Actually, the matter was very simple. As a relatively large tribe among the Demonic Immortal Tribes, the Snake Tribe had its own internal divisions.
There was a certain division within the Snake Clan. Among them, the two main camps were the Snake Clan and the Python Clan.
Among them, the Snake Tribe was thin and small, but extremely venomous. Generally speaking, they specialized in nimble methods. This group of fellows were all sinister and ruthless. On the opposite side of them was the Python Tribe, which yearned for justice.
The Python Tribe was tall, and their bloodline ability and strength were not to be underestimated.
They belonged to the strength-type Demon Tribe. In essence, their bloodline power could be ignited under many circumstances.
It could be said that such a tribe was definitely considered large among the Snake Tribe. However, they lacked the vicious nature of the Snake Tribe.
Therefore, although the two tribes were members of the Snake Tribe, they were like fire and water. The decisions that one made would definitely be opposed by the other, and the orders that one gave would definitely not be obeyed.
Under such circumstances, it would be strange if the members of the Python Tribe obeyed the orders given by the members of the Snake Tribe to take Long Yang's life.
Even Long Yang had a glimmer of hope in his heart, which was to find the Python Tribe.
At least there was a way for him to protect himself. However, at that time, he felt that the possibility was not high. After all, Qing Mo Wen would not be so foolish.
Who would have thought that this so-called Disorientated Forest was actually one of the territories of the Python Clan. That Qing Mo Wen was truly a retard.
Even until his death, he did not know what kind of trouble he had caused for his Snake Tribe.
Now that this group of people from the Python Clan had appeared, although Long Yang couldn't completely trust them, at least on the surface, everyone was on good terms with each other. In this case, compared to dealing with the endless pursuit, it was already much better for Long Yang.
In this day and age, it wasn't so easy to bluff one's way through. Even though he had some confidence in his own strength and methods, such confidence was still extremely fragile when facing an entire race. He felt extremely helpless.
Following this group of people was the only solution that Long Yang could think of so far.
Actually, he really did not expect this group of fellows to really protect him. At this critical moment, the Python Tribe would completely fall out with the Snake Tribe for him.
However, all in all, this was much better than falling into the hands of the Snake Tribe, especially the Green Spirit Snake Clan.
He had no choice but to lower his head when he was under someone else's roof. That was his personality. Sometimes, he would not bother about the small details and live a little longer. It all depended on the situation at the time.
Now, the snake clan and the python clan were the rulers of Daemon Snake Island. If Long Yang could rely on either side, he would definitely not use his identity as the godson of the Daemon Immortal Clan's Saint Ruler as an excuse.
In this day and age, who didn't have some background? Firstly, you had no blood relationship with that kind of existence, and secondly, there was no inheritance relationship. It was the most unreliable method. Therefore, no matter how good his adoptive father had been to him since he was young, in the eyes of outsiders, it was nothing much. No one really took this situation seriously.
"Sigh! Have you gotten used to your new identity? "
"You're a member of my Python Clan now. Even if you're just an unofficial member, it still took me quite a bit of effort to replace you."
"Are you not going to say a word of thanks?" Rolling his eyes, Mo Wen finally understood what kind of people were doing these days.
Ever since he had come into contact with this Long Yang, he had been an unruly and despicable person.
From the beginning to the end, he did not care about face or bottom line when it came to him.
It seemed like it was because of his personality that Mo Wen had developed an interest in him. Or perhaps it could be said that they were birds of a feather?
The more it was like this, the more he wanted to get Long Yang's attention, or rather, he wanted to make his presence known in front of him.
Unfortunately, at this moment, Long Yang had no intention of paying attention to this Purple Cloud Python Clan's Eldest Young Master. What a joke! I haven't even figured out my own matters yet. If I hit this Young Master again, it would be considered as me sowing enmity with the Purple Cloud Python Clan.
Looking at Mo Wen's despicable look, Long Yang indeed had a hard time holding it in. He really deserved a beating.
"In front of us is Purple Cloud City. This is considered one of the biggest cities in my Snake Demon Island. How is it? Isn't it grand? Do you have an urge to worship it? "
"I am the Young City Lord of this city. Before this, if you had known that you were hitting the Young City Lord, would you have dared to hit me so hard?" Alright, this fellow was not only despicable, he was also a chatterbox.
Along the way, Mo Wen had been listening to his nagging.
"Good! Big! Big! City! "Mo Wen said these four words out of boredom.
Now, Long Yang's mood had completely calmed down.
Since he was already here, he might as well take things as they came. He still had countless secrets waiting for him to uncover.
The so-called Yellow Dog's true form and all the tricks it had up its sleeves were nothing more than an additional memory to his experience.
For so many years, he had lived under the ridicule of many people. To him, wasn't this also a form of cultivation? And his character was because he often interacted with Meng Ji, to the point that they were inseparable.
Meng Ji's character was cold, and as her elder brother, he often had to make some playful moves to tease her.
Over time, this fellow gradually became more or less unscrupulous.
Such a character was usually rarely seen on Demonic Immortal Island. However, now that he was out of Demonic Immortal Island, he could fly as high as a bird in the sky.
What else did he have to worry about?
He didn't care about the immortals behind him, who were staring at each other, and swaggered into the city.
These days, the more lively a place was, the more disputes there were. Most of the Immortals condensed their abilities in these disputes. Under such circumstances, the more people there were, the more effective it would be for him to practice.
Long Yang didn't know when, but a thought appeared in his mind, a thought that he should never think about.
But now, his mysterious bloodline, his identity and the seal that even he himself could not understand seemed to have given him such a slim chance of hope.
If he didn't cultivate well and do something, wouldn't he be letting down God's favor?
"Bang!"
Suddenly.
Long Yang, who was still thinking about something, felt an obstacle and directly bumped into something.
He subconsciously wanted to find something to support his balance.
"Hmm?"
"This!"
He looked down.
A girl about 16 or 17 years old had become a cushion for him the moment he fell.
And his hands were really holding on to something indescribable.
"Squeak squeak!"
"Ugh!"
"So this is the feeling." Long Yang subconsciously scratched it and began to carefully calculate in his mind.
"Ah! … … … "
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