Zi Chen didn't listen to their discussion, and he didn't know what the soul guard was about.
Baal led the way, with the tomb guard still in front. Zi Chen and Viper walked side by side behind, and soon arrived at the meeting hall.
The so-called meeting hall is actually a large independent wooden house, which is very spacious. There is a rectangular wooden table in the middle of the wooden house, which is five meters long, and there are dozens of wooden chairs in two rows.
This place is just like a small village where mortals live in Tianwu Continent. All the buildings are made of wood. It is not grand and solemn, but it is more natural and free of charge. The wood itself exudes a light fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed and relaxed.
In the meeting hall, there were eight elderly people discussing things. Among them were six old men and two old women. They had been standing and did not sit down. Some of them were a little excited.
Seeing the dragon tomb that appeared, the eight people who turned around were startled, and a look of astonishment appeared on their old faces.
"Clan leader, you are back." An old woman looked at Dragon Tomb in disbelief.
Long Tomb nodded and said, "Yes Aunt Zhou, I'm back."
"It's the patriarch, it's really the patriarch who's back." The old voice was full of excitement, and the elderly people stepped forward tremblingly, overjoyed.
The tomb guard was also calling uncle, uncle and aunt, with a sweet mouth and a childlike smile on his face.
The tomb guard was very young, but these people were very old. It was said that the tomb guard could not even call him grandparents, but he was calling uncle and aunt, which made Zi Chen feel a little weird.
However, it can be seen that these elderly people are very fond of guarding the tomb.
The old man who was called Wang Bo by Shou Mu quickly discovered the abnormality of the tomb guard and said in surprise: "Clan leader, why have you fallen into such a bad situation?"
As he spoke, two dazzling rays of light shot out from the old man's old eyes. First they passed over Viper, and then fell on Zi Chen. He unexpectedly said: "You fell into this state probably because of this intruder. You took him in as your soul." guard."
The light in the old man's eyes disappeared, and his expression became kind again. It seemed that because of guarding the tomb, the old man looked at Zi Chen as if an elder was sizing up a younger one.
The other elderly people also looked at Zi Chen up and down, with full kindness in their eyes.
At this moment, Zi Chen couldn't help but frown when he heard the words soul guard.
"No, even a soul guard shouldn't have fallen to the seventh level. This should be one of the soul guards. It seems to have good potential." The light in Aunt Zhou's eyes dissipated.
"Little guy, what's your name?" Wang Bo looked at Zi Chen and asked, very kindly.
"Zi Chen." Zi Chen said slowly.
"Yes, not bad." Wangbo nodded with satisfaction: "As an intruder, you can become Xiaomu's soul guard. This is your destiny. Your loyalty no longer needs to be tested. Next, you must protect Xiaomu."
"Loyalty, test, protection." Zi Chen frowned and turned back to look at the tomb guard in surprise.
Looking at Zi Chen's questioning gaze, the tomb guard smiled apologetically, then turned around and said, "You misunderstood, his name is Zi Chen, he is my friend, not the soul guard."
As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the old people who were kind and kind before suddenly burst into sharp light. At first, they all looked like they were about to die, but now, there is a powerful aura surging around them. Like a fierce beast waking up one after another.
An old man's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said rudely: "Xiaomu, do you remember the teachings of your ancestors?"
The tombkeeper smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Liu, listen to my explanation."
The old man shook his head stubbornly and said indifferently: "No need to explain, the ancestral precepts are the ancestral precepts. If the intruder comes here, he will either die or be enslaved. He refined the Devouring Divine Seal, and we just took the opportunity to enslave him."
The person around him also nodded and said: "Yes, now that we work together, we can still enslave him. Intruders are not qualified to come to our place. This is the ancestral teaching and the rule."
Listening to the indignant voices of these elderly people, the sounds of slavery and killing, Zi Chen did not do anything extreme, he just... rolled his eyes.
That’s right, just an eye roll.
Because the aura surging around these old people is only at the eighth level, not the peak of the eighth level, nor the middle or late eighth level, but the first to enter the eighth level and barely stabilize the eighth level.
There were not only eight such existences, but even if there were eighteen or twenty-eight, Zi Chen would still roll his eyes.
Faced with Dawson's cold gaze, Zi Chen felt no pressure at all and could even look around easily. That Wang Bo stared at Zi Chen and said indifferently: "Boy, at this moment of life and death, , make your choice.”
Zi Chen glanced at the old man, and then looked at the tomb guard. The latter spread his hands and expressed helplessness at the moment.
Zi Chen nodded to express his understanding, then he also spread his hands and said to the old man: "It doesn't matter."
Wangbo was angry, and his eyebrows were raised. The other seven were also angry, and their eyes flashed. One of the old men shouted: "Baal, take him down."
I thought that the other party was going to take action directly, but unexpectedly, he called someone first, which made Zi Chen feel startled.
