An ancient and sorrowful song was drifting in the wilderness, like a lonely river of time flowing through the endless years. At the same time, as the song drifted in the air, the black wooden block on top of the pile of stones suddenly lit up.
In the distance, Lu Chen's pupils contracted slightly. At that moment, he clearly saw the strange pattern that was originally engraved on the black wooden block began to glow. From the very beginning, it slowly spread along the pattern until the entire wooden block was lit up.
When all the patterns on the black wooden block, which was also the totem, were completely lit up, all the barbarians who were kneeling in the surroundings shouted in unison. Their voices were majestic and full of reverence, as if they were telling their ancestor about their endless worship.
At this moment, a ball of flame suddenly ignited from the black wooden block, and began to burn fiercely.
The barbarians' shouts became louder and louder, and many of them kept kowtowing. In the distance, Lu Chen's body suddenly trembled. He only felt that his Ocean of Qi was churning, as if the sky and earth were spinning, and the divine wheel was reversing. He let out a muffled groan, and stretched out his right hand, subconsciously grabbing a small tree next to him. In an instant, black flames gushed out from his palm, and burned the small tree into charcoal.
However, this sudden throbbing came and went very quickly. Not long after, the black flames disappeared from Lu Chen's hands and eyes, and he returned to normal.
However, Lu Chen's eyes revealed a hint of shock. Then, his eyes stared at the pile of stones that was surrounded by the barbarians, and the black wooden block that was stuck upside down on top of the pile of stones.
There was something strange about that black wooden block!
Lu Chen made this judgment in a split second. Because for so long, especially after he had swallowed and mastered that strange black flame, the only thing that could make the black flame in his body lose control was the unknown mysterious force in the forbidden area of Kunlun Mountain. Apart from that, it seemed like there was only the Black Wood of this mysterious tribe.
Of course, the difference in strength between the two could be said to be like heaven and earth. Both were caused by the resonance in Lu Chen's Blackfire power. However, the power in the depths of Kunlun Mountain was so powerful that it was almost impossible for a human to contend against it. On the other hand, the Blackfire resonance that the piece of black wood in front of him could be said to be very weak. In fact, it only took a moment for Lu Chen to regain control of the Blackfire in his body.
This piece of Black Wood was actually related to the power of Black Fire. This discovery made Lu Chen very surprised. But when he thought that the Fire Shaman might have come from this tribe, everything seemed to be explainable.
Lu Chen even vaguely guessed that perhaps it was his ambush in the desolate valley that killed the Fire Shaman. After losing such a powerful shaman, as well as the seven abnormally powerful barbarian warriors who followed the Fire Shaman to the desolate valley, this tribe must have inevitably weakened.
From the looks of it, he and this tribe were really … … fated!
Of course, Lu Chen was not a soft-hearted person. He looked at the scene of the destitute barbarian tribe below. His expression did not change. His pair of eyes stared at the piece of wood most of the time, deep in thought.
Then, as if he sensed something, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. He saw that at the entrance of the col, there were a few sword lights flying in the sky. The forest on the ground was quiet, but occasionally a few birds would suddenly fly up in fright, flapping their wings and flying away from the forest.
Lu Chen pursed his lips. After a moment of silence, he stood up and led Atsu down the dense foliage of the forest, slowly approaching the quiet tribe.
… …
"Stay here and don't go out. Otherwise, your appearance will be too conspicuous. People will recognize you at a glance." Lu Chen brought Ah-Tu along as they slowly walked through the forest. He crouched down behind a bush that was the closest to the Barbarian tribe. He then instructed Ah-Tu.
"Wait for me here. When those people come in, I will also go down for a while. I should be back soon."
"Woof … …" Atsu seemed to understand Lu Chen's words, but it obviously did not agree. After lowering its voice and growling, it opened its mouth and gently bit the leg of Lu Chen's pants. It looked like it did not want him to go down and die.
"Don't worry," Lu Chen patted Atsu's head and said, "I'm not as stupid as you. How could anything happen to me?"
Atsu glared at him, its fangs crisscrossed, as if it was considering whether it should just bite this person to death.
Lu Chen did not seem to feel anything. He hugged its neck and said to Atsu, "I have my own plan!"
Then, Atsu's eyes widened as it saw Lu Chen put his hand to his chest. After a while, he suddenly took out a set of black clothes. Then, he slowly took off his outer clothes and put on a black outfit.
