Hearing this, Ming Wei, Elder Jin, and the others frowned slightly.
The situation had become very troublesome …
However, it was better than what they had expected.
At least the warden's clan was restricted by the Equality of All Beings. They could only rely on the favor of the Chaos Ancient God to surpass the boundary of equality …
If the Equality of All Beings had no effect on the warden's clan, then they could only be slaughtered without any room to retaliate.
"Since they can obtain the favor of the Chaos Ancient God, can you obtain it too, Little Yun? Fu Chu too, "Luo Zheng suddenly asked.
Little Yun nodded. "In theory, yes. However, the place to obtain the favor is not here. It has to be at the prayer tablet. The tablet is deep in the settlement. I'm afraid we won't have a chance to get close."
"We have to try," Luo Zheng smiled.
Little Yun nodded slightly. "It's on the way. If we can successfully get close to the prayer tablet, I will pray for Master's favor …"
…
…
At the core of the settlement.
Around the huge piece of perfection, the Life Lamps emitted uniform light.
Many strong people did not like to make life lamps because they would sometimes reveal some flaws. However, under the Equality of All Beings, these flaws did not exist.
Therefore, the warden's clan had already made everyone's life lamps and placed them in a row around the circle.
"Pop!"
One of the life lamps suddenly made a faint sound. The soybean-sized flame in the center of the life lamp suddenly dimmed and flickered twice before finally extinguishing …
"Lou Ling's life lamp extinguished?"
"Who killed her!"
"Lou Ling has always been cautious. She couldn't escape safely. Those people …"
On the other side of the open space, most of the warden's clan gathered here.
At the front of the open space, there were seven or eight people sitting cross-legged on the stairs. At the top of the stairs were the warden's clan members, the elder who had turned the circle and activated the Equality of All Beings.
The elder looked at the life lamp that had disappeared. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Looking at the clan members who were discussing, the elder said, "They are stronger than we thought …"
"Stronger? No matter how strong they are, no matter how strong they were, they are just a group of mortals now. How strong can they be! "
A black-robed man stood up from the crowd.
Although this person was shrouded in a black robe, from his figure and voice, one could tell that he was an extremely tall and sturdy man.
"Clan leader, what are you still thinking about? Just let us step forward. Why do you need to fear the Nuwa Clan?" Another black-robed figure said.
Hesitation appeared on the old man's face.
He did not expect that the people led by Yan Hai would be so weak. After careful consideration, he concluded that Ming Wei was the key to the problem. That was why he had sent the woman surnamed Lou to eliminate the Nuwa Clan and capture all the exiles of the other major clans.
Now, it seemed that this strategy had failed.
"We have Master's favor. Killing that group of people is as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs. Patriarch!" Another black-robed man stood up.
Many of the clansmen began to clamor.
After a short while, the old man finally made up his mind.
"You're right. We, the wardens, don't need to be afraid of them." The old man slowly stood up. "Now that they've entered our city, we have no way out. Everyone here bears the grace and mission of the master. We can't afford to lose this battle."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, there was a deafening commotion below the stairs …
"Lou Di!"
"Here!"
"Lou Bing!"
"Here!"
"Bai Shehuan!"
"Here …"
"…"
The old man made arrangements according to the plan.
Almost half of the people had left …
Then, the old man said to the purple-haired black-robed man on the stairs, "Yu Shi, come with me to see the tomb keeper …"
Hearing this, the purple-haired black-robed man trembled slightly and asked, "Clan leader, why do you want to see him?"
"Just in case," the old man replied.
The purple-haired black-robed man seemed very reluctant. He said firmly, "There's no 'if'. We won't fail!"
"What if we really fail?" the old man asked.
The purple-haired black-robed man was silent for a moment, then nodded.
Then, the old man walked down the stairs and walked in another direction with the purple-haired black-robed man.
After walking through a spacious area, there was a small hill in front of them. Behind the hill, there were tombstones.
The warden clan did not obtain eternal life. Or rather, their master did not grant them eternal life.
There were thousands of their clan members buried here.
Some of the tombstones were so old that the words on them were blurred.
The old man was not young either. After about four more reincarnations, that was four thousand years later, he would also be buried under these tombstones.
Every time they passed by this cemetery, the old man felt a little emotional …
After passing these tombstones, they came to the foot of the hill behind the hill.
At the foot of the hill stood a tombstone that was ten feet tall. There was nothing above the tombstone, only a board of light. No one knew the purpose of the tombstone, nor did they know who was buried under the tombstone.
In front of the tombstone lay a dirty young man.
This young man had been under the tombstone for countless years, and his appearance had never changed. This person's personality was strange, and he loved to talk nonsense. He rarely interacted with the warden clan …
In the past, the warden clan had a conflict with this young man. At one point, they had gathered hundreds of their clan members to besiege him.
However, this young man had shown great strength. It made the warden clan understand that this young man was not someone they could provoke. This person was even stronger than the exiles of this world.
Fortunately, he was not bloodthirsty. During the conflict, he only taught the hundreds of clan members a lesson and let them go.
From then on, no one in the warden clan dared to provoke this person.
The warden clan had many guesses about this person's identity, but they had never come to a conclusion.
In fact, he was not a gravekeeper. The warden clan only called him that because he always stayed in front of the tombstone.
The old man thought that the master had arranged for this person to be here for a reason.
Now that the warden clan was in a critical moment, the old man naturally hoped that this person would be their clan's shield …
When the old man and the purple-haired black-robed man reached the bottom of the tombstone, they did not see the young man.
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