Starting from the Dragon Tribe

Lu Chen looked at the Spirit Summoning Tower in his hand in surprise. He had always carried this thing as a magic weapon for his early cultivation. After exchanging it, he also tried to repair it in Zhetian World.

It's just that he didn't have enough cultivation at the time to restore it to perfection, but only slightly repaired it.

It wasn't until he returned to the perfect world last time and spent the last ten thousand years in the Immortal Mountain that he tried to repair it when he had nothing to do, and then used various magical materials to complete it and repair it completely.

The fully repaired Spirit Summoning Tower is no longer an immortal-level piece of equipment, but has become the pinnacle of Chaos-level equipment, but it has not entered the ranks of Avenue level.

This made Lu Chen a little disappointed at the time, because the chaos-level equipment had no use for him, and he was still wondering whether he had lost money in exchange.

Unexpectedly, the real purpose of this special equipment is not for people to practice, but as a key to unlock the door.

He excitedly inserted the Spirit Summoning Pagoda into the door, and found that it fit perfectly. Moreover, the keyhole of the stone door, which had always been ordinary, emitted a faint light and a burst of mysterious power.

But just when Lu Chen thought that he would be lucky enough to get some relic treasures at the beginning, the light weakened again, and then there was no response anymore.

Lu Chen held the Spirit Summoning Tower in his hand and turned it left and right. He found that it could not turn. If he continued to exert force, the Spirit Summoning Tower would be broken.

He looked at the other keyhole and said, "If you don't insert two at the same time, it won't be able to open... That's right, otherwise, why are there two holes?"

He pulled out the Spirit Summoning Tower and inserted it into another hole, and found that there was also a faint light, but after a while there was no response.

Lu Chen was thoughtful and said to himself: "Are there two identical towers?"

He tried a trick and rolled up the ice and snow with his soul, built a tower with the same appearance as the Spirit Summoning Tower, and inserted it into the door, but nothing happened.

"It really doesn't work..."

Lu Chen regretfully said, yes, if it were that simple, I am afraid that the strong men of all races would have gone in long ago, and it would not be his turn.

Lu Chen turned around and prepared to leave here and go to the ancient continent. Because he would not get any opportunities here, there was no need to waste his time.

The top priority is to meet up with his teammates and then start their plan.

The creatures of this era are very strong, but Lu Chen has something on his mind and doesn't have much interest in fighting against the strong men of this era one by one.

Their priority goal now is to understand clearly what needs to be paid attention to in this era, and then start to plan for future generations, trying to penetrate the long river of time and move further downstream.

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In a remote corner of the ancient continent, among the mountains, there lived the largest clan of the human race.

The Witch God Tribe is the belief in the hearts of the human race in the prehistoric continent. Countless humans have heard of this place and want to rush to the human race's holy land.

But few people succeed, because this continent is too vast. It is difficult for ordinary people to leave the tribe of a race in their lifetime, let alone cross thousands of mountains and rivers, reach the edge of the continent, and go to the human tribe of witch gods.

And those lucky few who arrive here will feel even more desperate, because this is not the legendary ideal land of the human race, and it is also being oppressed by other races.

In the prehistoric continent, the human race is the lowest-status race, and there are few races that are better than the human race.

Although there are many races that are humanoid, or are born to look similar to the human race, such as the Xuannv race, which is no different in appearance from human women, these races are not friendly to the human race, but are very repellent, and are much more repulsive than other races. Race is even more disgusting.

The reason is simple. They think that it is really an insult to them that such a weak and humble race like the human race has the same appearance as them.

Therefore, in the ancient continent, all the major races of the human race would trample on them. Even if they were captured and sold as slaves, they would not be able to sell for a high price.

The most important thing is that since ancient times, there have been legends that the reason why no strong man can ascend the supreme throne in this world is because the ancestors of the human race committed serious crimes and offended God, so God angered all living beings. , preventing sentient beings from continuing upward.

In this case, the reason why the human race has not been exterminated is because some major clans believe that the human race may still have secrets left over from ancient times. If those secrets can be discovered, they may be able to learn how to break through and advance.

But for all races, as long as they leave a seed for the race, it doesn't matter how they are bullied.

