Balian will not be deceived by the child's appearance, because he can sense that this child's body contains extremely terrifying cultivation power, which is even vaguely superior to transcending tribulations.
He bowed to the child and said, "Junior Si Chen, this is the first time I entered the Bronze Gate by mistake. I don't understand many things. I hope my seniors can give me some advice."
The child stared at him without blinking: "I saw it when you were rescuing people just now. There is a very strange power hidden in your right hand. The corpses in the dark are also called the undead. Even if I want to It’s very difficult to kill that thing completely, so why does it melt away as soon as you touch it?”
In all the years since he entered the Bronze Gate, he has never seen such a strange phenomenon.
Balian thought it should be the divine power in the jade tablet, which undoubtedly had absolute restraint on those demons and evil spirits.
But he would not be stupid enough to tell all this, and chuckled: "This junior once inherited the Seal of the Mountain God."
"The Seal of the Mountain God." There was still a trace of doubt in the child's eyes, but he did not ask too much about other people's privacy. He waved his hand lazily and said: "Anyway, you saved my people, and I will take this from you." Love."
Bailian glanced at him and asked, "I wonder what you call me, senior?"
The child's waving movement froze, and the eyes of others looking at Balian also changed subtly.
The atmosphere was subtly quiet for a moment.
The child's doughy face became gloomy little by little, as if he had touched some wound. His tone slowed down and he said quietly: "No title."
"No title?" Balian was puzzled.
"Don't rush to offer your sympathy. Anyone who enters the Bronze Gate, no matter you are a god, a human or an immortal, will be slowly assimilated and deprived of this world. Here, don't imagine that you can still retain even half of what you were born to be like. dignity."
The child's tone was serious and heavy: "The name your parents gave you, the wisdom the world gave you, and the conditions you were born with will all be taken away by this world. Gradually, you will only be a nutrient in this world." .”
"Senior, you are also from the human world?" Balian asked, but he could not understand that even his name would be taken away from him.
The child sighed and did not deny his origin: "Everyone in this tribe is a human practitioner. Have you seen the bag of seeds?"
Bailian hummed and said, "If I read it correctly, it should be agricultural food seeds."
"Yes, it is in the human market that you can buy a load of grain seeds for ten taels of silver. You must have seen it. This is a bronze world that has lost the day. There is no lack of spiritual power here, but there is no sunshine, which can provide food. Grains for human consumption cannot grow, so we need to use the brief light of dawn every time darkness falls to warm the seeds to germinate before they can be planted."
From this child's story, Balian gradually understood the true structure of the world.
Once you enter the Bronze Gate, your own name will be stripped away as time goes by. He said that the conditions that humans are born with are planting, hunting, land and even mating.
Without the permission of this world, they do not even have the right to retrieve their own names.
The foreign humans who fall into the bronze door are like domestic animals in captivity.
They can hunt and kill creatures in this world, just like the rabbit that Si Li caught from the mountains and roasted. However, if they stay in this world for a certain period of time, they will gradually lose their 'right' to eat.
Just like the people in this tribe, if they hunted a rabbit, the rabbit would be wiped out of existence in the world and disappear completely without even waiting for them to set up a fire to roast it.
The land they own is also very scarce. This world will give gods statues to suppress the waves of darkness from all directions. If they need to expand their territory, they will need to carry ten buckets of fresh blood, three buckets of glycerin, and seventeen dogwood trees to the southeast. direction opposite the river bank.
There is a huge, tall and long bronze sacred tree that reaches into the sky.
If the hot blood glycerin is irrigated at the bottom of the sacred tree and seventeen dogwood trees are tied to the branches, then the power contained in the tribe's idols will gradually increase, thereby expanding the land for human survival.
From the child's mouth, I learned that in this world, the native creatures are jointly dominated by three races.
Ancient God.
Dao Demon.
Heavenly ghost.
Since ancient times, no one who enters the Bronze Gate World, whether they are Tribulation Immortals, famous monks or demon creatures, can leave this world.
Because after being in the bronze world, it is impossible to know where the real bronze door is.
The "god envoys" they call are originally humans who entered the bronze world from outside and received blessings after surrendering to the gods.
Thinking about it this way, in this world where gods and demons dance together, the human monks who accidentally enter the bronze door are really in trouble.
The Bronze Gate world is extremely vast and boundless, and it seems that there are not a few human tribes like this.
"Okay, now you know the situation. There are still vacant houses in our tribe. You can go down and rest for the night. This wave of darkness will last for most of the day and you will not be able to leave for the time being." The child looked up and looked up. A glance at the sky enveloped by the black tide revealed a gloomy look in his eyes.
The situation was precarious, and the residents here were not enthusiastic about foreigners. A taciturn young man led Bai Lian and others to a few vacant rooms, and left without saying a single unnecessary word.
After several days of hard fighting, both physically and mentally exhausted, both the demon killer Hongzhuang and Fang Geyu chose a room early to turn off the lights and rest.
Although Si Li didn't need to sleep, she didn't like living in groups, so she found a room to live alone.
Balian held a beautiful head in his arms and did not dare to let the tribesmen see it. It was not until he returned to the house that he took the head out of his arms, placed it in a flower pot on the window sill, and then crossed his legs on the bed. Started meditating.
The lights are slightly cool and the night is silent.
The Demon Lord's eyes were clear and steady, and those deep black pupils reflected the faint light between the two of them. There seemed to be something very obscure and profound hidden in the depths of her eyes. When the whole person calmed down, her face was as pale as a demon. His face was frighteningly cold.
Time passes slowly.
The wick burned silently to the end, and the fire was extinguished.
Her eyes were like a heavy fog, hiding the candlelight, and all the obscure emotions disappeared.
"Knock knock knock..." One day passed, and someone knocked on the door.
Balian opened his eyes, stood up and opened the door.
The person knocking on the door was none other than the middle-aged man he had rescued yesterday. With a sincere smile on his face, he scratched his head and said, "Brother, the tide of darkness has dissipated. The tribe is having a meal. Let me call you." Together."
Balian glanced behind him, but there was no one.
The man smiled again and said: "Those girls were very tired. They said they wanted to rest for a while and told me not to disturb them."
Balian nodded and said, "Thank you."
He followed this man through the stone forest path and walked side by side towards the place where he was eating. He suddenly thought of a question and said: "Yesterday, the senior said that you have all been deprived of your names. When we get along with each other in daily life, it is difficult to distinguish everyone with no names. , wouldn’t it be a lot of inconvenience in life?”
The man snorted and said, "What can I do? I'm already used to it."
