Painting of the Nine Immortals

Finding evidence is difficult or difficult.

If Ling Xian has no clue, it is naturally impossible to start, but since he guessed that the totem dropped the level, it is the elders and other people to do it, so he can follow this line of reasoning.

Suppose Lingxian's guess is true. What is the first step of the elders and others?

There is no doubt that it must be the beheading of the original powers, and even if they do not kill, they will be imprisoned.

Because if these people have freedom, they will do everything possible to repair the totem, and once the totem returns to its peak, the elders and others will lose their existing status.

It is even the loss of life.

Therefore, the first step of Ling Xian's analysis of the elders and others was to kill the original power-holders. After that, he slowly controlled the Wangtu tribe.

"Every monk who fell into the realm due to a totem would think of a totem repair and return to its peak. This involves too many people and it is impossible to kill them all."

"Even if it was to kill the old patriarchs and elders, it was impossible."

"Because there are long-standing lights in the top forces, once they are killed, they will inevitably cause tribal panic and even doubt. In this way, the harm will outweigh the benefits."

Ling Xian frowned, analyzing what the elders would take.

In the end, he felt that the biggest possibility was to imprison the original power holders and make up a lie to reassure the people.

Only in this way can we guarantee our status without raising the suspicion of the people.

"Absolutely. Otherwise, once it is beheaded, the long light will go out, which will definitely make the people doubt." Ling Xian smiled slightly, feeling that she was getting closer to the truth.

After that, he showed his stature and planned to find someone to find out the news of the person in power.

If he is still alive and living well, then his guess is proved to be false. But if they are not in the clan, they are mostly imprisoned.

At this moment, the moon is high and it is already late at night.

The Wangtu tribe is so lonely that it is suitable for Lingxian to probe the news.

He blended into the night and walked through the Wangtu tribe, searching for the right object. Gradually, he found a luxuriously decorated courtyard in the center of the city, which was now lit.

This made Ling Xianxing's eyes light up and decided that this is the place.

Because the courtyard is luxurious and located in the center of the city, this means that the people inside must be extraordinary.

Such people will no doubt know a lot of news.

Therefore, Ling Xian waved her hand to break the defensive formation outside the courtyard, and walked into the room.

As soon as he went in, he saw a middle-aged man drinking himself, already three-pointed. However, when he realized the existence of Lingxian, he immediately came to his senses.

"who?!"

The middle-aged man drank violently, with a short axe in each hand, and chopped towards Lingxian without a word. The huge force directly shattered the space.

In the face of two fierce short axes, Ling Xian just stretched out a finger and let it stop in midair, unable to move.

This horrified the middle-aged man. He did not expect that the strength of the coming person was so powerful.

"Don't be afraid, I have no intention of hurting you." Ling Xian smiled slightly and raised her hand to shake the man back.

"It turned out to be you."

The middle-aged man was relieved. At the beginning, he was already drunk, and subconsciously shot at Ling Xian without seeing his appearance clearly.

Seeing clearly now, immediately relieved.

The war three days ago, but he witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, it is naturally clear how powerful Lingxian is. Therefore, he did not consider himself capable of resisting at all.

What's more, if Ling Xian wanted to be bad for him and Wang Tu tribe, then there was no need to take a shot three days ago.

"Do you know me?" Ling Xian frowned slightly.

"The war three days ago, Xiao was lucky enough to witness the whole process." The middle-aged man put away his short axe, and a flattering smile appeared on his face.

"So it is."

Ling Xian's eyebrows stretched out and chuckled, "It's easy to know, I have something to ask you."

"Seniors, please say that the little one knows everything and can't stop talking." The middle-aged man pleased and smiled.

"I want to ask, are the former rulers of the Wangtu tribe, such as the elders of the clan, still in the city at this moment?"

Ling Xian's mouth smiled, and it seemed that the clouds were light and windy, but she was just casual. In reality, however, he waited, because what he said would determine whether his guess was true or false.

"It's gone." The man answered naturally.

This allowed Lingxian's expression to freeze, confirming his own speculation.

There is no need to ask, just by this sentence, it is enough to conclude that the original power holder has been imprisoned by the elder. Otherwise, it may be too coincident.

"Senior asked what this did?"

The middle-aged man was curious and said: "If the seniors wanted to see the patriarch, they might not be able to see it during that time. As early as 20 years ago, he went out with the elders to find a way to restore the totem. "

"Finding a way? I think it's imprisoned."

Ling Xian said quietly, but on the surface, she remained calm and said, "So it is."

"Yeah, for twenty years, I don't know how the patriarchs are doing."

The middle-aged man's eyes were dim for a few minutes, and he said, "If the soul lamp is not there, I have to think they are dead."

"Sure enough, as I expected, in order not to cause panic among the tribe, the elder just imprisoned him, and then fabricated a lie when they went out to find a way."

Ling Xian sneered secretly, but did not expect the elders to abandon the entire Wangtu tribe for their own selfish desire.

You know, the totem is the foundation of the tribe, and the action of the elder is equivalent to destroying the root of the king soil tribe!

But it turns out that the elder did indeed bring the Wangtu tribe into the abyss. If it were not for him, the Wangtu tribe would have been destroyed three days ago.

"Although there is still a lack of conclusive evidence, there is a 90% chance that this is what I speculate." Ling Xian sighed and fell into a tangle.

He was struggling to rescue himself. In the end, he decided to do it.

Although this is all a family affair of the Wangtu tribe, it has nothing to do with him, but when it comes to the place of the Pangu ancestral land, it has something to do with him.

The elder has made it clear that he is not willing to give him a place, and he can only get a place if he changes to another person in power.

In other words, he needs to rescue the original power.

"You can only do this. Otherwise, you won't get a place."

With a secret passage, Lingxian's expression turned firm, Shen Shen asked, "Where do you know where the sinners are being held?"

It was said that the middle-aged man froze for a moment, wondering why Lingxian asked this question.

However, he naturally did not dare to disobey, and answered truthfully: "I have three places where sinners are detained, depending on the severity of the crime committed, to decide where to detain."

"Where is it not allowed to enter and leave at will?" Ling Xian asked.

"Then you only have to watch the cliff, and generally only the sinful monarch will be put there."

"As long as you go in, don't think about it, unless there is a special situation, or you know that you can't come out."

"Only the patriarch has the right to enter this place. If others dare to break in, they will also be locked in."

Men opened their mouths one after another, so Ling Xianxing's eyes lit up.