At this time, a race called the Ant Lion Clan sent strong men to collect the poll tax from the human race.

The Antlion tribe is a race with a body that is half ant and half lion. The main torso is like an ant, with multiple legs, while the upper body has the characteristics of a lion, but with an insect-like carapace on the outside. The overall look is a bit weird. , but exudes a sense of ferocious power.

Their race has inherited the ferocity of the Lion Tribe and the power of the Ant-Men Tribe, and they consider themselves to be the chosen race. However, in fact, they are only ranked lower among the many races in the ancient continent, because they have not produced any peerless masters in their race.

Today they came to collect the poll tax. As the name suggests, the poll tax is the head.

Because their race has discovered the beauty of human flesh and blood, especially the head, the taste is unspeakable, so they come to the Witch God tribe every once in a while to collect the head tax. If they don't take the initiative to hand over a thousand heads, they will do it themselves. Hundreds of thousands of people will be killed.

However, they are not worried at all that the human race will perish because of their own fun, because there are scattered human races in other places on the prehistoric continent, and compared to the powerful ten thousand races, the human race is relatively fertile and can reproduce. It's very fast, and as long as they control it well, they can make the human population show a trend of neither growth nor decline.

As the name suggests, this is helping the human race to control population and family planning.

Anyway, in the eyes of some of the supreme clans, this is not an excessive thing, it is just a trivial matter, so they just do it as the ant lion clan does.

For the human race, this is a nightmare. They have to live in fear every year, not knowing when they will be selected and become a tribute to the ant lion tribe.

Because the selection of personnel is decided by the upper echelons of the tribe, they will give priority to the elderly who have no labor force and no qualifications for cultivation.

The selected old people are often very open-minded, but their children are often reluctant to give up and even more frightened.

"Yalicha, it's time to come, why haven't I seen the Chief of the Witch God yet..."

An ant lion wearing a purple gold crown spoke and asked the guards accompanying him, with dissatisfaction in his tone, "Don't they know the consequences of the delay? I haven't killed anyone myself for a long time."

"Haha, don't worry, Mr. Qiu Li. Isn't it a good thing that they postponed it? This way we can collect more poll taxes."

The ant lion clan follower known as Yali Cha smiled.

"That's true, but they seem to be here. I wonder how they will apologize to us for the delay."

Qiu Li sneered and looked into the distance, where two strong men flew over.

"There's nothing to say. If we don't hand over tens of thousands of heads this time, don't try to appease our anger."

Yalicha's eyes were sinister.

"Oh, it's the same boy as last time. I think his head should taste very good."

Qiu Li looked at the person flying over. He was a man wearing thick animal skin clothing. His aura was not weak, but it was certainly much worse than it.

"Why don't we change the conditions to him and see whether the lives of the 10,000 human beings or the lives of his own right and left hands are more important in Chief Wu Shen's heart."

Yalicha said with a wicked smile.

"What a great idea."

Qiu Li laughed loudly and looked at the two humans who fell in front of them. "Chief Wushen, you are late. As punishment, I will kill the kid next to you. What do you think? If you don't agree, we will have to punish you." The Witch God tribe started a massacre."

Li Tianlu, who was named, frowned. It was very uncomfortable to be stared at by the ant lion clan, because he saw full of appetite in the other person's eyes.

He is a ninth-level explorer who has traversed space for many years. How could he tolerate a living being directly treating him as a meal? ?

Oh, if the opponent is stronger than him, he can tolerate it. Generally speaking, he will think of how to escape.

But today is different. He has room for his legs. Their chief has been replaced, and he is not the good old man from before.

The previous chief was kind-hearted, always looking forward and backward, and keeping the overall situation in mind. Because the tribe was not strong enough, he could only compromise.

But no need to ask, everyone knows that the person next to him at this time is definitely a cold-faced killing god, and he is a strong master.

"I see, is this the ant lion clan? It does look ugly and tastes unpalatable. Brother Lu probably doesn't like it."

Chu Zihang stood there and said expressionlessly.

"Great Chief, you said you wanted to come to see the Ant Lion Clan. Didn't you want to renegotiate? If so, the other party might be unhappy."

