Bloodline Ares

Chapter 282 Ancient God Language

"Back to the outside world? We Siris people have been living here for a long time, and we can't remember how long, but when it comes to leaving the plain of death, there is nothing we can do. I dare not say that I can walk out of the plain of death, perhaps, the strong man we saw 800 years ago has the ability to walk out of the plain of death..."

Xia Chen was very disappointed by the old man’s words. He didn’t expect that even the Serisians didn’t know how to leave the Plain of Death. The entire Plain of Death is so vast. This place is clearly a world of its own, and maybe it won’t come to an end until death. .

From the beginning to the end, the patriarch didn't say a word, but kept frowning and staring at Xia Chen, as if confirming something, but it was difficult to confirm.

It didn't take long for Xia Chen to say goodbye and leave. He already had a simple understanding of the Death Plain and these Serisians, and the next step is to have a more detailed and in-depth understanding, but there is no need to rush for a while.

After Xia Chen and the others left, the thin old man who was still smiling turned his head to look at the burly patriarch. This Siris patriarch is also the strongest among all the Siris people, and he became the patriarch by virtue of his bravery , this is also the tradition of the Sires.

"Patriarch, did you sense anything?"

The thin old man asked in ancient divine language.

The patriarch stared at the thin old man with a complicated expression, and said with some uncertainty: "The aura is very faint. From his aura, I can feel a little closeness, but it is very faint, and I can't be sure."

"If you are not sure, then get in touch more. For so many years, we have persisted generation after generation. God will not abandon us. He will definitely come..."

The thin old man murmured in a low voice, as the wisest person among the Siris people, he may not be the strongest, but he is the one with the most knowledge, and even the patriarch respects him very much.

...Xia Chen and others lived in the valley of the Seres people, but Xia Chen still likes to call them giants. They are really too powerful. Their physical strength alone is enough to rival powerful monsters.

These Siris people were born with strength comparable to those in the Cyclone Realm, and as they grew older, it took almost a hundred years for them to be considered formal adults.Generally, adult Serisians have the power of a fourth-order monster, which is completely physical power.

If it is the best among them, such as the most powerful patriarch among the Siris people, who is 15 meters high and walks like a mountain, then he can even rival the fifth-order monster.

Moreover, Xia Chen also learned that there are legends of King Siris among these Sirisians. It is rumored that as long as King Siris is born, they will be at least as powerful as the sixth-order monster or equivalent to the true spirit realm.

It's just that for so many years, this Siris tribe has never had a Siris king, and gradually, the Siris king has become a legend.

In the early morning, the valley was still a vast expanse of whiteness, and it seemed that the Death Plain was covered by thick fog all year round, but there was very little death here, and the Serisians chose a good place.

Xia Chen opened his eyes, he could already hear the sound of footsteps outside, these Serisians were all giants, and they walked so loudly that it was hard not to be heard.

He knew that it was the Serisians who brought him food.

"Squeak".

Xia Chen pushed open the door, and sure enough, from a distance, he saw Anan Duan, a large portion of monster flesh, coming in front of Xia Chen, and said in a low voice, "Master Xia, this is food for you."

"Put it there, Anan, can you take me to the elder?"

"Elder? Of course, the patriarch has given orders, you can do whatever you want."

Anan has become much more proficient in speaking recently. Every morning, Anan will deliver a piece of food, of course not for Xia Chen, but for Wei Dong and Jin Guangdiao. Xia Chen has condensed Xuandan, as long as there is heaven and earth vitality. up.

"Xiaodong, take care of Xiaojin, don't let him run around."

Xia Chen said to Wei Dong in the room.

"Master, don't worry."

A few days ago, Xiao Jin almost couldn't find his way back because he was running around. Fortunately, people from Seris helped to find him, and he finally found it. Therefore, Xia Chen became vigilant and asked Wei Dong to watch carefully at home.

Wei Dong has also changed a lot recently. He used the flesh and blood of monsters every day to refine his body, but he still couldn't reach the limit of the human body, and there was a strange aura on his body, which made Xia Chen feel that something was wrong.

It seems that we have to find a time for Wei Dong to try to condense the cyclone. With Xia Chen protecting him, it's okay even if he fails. At worst, he can re-condense in the future.

"Let's go."

Xia Chen followed Anan, and also walked out of the yard, seeing that the Serisians, big and small, were also busy. The Serisians here have to go out to hunt every day, otherwise they will be hungry, and they also Plant something, but it simply cannot sustain the needs of two hundred Serisians.

