Fantasy: My Sect is 100 Million Points Stronger

"Wang Feng, please forgive me for disturbing you!"

Seeing how enthusiastic the visitor was, Wang Feng also cupped his hands and chuckled.

He has not discriminated against this ancient tribe because he has reached the Chaos Emperor Realm. He has always adhered to the principle that people respect me and I respect them!

"My name is Zhamu, welcome to the Litian tribe!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said.

"Litian tribe? What a name!"

Wang Feng nodded in appreciation.

"My tribe has existed in this mountain range for a long time, and you still entered our Litian tribe. I think it is a great opportunity for you!"

Zhamu looked at Wang Feng and murmured softly.

As soon as these words came out, Wang Feng suddenly narrowed his eyes, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and asked: "Oh? What do you say?"

"Although our Litian Tribe is located in the Dayan Mountains, its location is constantly changing. It is not so easy for ordinary people to enter our Litian Tribe!"

Zhamu smiled and said rather proudly.

Wang Feng was shocked. No wonder the Litian tribe existed in the Dayan Mountains but was not disturbed by outside cultivators. Unexpectedly, its position was constantly changing?

However, he had carefully explored the Litian tribe just now, but he could not detect the strangeness of the Litian tribe. His current cultivation level has reached the peak of Emperor Zun, and he could not even detect the Litian tribe. traces of movement?

One can imagine how mysterious and strange this Litian tribe is!

"Today happens to be the day of the God Sacrifice. None of the tribal elders are here. I can only entertain Brother Wang. I hope Brother Wang will pay attention!"

Hearing Zhamu's words, Wang Feng's eyes flashed with light, and he asked: "When is the day of the sacrifice to the gods...?"

"This is the most important festival of our Litian tribe. It is a festival to worship the gods and pray for their blessings!"

Zhamu didn't mean to hide it and explained directly.

Sacrificing sacrifices to gods and praying for their blessings?

Wang Feng's heart condensed, and he became more and more interested in the Litian tribe. In some ancient tribes, there is indeed such a festival to worship the gods, but in this world of cultivation, such ancient tribes rarely appear.

After all, cultivators go against heaven and the only person they believe in is themselves. Who would sacrifice to that illusory god?

While thinking about it, Wang Feng also stepped into the Litian tribe under the leadership of Zhamu. As soon as he stepped into the tribe, Wang Feng felt an ancient and vast aura rushing towards his face!

In the center of the tribe, there is an ancient stone tablet. With just one glance, you can tell that this stone tablet has a long history. Even if Wang Fengdi Nian investigates, he cannot accurately predict how long this stone tablet has existed!

This Litian tribe is definitely not simple!

Wang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and followed Zha Mu as he walked among the Litian tribe. Some children looked at Wang Feng in the tree house. Their big, watery eyes were full of curiosity. Beside them, there were also people standing Women!

What is surprising is that these women have bronze skin, bulging muscles, and burly figures. They wear tree skirts made of leaves and wreaths on their heads. They look extremely inconsistent with their burly figures.

"Brother Zhamu, did the tribe go hunting?"

Wang Feng only glanced at it, then looked away and started chatting with Zhamu.

"Of course, every time the tribe will organize young adults to go hunting."

Zhamu smiled cheerfully.

"Zhamu is very powerful. He even beat a big guy last time!"

"you do not say!"

"Let the elders praise you!"

After Zhamu spoke out, the women standing on the tree house and looking out also joked, making Zhamu feel a little embarrassed immediately, waved his hands and shouted: "Go away, baby, don't disturb Brother Wang and me! "

Wang Feng smiled, didn't say anything, and felt very relaxed. The people in this tribe were very simple, without the intrigues and intrigues of outside cultivators, and they were quite hospitable.

Wang Feng has not felt this kind of atmosphere for a long time. This ancient tribe is very similar to Yuan Village.

"Brother Zhamu, do you know the origin of the tribe? Of course, if it's inconvenient to tell, there's no need!" After thinking about it for a while, Wang Feng couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

Zhamu was unprepared, thought for a while, and said: "The tribe has a long history, and its origins cannot be studied. Even the elders of the tribe don't know the specific origins of the tribe!"

"There is only one rumor, which is widely circulated among the tribe!"

"Oh? What rumors?"

Wang Feng's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.

"It's written on that stone tablet, come and take a look!"

Zhamu pointed at the stone tablet not far away and said.

After he finished speaking, he pulled Wang Feng to the stone tablet and motioned to Wang Feng to watch it himself!

This is an ancient stone tablet about three feet high. It is completely black and has countless lines carved on its edges. However, due to the erosion of the long years, this stone tablet has become somewhat damaged, and the words engraved on it are also blurred. If not Wang Feng's eyesight was so amazing that he couldn't even see the specific words on it clearly.

"The other side has lasted for ninety-nine thousand years,...now in this world, all life has been destroyed, and there are heavy casualties. The great god Li Tian condenses ten thousand ways, transforms into a demonic shadow, blocks... with his body, and suppresses it forever...!"

The words on the stone tablet were blurry. Even if Wang Feng tried his best to use his power and blessed his eyes, he could only see some intermittent sentences!

The text on this stone tablet is very incomplete, and it is impossible to know what is recorded on it.

Wang Feng frowned. Based on the vague information above, it can be inferred that the god worshiped by this ancient tribe is probably the so-called Great God Li Tian. But what does it mean to condense ten thousand ways and transform into a demonic shadow?

What is the last town of Yongzhen?

This Great God Li Tian can become a god, and presumably he is also a strong person in the Hongmeng God Realm. He can make such a being sacrifice his life to resist it. How strong must a thing in this world be?

"How is it? What can you see?"

Zhamu on the side asked slightly expectantly.

He hoped that Wang Feng could see something so that they could understand the origin of their tribe.

Wang Feng glanced at Zha Mu and shook his head gently.

Zhamu was a little disappointed, but it was also expected. Within a moment, a smile appeared on his face again.

"I wonder if you can let me go to the place of worship and have a look?"

After thinking for a while, Wang Feng asked aloud.

Since the Great God Li Tian is the god worshiped by the Li Tian tribe, perhaps some key information can be found from their place of worship. Even if not, Wang Feng would like to see what the ancient sacrifices were like?

"sure!"

"It's just that Brother Wang must remember not to blaspheme the gods, otherwise, the elders will directly drive Brother Wang out!"

Zhamu nodded and warned solemnly.

Wang Feng looked serious and said in a serious voice: "Don't worry, I still know the importance of this!"

Hearing this, Zhamu no longer hesitated and led Wang Feng towards the depths of the Litian tribe.