Canglun Department.

This is a vast tribe with a population of 100,000 people, and has subdued more than 20 tribes around it to rely on the Canglun tribe. Looking at the entire northern region, the Canglun tribe is also a huge tribe, much more than the Man tribe.

And the Canglun tribe also had gods.

However, after the establishment of the grassland country, it was unstoppable and the Canglun tribe was also affected.

After half a year of struggle, Yuan Meng lost his troops and generals before he included Canglun troops.

That god was also killed by the army and fell.

The leader of the troops was Guo Zhongkan, and many of them were in chaos afterwards. Those who claimed to be from Middle-earth also caused a new storm.

It is precisely for this reason that these people hate Middle-earth people and are also familiar with Middle-earth people. They can also determine the difference from those in the north based on their clothes and figure.

...

"Canglun."

Kiyohara frowned slightly, as if she felt familiar, but she could not think of anything.

As for the few people in front of me, they were members of the Canglun tribe. However, they were not practitioners after all, and they only had a slight understanding of many things and could not find anything.

Kiyohara was angry that these people had killed him without asking the reason, so he taught him some lessons. Then he left him in the snow and stopped in the distance. He thought for a while before heading forward.

The Canglun Division is a hundred miles ahead.

The village where the tribe is located is covered with a layer of white snow and it stretches out, and the wooden houses seem to be continuous.

At first glance, I saw a vast white area, but I could still see many people busy.

"A tribe of 100,000 people is mostly the elderly, weak, sick and disabled?"

When the Qingyuan Yin Shen swept over, you could probably detect something.

There are many people in the tribe who are skilled in martial arts, but there are less than ten people who are comparable to those of the masters of internal strength. Although there are many people who can transport qi and blood, they are not many... The most important thing is that most of them are young people.

It seems that after Yuan Meng conquered the tribe, he killed all the people with high martial arts skills here... and even included those who practiced.

"The tribe once had gods and practitioners."

Qingyuan can see many subtle traces and the source of these traces is not the practitioners who attacked the tribe, but the practitioners in the tribe.

Because the traces left are already very old and very subtle, they must be the one who lives here for many years, and they are quite long ago.

These traces remain among some ancient and broken things, such as a food bowl with a broken hole, a blade with a broken gap, such as a northern text left on a broken wooden house.

At this moment, there are no practitioners in the tribe, and they seem to have been killed by Yuan Meng many years ago.

"Crying out those who are capable and leaving behind some weak Canglun tribe members can be easily controlled?"

Qingyuan counted carefully and found that the Yuan and Mongolian garrisons in this tribe were only a hundred more than those of the Manchu tribe, which was rare compared to the huge tribe.

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

...

"eccentric……"

Qingyuan said intimately: "In theory, since the tribe has practitioners, then there will be some support, which is completely different from the Manchus. There is no need to worship gods to thirst for hope. If the tribe has gods first, then there shouldn't be practitioners..."

People who practice practice have embarked on the path of practice. Such people will gradually improve their own cultivation and have a relatively weak view of faith and worship. Even... When a practitioner passes the gods he believes in, how can the gods become the true god in his mind?

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

Shouzhengdao Sect also worships the Supreme Patriarch, which is completely different from believing in the gods.

The tribe of the ten thousand people of the Manchu tribe has been reproduced through many generations, but there is no trace of a practitioner. In fact, it is also related to the checks and balances of the Manchu Fire God.

With the ability, you will have the spirit.

With the spirit, you won’t be very pious.

As a god, the believer's pious thoughts will not be allowed to be shaken.

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

Kiyohara stepped into the tribe with some doubt, but did not alarm anyone.

Walking in the tribe, like a land without a man.

"There is a strange atmosphere lingering in this tribe, and in the dark... there seems to be some signs of June impurity."

The reason why Qingyuan came here was actually because of his previous heart.

But having an idea is also a sign.

He walked around the tribe but found no special traces.

Then, he released the Yin God and carefully investigated it for half an hour... Just as Qingyuan was about to return in disappointment, he found a place, only three feet tall, inconspicuous.

"It's snowing heavily, and it's frozen thousands of miles away. At first glance, it's all white... Why is it not covered by snowflakes here?"

He stepped out and shrank into an inch.

...

There is a quagmire in front of you.

The quagmire is only three feet in radius.

The mud is black and yellow, with a slight smell of rottenness.

There is a vast white snowy area around it, but it is a three-meter-long quagmire pool, still as old as before, without snow.

Snowflakes fell in the air, but they were a foot above the mud, melting out of thin air, as if melting... But the mud was very cold and had no sense of heat.

"here……"

Qingyuan's eyes swept through and could see many traces.

Those are all traces of monks.

There are cracks slashed by flying swords and scars swept by whisks.

There are cut gullies.

There are traces of Taoism.

There are also traces of magical techniques.

"Someone once fought here, and the truth is not low, and the number of people is also quite large."

Qingyuan looked at the mud, frowned, as if thinking about something, so he squatted down, wrapped his magic power around his fingers, and took a handful of it in the mud.

"Ordinary silt?"

Qingyuan's magic power turned around, but still couldn't detect any different aura.

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

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

In the ancient mirror, the green lotus fairy seeds shine with a misty luster.

"This is..."

Qingyuan seemed to think of something and was shocked.

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

Qingyuan slowly turned around when he heard this. At the same time, his hand shook, and the white jade ruler fell from his sleeve and held it in his palm.

The one who made an old voice behind him was not a human being.

The visitor was also a person who stepped on the ground with his feet, and his breath seemed to be withered in the evening. However, his face was covered with hair, not like a human face, but like a monkey.

He has black hair all over and white hair on his head.

Look at it with its arms over its knees and its ears looming shoulders.

A pair of slightly turbid and dull eyes, their color is light gold.

This is a mandrill!

An old mandrill!
Chapter completed!