At this moment, Lu Chen's appearance was almost similar to the man in black who chased after him a few days ago. When he took out a black cloth and covered his face, there was no trace of the original Lu Chen. He looked like a "devil cult killer".
Atsu's eyes were fixed on him. Lu Chen smiled and then said to Atsu, "Thanks to my cleverness, I still have the black clothes that I snatched from Qingshuitang Village. Today, it will come in handy."
The strange ceremony in the barbarian tribe was very long and boring, but none of the barbarians had any complaints about it. Every one of them looked very reverent. Obviously, to the barbarians, this worship of their ancestors was the most important thing in their lives.
The old shaman never stopped singing. But perhaps it was because he was too old, or because his ability was limited, in the end, his physical strength obviously could not keep up. He had to rely on the support of a few barbarian warriors beside him to continue singing.
But even so, the shaman did not have the slightest intention of giving up. He never stopped singing the ancient song.
Even further away, the sword gleams that were circling in the sky slowly descended. In the end, they landed almost soundlessly in a forest outside of the col.
After a while, more than ten figures walked out of the forest, one after another. They stood on the hillside of the mountain forest, looking at the mysterious Barbarian tribe from afar.
Lu Chen could even see the shock in the gazes and expressions of the people on the other side.
…
None of the black-clothed men expected to see such a scene in the wilderness. Soon, the group of people began to talk to each other, and even started to argue.
Some of the men in black pointed to the distance and passed the tribe. It seemed to mean that the important matter was more important. But at the same time, there were also men in black pointing to the barbarian tribe in the col and saying something excitedly.
At first, there were only one or two people in such a dispute. But soon, other people joined in. Then it quickly developed to the point that almost all the men in black joined in. They were divided into two groups that were almost evenly matched.
The barbarians in the tribe were still focused on the strange ceremony. The men in black did not make a loud noise to disturb them. Lu Chen was quietly lurking on the other side of the tribe, patiently waiting.
Finally, the men in black in the forest came to a final conclusion after an intense but low-key debate.
Lu Chen stared at the forest. He saw the dozens of men in black slowly spread out. It was like a big net with sharp hooks with a murderous aura. It slowly surrounded the tribe.
Many people took out their magical weapons in silence. The cold brilliance of the weapons glittered in the morning sun, as if they were thirstily waiting for blood to be poured on them.
In the barbarian tribe, the old priest who was chanting suddenly trembled slightly. He seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the surrounding forest.
However, it was also at this moment that a flame soared into the sky. It was like a soul-chasing command talisman. In an instant, the surrounding forest around the tribe was filled with roars. The roars were like dragons and tigers, surging from all directions.
Dozens of black figures rushed over at the same time. The sword light filled the sky. The trees fell and the trees were broken. The cold eyes of the god of death swept across the small col. The next moment, it was time for blood to splatter.
"Roar!"
A roar like that of a demon beast rang out from the crowd of barbarians. The strong warriors rushed out and greeted the men in black with their flesh and blood.
But their enemies were the extremely powerful cultivators of the human race. They possessed terrifying strength and many magical techniques. Not to mention, they had the help of many magical weapons.
From the beginning of the battle, there was a great disparity between the strong and the weak. At the moment of the first collision, blood splattered everywhere. At least four barbarian warriors were directly cut down. One of them was even brutally cut in half by the incomparably sharp immortal sword of the human race.
In an instant, the barbarian tribe was filled with screams and cries. It was probably the relatives of the warriors who died in the battle.
These originally strong barbarians were now like frightened sheep, frantically fleeing in all directions. Only the old priest's eyes were red. He suddenly raised both of his hands, and muttered an incantation. Then, several red lights shot out from his hands, and submerged into the barbarian warriors' bodies.
Suddenly, the barbarian warriors roared wildly. Their bodies suddenly increased in size. They were almost like monsters. Their strength also increased by more than two times. They actually used this courage to temporarily block the attack of the men in black.
But this strange method could not last long. Not all barbarian warriors could withstand the red light of the priest. Only five or six of the strongest barbarian warriors could. They blocked half of the men in black. But in other directions, the rest of the men in black had directly rushed into the tribe.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere. Swords were stained with hot blood. Heads fell to the ground and severed limbs flew. It was a bloody scene!
The old priest seemed to be angry. He let out a loud roar and actually spat out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, in the chaos, no one noticed that Lu Chen, who was dressed in black and had his face covered with a black cloth, had also quietly entered the village. Then, he directly rushed towards the pile of stones.
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