However, what makes Xia Chen a little strange is that these Serisians seem to have no women, but all men. How do they reproduce and maintain a tribe?
All these questions echoed in Xia Chen's heart, but he had only been in the valley of the Seres people for a few days, and some things were not suitable for asking, so he could only ask after he had been in contact for a long time in the future.

Anan is a talkative person, because he was not familiar with the language before, but now he is a little familiar, so he chatted with Xia Chen.

"Master Xia, you practitioners are amazing, you don't need to eat. If we don't get anything after hunting for a day, it will be a disaster, and we will be hungry..."

Anan is actually not a name, because the names of these Siris people have only one word, called "Nan", which seems to be the name of the ancient divine language, and Xia Chen is not very clear.

"Xia Chen is not all practitioners do not need to eat, look at my disciple Wei Dong, doesn't he just need your food?"

Xia Chen said with a smile, Anan is a very young Serisian, he is only over 200 years old, and he is very young among the Serisians.

These Siris people can be so powerful just relying on their bodies, if they can practice, how powerful would they be?It's a pity that the body structure of the Siris people seems to be different from Xia Chen and others. Those body training methods are useless to them, and they have no way to sense the vitality of the world.

The strength of the Siris people comes from the blood in their bodies. By continuously developing the blood in their bodies, they can obtain powerful power. Of course, this kind of power is easy to obtain, almost innate, but it is very difficult to improve it. Otherwise, perhaps King Siris would be born among the Sirisians, instead of just being a legend all along.

Soon, Xia Chen saw the skinny old man outside the room. This skinny old man seemed to be getting older. He kept repeating "God's story" every day, and only these Seres people listened. It was very careful, but Xia Chen didn't take it to heart at all.

"Old Zhi."

This thin old man is called "Zhi". When he saw Xia Chen coming, he squinted his eyes and said, "Dear guest, what can you do for me?"

"Old Zhi, I have a request to trouble you."

"Please tell me, distinguished guest."

"I want to learn the language of the ancient gods."

"Learn ancient divine language?"

The thin old man squinted his eyes slightly, and kept looking at Xia Chen's body. After a long time, Zhi Lao said, "It's nothing to teach you the ancient divine language from afar, but if we Seres people meet Undead, please give me your help."

"No problem, if I really encounter a dead spirit, I will do my best."

Xia Chen finally felt relieved. Although these Serisians are very powerful and have ways to deal with fourth-order monsters, they are very afraid of the undead, because they have no effective way to deal with the undead. Spirit, they will try to avoid it as much as possible.

As for asking Xia Chen to deal with the undead, this old Zhi naturally has plans. Xia Chen can stay in the plain of death for such a long time. If there is no way to deal with the undead, Zhi Lao will definitely not believe it. , then there must be some way to deal with the undead, and this is what the Siris lack.

"Very good, honored guest, please come with me, ancient divine language, this is a noble language, I didn't expect it to be lost to the outside world..."

Elder Zhi seemed very lonely, and brought Xia Chen into the house.

In a secret room in the house, there are actually densely packed "books". However, these "books" are not the paper books that Xia Chen is familiar with, but stone slabs with densely packed words engraved on them. It is a character that Xia Chen doesn't know, it should be the ancient divine language.

There is no paper available in the plain of death, so the people of Seris used stone tablets to record words.

The huge stone slabs are the hardest, at least able to withstand the wind and sand erosion for hundreds of years. Of course, even the hardest stone slabs will be eroded quickly if they lose their protection.

These slabs are the books of the Seresians, or some records, there may be some secrets in them, but most of them can be viewed directly.

Xia Chen's heart was burning with enthusiasm. Although he learned a lot about the Death Plain from Zhi Lao's mouth, how could it compare with the records of these Seresians?If he could understand the ancient divine language, then he would be able to directly check the records of the Serisians. Thinking of this, Xia Chen's desire to master the ancient divine language became even stronger.

Seeing the eagerness in Xia Chen's eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhi Lao's mouth.

In the following time, Xia Chen began to try to learn the ancient divine language. With Xia Chen's current memory, it is actually quite easy to learn a language, but this ancient divine language seems to be different and difficult to master.

Xia Chen was able to learn at least thirty ancient divine language characters every day, which seemed slow, but in fact, as long as he mastered more ancient divine language characters, the learning efficiency would be higher.

(End of this chapter)