"King Qi, this tribe is just a small and medium-sized tribe. It is not very powerful and only has a few small cities around it. The strongest tribe leader is their clan leader, who is only at the late purple level..." The second commander reported, but was ignored again. King Bei interrupted.
"What? Did I hear you correctly? You said that their clan leader is only at the late purple level?"
"Yes, late purple level." The second commander responded.
"Then you guys can escape no matter how weak your skills are. How could you be killed on the spot?" King Mobei asked.
"He was not killed by the leader of the Molong clan. The commander-in-chief was brutally murdered when he sneaked into their temple to catch a thief." The second commander replied hurriedly.
"Oh? Is there another agency in the temple, or is there an expert hidden there?" King Mobei asked.
"My subordinates are not sure. When I arrived, I only sensed two auras, which were the little thief and his spiritual beast. Other than that, I didn't notice any other auras." The second commander said.
"There must be another mechanism. I didn't find any other aura at that time. I just saw a flame hitting the commander. Brother, he died on the spot." The third commander also agreed.
"This is strange! The formation that can kill the commander is probably impossible for ordinary master formations to do. Is there some forbidden formation hidden in that palace?!"
"No, how could a small tribe have such a powerful formation?!" King Mobei speculated, but still had no clue.
"It seems like I, the old man, have to take action myself!"
"Don't act rashly again, wait until I arrive before making plans!"
"Yes!" Several people responded.
Then the light from the bronze mirror dissipated, the figures gradually disappeared, and the cave became silent again.
Two months later.
Liangchen obtained the "Treasure Book of Strange Beasts" and has been reading this book these days. This book is relatively old and he has never heard of many rumors about monsters recorded in it.
Patriarch Jean Molong also collected a lot of books before. After some comparison, the records in this book are obviously more detailed and rich.
I just don’t know if it’s accurate, or it’s just a collection of humane hearsay by the people who compiled this book.
After this period of observation, the monster in the spirit beast bag has been confirmed to be the wind-riding beast.
Fortunately, there are still a few Blood Spirit Talismans in the storage bag, and Liangchen asked the leader of the Molong clan to purchase some other items, preparing to subdue this beast in a few days.
Although he wished he could take it in immediately, after all, its owner had just died and there must have been a lot of damage to it, so it was better to let it recover for a while.
After some repairs, the Holy Palace has returned to its original state. The surrounding guards have been significantly strengthened, and those who come to worship have been moved further away.
After some investigation and inquiry, the leader of the Molong clan still could not find the identity consistent with the assassin killed by the Holy Son, but at least he was sure that he was not a person from the seven tribes.
After some thought, the leader of the Molong clan contacted the Seventh Tribe to inform several clans of the assassination. Of course, he also concealed the fact that the Holy Son killed him alone.
The Qibu were shocked after hearing this, and even sent a team of envoys to express their concern for the Holy Son. They left only after confirming that the Holy Son was fine.
Several tribes even suggested that the Holy Son should follow the envoy to the Holy City now. After all, the secret realm would be opened in more than half a year, and they did not want any more accidents.
However, due to the persistence of Patriarch Molong and Liangchen, and because they also knew that the Yun Palace Formation in Yunxiao City was extremely powerful, they stopped forcing it and gave up the idea after some warnings.
But as a big bamboo-green star appeared again next to the bright moon in the night sky, the atmosphere in the endless desert suddenly became tense.
From time to time, herdsmen or tribesmen who go out for hunting see streaks of light streaking across the sky.
Occasionally, there are people in various strange clothes hurriedly walking in the desert, riding animals or birds, driving spiritual boats, or flying swords, all seeming to be heading in a certain direction.
Although there was no malicious intention and there were very few fights, the news gradually spread, and the Seven Divisions sealed the teleportation array, which still made some interested people notice a strange phenomenon.
Just like a seemingly calm sea, undercurrents and turbulent whirlpools are hidden.
In the endless desert.
An old man was riding a camel-like mount in the desert.
The old man rode the alpaca backwards, resting his head on its neck, holding a piece of grass root in its mouth. The alpaca under him also had a piece of grass root in its mouth, chewing it slowly.
There is a collar around the alpaca's neck, and four or five dazzling white silver bells are hung on the collar, which makes a crisp "ding-ding-bell" sound with the pace.
It walked slowly and unhurriedly, and the old man didn't hurry or rush it. He looked at the setting sun and muttered to himself.
"This ghost place, the spiritual energy is so thin!"
"It will be a big loss if we come back empty-handed this time! Don't you think so, you big stubborn sheep!" the old man said, patting the monster that sat down, as if talking to it.
"Hmph—" The alpaca seemed to understand, sneezed and shook its head.
"What exactly is the Immortal Pool? Can it really give people eternal life?"
"I have been preparing for this for a long time, so the Sky Ascension Formation should be fine. I hope this so-called eternal life pool will not disappoint me!"
As he spoke, he took out another map and spread it out.
"If this trip goes well, we have to find another way back. The horrible weather along the way is really annoying!" The old man muttered and looked at it for a while, then collected the map.
"Big dream,
The sun rises and sets,
Thousands of years of endless dreams.
Like fog,
The wind and clouds are coming together,
Like fog and flowers.
The desert is vast,
The moon shines brightly,
The sand remains unchanged forever.
The colorful clouds are coming,
High-spirited,
It's like the clouds on the horizon.
Go with the wind,
Go with the wind,
Everything goes with the wind..."
The old man seemed to be chanting and singing, and his slightly aged voice carried far and wide in the desert wind! My love, how can you not pay attention to this or popular online articles, let’s chat about online articles together~
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