Baal was standing guard outside. Hearing the loud shout, he rushed in directly.
The weak wooden house began to shake under the surge of Baal's violent aura.
"Suffer death." Baal shouted and struck at Zi Chen with an axe.
The ax light shines and the wooden house trembles.
The old man from before was hesitant to speak. His original intention was to let Baal restrain the opponent, and he had no intention of killing. However, the two of them were at the same level. If the intruder could not block even one blow, he was not worthy of being a soul guard. , death means death.
With this thought in his mind, the old man did not speak.
Then the ax light fell, and Baal's sneer reflected on the ax body could be seen.
Zi Chen raised his palm and pushed gently, golden light surged between his palms.
The big ax struck Zi Chen's palm, but it was like hitting a wall, a very soft and very strong contradictory wall. Ten percent of his strength was instantly resolved, and at the same time there was a powerful force. The force of the counter-shock spread from the palm of the intruder in front to the axe.
There was a surge of stronger energy, like a violent wave.
"Peng."
There was a loud noise, and Baal flew backwards from the door.
The shaking wooden house stopped shaking because of Baal's departure, but the power contained in Baal's powerful blow just now did not know where it went.
Baal was defeated in one move, which made a group of old men very surprised, but then they all nodded in relief. Baal's combat power was already considered the best among the tribes at the same level, and the intruders could easily defeat him. Obviously he has good potential, and it is not bad for such a person to serve as a soul guard for the clan leader.
Baal fell to the ground and tried to stand up again, but failed. He was shocked and angry, and let out a shocking roar.
"Viper, take him down." The old man shouted again.
Viper was startled, then pointed to the wounds all over his body and said, "Elder, I am covered in wounds now and it is not suitable to go into battle."
The old man glanced at Viper fiercely and was very dissatisfied. Obviously, avoiding the battle in this situation was equivalent to destroying his own face and morale.
Baal couldn't stand up and Viper couldn't fight. Apart from the intruders, there were only eight elders and the clan leader left in the meeting hall. At this moment, of course, the clan leader couldn't be allowed to fight. So, the eight elders looked at each other and kept using their eyes. comminicate.
Zi Chen didn't need to guess what was conveyed in their eyes, which was who would fight first. Obviously, it was difficult to decide quickly during the coming and going.
Zi Chen, who was impatient to wait, took a step forward and said, "Let me tell you, time is limited, so you should come together."
"presumptuous."
"court death."
Various shouts sounded again, and then the power of the eight people was violent. The wooden house that had just stabilized began to tremble again. But this time, faced with the impact of many forces, the wooden house was on the verge of collapse.
The tomb guard was helpless. After looking at the eight agitated elders, he could only shoot out a beam of energy to protect the entire wooden house.
An old man rushed towards Zi Chen, with powerful energy surging around him. Unfortunately, this energy seemed very powerful, but it was not in Zi Chen's eyes at all.
Zi Chen slowly pushed forward with his palm, just in time to block the old man's attack.
There was no shock wave from the energy collision, only a dull sound.
"Peng."
The old man stepped on the wooden chair and crossed the long table, then walked back the same way, and sat down on the wooden chair. With the inertia of the rapid retreat, the wooden chair slid back several meters, and did not stop until it reached the wooden wall.
The old woman put her foot on the long table and rushed towards Zi Chen with her body. In her hand, there was a long sword. The sword body exuded a faint dragon power. It was obviously made of giant dragon material. Refined weapons.
There was a flash of cold light, and the long sword pointed directly at the center of Zi Chen's eyebrows.
But when the sword tip was still one centimeter away from Zi Chen, it suddenly stopped. The sword body was clamped by Zi Chen's two fingers. No matter how hard the old woman exerted her force, the sword tip could not move forward at all.
The old woman looked at Zi Chen in disbelief.
Zi Chen smiled faintly, exerted force with two fingers, and with a flash of golden light, the old woman fell back unsteadily, placing one foot on the long table, and landed directly on a wooden chair. Then the wooden chair slid back and reached the wall.
"Uh-huh." "Uh-huh." "Uh-huh."
Three more people rushed towards Zi Chen. Zi Chen's expression remained unchanged, and golden light surged around his body. He took three shots in an instant, and the three old men flew backwards.
How did the three of them get here and how did they go back? After landing on the wooden chairs one after another, they were carried to the wall by a force, side by side with the other two old people.
Five of the eight were immediately killed, leaving the last three, including Wang Bo and Aunt Zhou. Their previously angry faces were now full of shock.
"Come on, I won't miss you three." Zi Chen chuckled.
"Arrogance."
"Death."
The three of them shouted again and rushed towards Zi Chen.
As the golden light around Zi Chen flashed, the three people who had come back retreated, then sat on the chairs and retreated.
It wasn't until the eight people were completely aligned that Zi Chen took a few steps forward, put one hand on the long table, looked at the shocked eight elderly people, and said, "Seniors, this result is satisfactory."
