cars were also sepredate, made of the tribe's strongest red birch. Of course, in order not to attract attention, all the vehicles look tattered and old on the surface.

But thanks to these measures, otherwise something might have happened a long time ago.

Even so, the last time I encountered a small pack of wild wolves, there was almost a reduction in the team.

But in order to break out of the wolves, the convoy had to discard the two slowest vehicles before they could get there safely.

The two cars were of little value, but they were filled with most of the food for the next two months. It seems that they have had to pause on the road for the past few days.

Remember that after two days' journey, there will be a canyon nearby.

There are very few people in there, maybe some bison and sheep can come back with some prey first.

Thinking of this, the old man looked back and touched the hardwood bow hanging from the saddle, and his face showed a deep groan.

"What's that?" suddenly came a crisp female voice next to the old man, and her voice was full of surprise.

This is the voice of a delicate girl who followed closely behind the old man.

This woman's name is Yingshan, fifteen or sixteen years old, she is a junior of Yinglu, and she is also one of the few people in the tribe who have been tested to have spiritual roots. Naturally, it is deeply favored by the herons.

The old man was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly looked up.

As a result, not far ahead, in a dense bush, there were bursts of blue light flickering, and there was something faintly inside. And he remembered very well that before he looked back just now, there was no such light in that direction.

The old man's heart sank.

As a tribal leader, he is naturally not unfamiliar with the aura released by the immortal master when he casts spells.

Could it be that there are really immortal masters who want to attack such a poor team as them?

Yinglu's heart sank, and he suddenly raised his hand, and the team behind him suddenly stopped. Everyone else also saw the blue light in the bushes in front of them, and their faces couldn't help but show a little panic and wariness.

The old man forcibly held the reins calmly and stood still, but all kinds of thoughts turned sharply in his mind, and he tried hard to protect himself.

But after a while, the old man realized that something was wrong.

Although the blue light in the bushes flickered incessantly, no immortal master ever appeared, and no immortal magic came out.

Yinglu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly looked carefully at the bushes, which were dense enough for one person to come to the high roots, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Tu Meng, go over and see if there is really any immortal master there. The old man's eyes flickered a few times, and then he suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Patriarch!" a young man with a strong body and a mighty face in the convoy was stunned when he heard this, but hurriedly agreed, and then dismounted, and cautiously walked towards the bushes more than twenty feet away.

When he was only five or six zhang away from the land of green light, the young man hesitated for a while, and then subconsciously restrained his steps.

"I don't know which immortal master is here? I'm from the Heron Department, and I'm here to see the true face of the immortal master. The young man seemed to have some status in the Heron Clan, and his words were also gentle, with a respectful look on his face at the same time.

But there was still only a flow of light in the bushes, and no sound came out. Seeing this, the young man couldn't help but glance back at the old man.

The old man thought about it for a while, but nodded silently at him, and the young man suddenly had a little confidence in his heart, and walked forward quietly and silently.

When he reached the bushes, the young man hesitated, gritted his teeth, and reached out to separate the bushes in front of him.