divine talisman

Rumble!

The torrential black turbid waves are like a frightened dragon, rolling and roaring, making thunderous roars, rocks piercing through the sky, and turbulent waves hitting the shore, which is extremely dangerous.

An extremely ugly bone bird flew by the river, was suddenly smashed to pieces by the huge waves, fell into the river, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This big river is very dangerous, the river water is muddy and extremely violent, so that no living beings dare to approach it.

However, at this moment, in the middle of the big river, there is a black shadow that is ups and downs, drifting with the current like duckweed, if you look carefully, it is a figure!

His whole body was drenched, his skin was damaged, and the cracked flesh was washed pale by the river water. He could no longer see the color of blood, and a piece of broken bone was faintly exposed. There was hardly a single intact part of his body, and his injuries were serious. Incomparable.

Chen Xi never imagined that after Xiao Ding led him to tear apart the void and escape, what awaited him was an incomparably swift and ferocious river. Before he had time to react, he was rushed far away by the river, like a piece of rotten wood. Go with the flow uncontrollably.

Not only that, but he was hit by reefs countless times along the way, and his body, which had already been severely injured, was almost torn apart, and even his internal organs were injured by violent shocks.

Now he is riddled with wounds and bruises all over his body, the meridians in his body are damaged, and the world of chaos is blown into nothingness. His whole body is like a ball of torn cotton wool, his vitality is exhausted, and he doesn't even have the strength to move his fingers!

Are you... dead?But I... can't be reconciled!

Chen Xi tried his best to open his eyes, but found that even his eyelids were so heavy that he could no longer open them. His consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, like a person on the verge of death, as if he would die completely in the next moment.

boom!

The next moment, his head hit a rock directly, the pain felt like a piercing pain, his eyes went dark, and his consciousness completely fainted.

……

"Xiao Cen, be careful, the Jiuyou River is too fast, don't get too close."

"Uncle Mengwei, don't worry, I can do it."

"Hehe, you little girl, you are more competitive than the boys in the clan."

"Hee hee, Uncle Mengwei, I'm going to be No.1 in the tribe in the future, so naturally I'm not afraid of anything!"

This is a barren land, adjacent to the mighty black river, piled up with strange rocks, barren and barren.The climate is dark and humid.

On the sky, there seemed to be a thick layer of haze, blocking all the light, making the place full of gray and dark colors, and no sunlight could be seen at all.

In the distance, two figures, one big and one small, approached the river.

The older one was a burly middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, wide eyebrows, wearing simple animal skins, his exposed muscles were as hard as rocks, and he was holding a big black and thick bow with animal horns in his hand.

Next to the burly middle-aged man was a little girl with soft black hair hanging loose, big clear and bright eyes, also wearing an animal skin, revealing a pair of slender and white arms and legs.

Although she was wearing rough animal skins, it was still difficult to hide the cuteness of this little girl, with a stubborn wildness in her immature eyebrows and eyes.

The little girl was carrying a wooden barrel taller than her, but she didn't struggle, she seemed very relaxed. She walked to the river with her feet and squatted on one side to lift water.

"Little Cen, let me do it." The burly middle-aged Mengwei glanced at the swift and fierce river, with a hint of worry floating in his eyes.

"No need, grandpa sacrificial said, do your own thing." Xiao Cen shook his head, his attitude was very firm.

Mengwei sighed in his heart, Xiao Cen was a child brought up by the priest, and he was smart and sensible when he was young, but now the priest is not feeling well and is about to die.

And this child, Xiao Cen, did not know who said that brewing medicine with the water in the Jiuyou River can prolong life and restore vitality. Since then, she has come to the Jiuyou River to provide water every day to brew medicine for the sacrifices.

It's a pity that the little girl never knew that the sacrificial priest fell ill and was seriously injured and fatally injured.

"Uncle Mengwei, look! There seems to be someone there!" At this moment, Xiao Cen suddenly screamed, waking Mengwei who was in deep thought.

His eyes narrowed, and he swept towards the center of the big river, and sure enough, he saw a figure floating in it, like a piece of rotten wood.

……

When he returned to the team again, there was already an extra figure on Mengwei's back.

This is a very strange team, there are about a hundred people, most of them are boys and girls, the older ones are twelve or thirteen years old, and the younger ones are even ** years old.

Although they are young, they are all in good shape and strong physique. Although they are wearing simple animal skins, it is still difficult to conceal the heroic spirit exuding from them.

And they moved very quickly, like a well-trained soldier, some made a fire to cook, some guarded the burqa, some repaired weapons, some were practicing martial arts... none of them went to play.

At their age, they should be lively and active, but now they are doing things that belong to adults, without a trace of impatience. I really don't know what kind of things they have experienced to make them so sensible and kind. obedient.

And there were only a dozen or so adults in the team, all of them were extremely capable, with a cold and alert look in their eyes, stationed around, guarding an animal skin tent in the center of the camp.

The animal skin tent was filled with a strong smell of medicinal herbs, smoky and extremely pungent. An old man was lying on the soft and worn animal skin in the center.

This old man has thick bones, but is extremely thin, skinny, with wrinkles like gullies on his face and hands, his eyes are cloudy and gloomy, and he looks extremely old.

"How long can the food last?" The old man said, his voice was hoarse and deep, accompanied by a burst of rapid panting, which made people worry that he would die in the next moment.

"Reporting to the priest, along the way, leader Mengwei and I hunted a lot of bone birds, and with our current food, we can last for about a month."

A woman said in a respectful voice, she was tall, with shocking curves, long black hair tied into a ponytail, showing a cold and pretty face, her voice and expression were capable and neat.

"One month? Too little..." The old man sighed deeply, worry appeared in his cloudy eyes, and after a long time, he asked hoarsely again, "How many people are we left?"

"There are thirteen young children, 76 teenagers, and nine guards in the family." The woman replied.

"Did three more guards die?" The worry in the eyes of the old man became more intense, making the atmosphere in the tent more oppressive and gloomy.

The woman pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer, her heart was also extremely heavy.

"You have done a good job. These children are the hope of our clan. For them, what is the point of sacrificing some people?" The old man murmured, with a strong sadness in his voice.

"Master Sacrifice, can we... really get out of this exile?" The woman suddenly raised her head, looking at the old man on the bed, with a rare look of bewilderment in her eyes.

"Moya, do you still remember the prophecy engraved under the Netherworld?" the old man said in a low voice.

"I remember." Mo Ya nodded, and she didn't know what to think of, her eyes became firm again, and she was no longer in a daze.

"For the hope of our family, you and Mengwei must live well, and take these children out to see the place where our ancestors lived." A look of nostalgia appeared on the old man's wrinkled and skinny cheeks.

"I will definitely do it!" Moya pursed her lips, clenched her teeth, and then she was startled suddenly, and said, "Master Sacrifice, what about you? Don't you want to go out with us?"

"Me?" The old man suddenly smiled, showing a touch of sadness, "I have lived here and guarded it all my life, but in the end I can only watch the disaster break the seal and reappear in the world. I... am ashamed of my ancestors. !"

"Then..." Moya frowned, and was about to say something. At this moment, the tent was lifted from the outside, and a tall and burly middle-aged man walked in. It was Mengwei.

"Master Sacrifice, I picked up this person by the Jiuyou River." Mengwei said, gently placing the person on his back on the ground with gentle and careful movements.

Because he was very worried that if he exerted a little force, he would "break" this person to pieces. After all, this guy's injuries were too bad, his skin was ripped apart, and his bones were exposed. It was simply too horrible to look at.

If he hadn't found out that this person still had a chance of life, he almost thought he was saving a dead body.

"It's just a dead body, why bother to save it." Mo Ya glanced at the motionless young man on the ground, and said with a frown.

"He still has a sliver of life." Mengwei explained in a low voice.

"In the Jiuyou River?"

On the bed, surprise appeared on the wrinkled face of the old man, he suddenly struggled up, pointed at the young man on the ground, and said in a hurried voice, "Quick, tear off a piece of his clothes and give it to me."

Mengwei did so, and only then did he realize that the clothes on the young man were very strange, completely different from the animal skins he had passed on, soft and smooth, and possessed a strange defensive power.

"Sure enough, this is a treasure only possessed by the outside world!" The old man looked at the cloth in his hand, an indescribable excitement welled up in his cloudy eyes, "This cloth is made of various spiritual materials, and it is covered with layers of arrays. It should be called 'Baoyi'!"

Soul material?Treasure clothes?

Mengwei and Moya glanced at each other, they were both at a loss, their ancestors lived in this dark land for generations, they used animal skins as clothes, and all kinds of fierce monsters as food, it is hard to imagine, what is spiritual material, what is it? Also called Baoyi.

But from the reaction of the priest, they could vaguely sense that this young man who looked like a corpse on the ground seemed... to come from the outside world?

"Quick, no matter what, we must save this person and ask him how he came to this exiled place in the Nine Nethers, which is known as 'there is no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to earth'!"

The old man suddenly became excited, his voice was low and hoarse, revealing unconcealable excitement and joy.