Hearing Chu Zihang's words, Li Tianlu was stunned for a moment. He knew that the other party should be a tough and ruthless character, but he didn't expect him to be so ruthless. This was completely a life-threatening provocation.

Of course he believed that Chu Zihang could beat Qiu Li in front of him, because Qiu Li was just a high-level manager in the ant lion clan, not the strongest, and his strength was similar to that of the previous chief.

However, the Ant Lion Tribe has powerful divine beings, and they are simply not something that the Witch God Tribe can compete with today.

He asked the other party's name in the space. He had never heard of Chu Zihang's name. He didn't think he was among the top fifty in the former Void Arena. He was stronger than himself, but he was probably only too strong. His comprehensive attributes It won't be more than 310 points, right?

"What are you talking about? Are you going to say that the wise and mighty Lord Qiu Li is ugly again!?"

Yalicha roared angrily, while also irritating Qiu Li, wanting to expand today's victory.

"You are really impatient. Don't think that because of the wishes of those big clans, we will not slaughter the Witch God tribe. There are many human races in the ancient continent. At worst, we will just keep them in captivity."

Qiu Li also looked gloomy, his energy vibrating in the void, and he obviously had the intention to take action.

"I'm sorry, maybe my Common Tongue isn't up to standard, so let me say it again, I'm not scolding you."

Chu Zihang looked at Qiu Li with an expressionless expression, "I'm going to say that all of you Ant Lion Clan are ugly as hell."

"Great Chief, what are you doing..."

Li Tianlu was also surprised. He had lived here for more than 20,000 years and had some feelings for this tribe. Although he was a native of the mission world, he did not want these human races to perish.

If you completely anger the ant lion clan, you will have to face the wrath of the ant lion clan army.

"court death!"

Qiu Li couldn't bear it anymore and took action directly.

However, the next moment, he felt that his body could not move. This was the trembling from his soul after being absolutely suppressed when facing a strong person.

He felt as if the person standing in front of him was not the familiar shaman chief, but a king. At this time, the king had ignited his anger and would burn everything.

After the raging flames swept through, Chu Zihang only held Qiu Li's head in his hand, looked down and said expressionlessly: "Do the ant lions like to eat people?"

"You despicable two-legged creatures are only worthy of being our food rations. If any livestock dares to do this, be prepared to be devoured by us!"

Qiu Li said sinisterly, with disbelief in his eyes. He didn't expect that the chief of the Witch God tribe would suddenly become so powerful, but he was no match for the great ant lion army.

"Our soldiers will ravage your warriors, our children will suck your brains to grow, your bodies will be made into dried meat and hung on our shelves, oh, we will leave a little seed for you for generations to come. They were kept in captivity for generations and used as food rations..."

Qiu Li yelled crazily, but he was not afraid of death and was very strong-willed.

"Really? Then I won't have any burden."

Chu Zihang said calmly, then burned the Qiu Li Skull in his hand and took out a small notebook from the storage space.

"It's so strong..."

Li Tianlu was still in shock and realized that he might have accidentally hugged the incredible man. Could it be that the man in front of him was a powerful man from the Shinto! ?

"Boss, why did you take out your notebook?"

Li Tianlu asked doubtfully, because he felt the unknown power of the book and it was a terrifying prop.

"Nothing, I just think the ant lion clan can be removed."

Another vermilion pen appeared in Chu Zihang's hand. This was a magic weapon specially refined by Hui Liyi for him. It was made in the supreme world and exchanged by him. It is a great avenue-level treasure related to the law of destiny. But just to the extent that he can use it.

He described the detailed characteristics of the ant lion tribe on the paper, and identified the race with its real name. Finally, with the miniature judge's pen, he wrote a big word "die" horizontally.

Then in the sky full of fallen leaves, Chu Zihang closed his notebook and said, "Go back."

"That's it...is it over? Are we going back to prepare to deal with the ant lion tribe's army?"

Li Tianlu didn't understand what happened yet, and he didn't understand Chu Zihang's operation just now.

"It's over, no army will come..."

Chu Zihang shook his head, turned around and walked towards the direction of the Witch God tribe, raising his hand to wipe out a whole tribe. Even though it was an evil and dirty race to them, the feeling of thousands of creatures dying under their hands was honestly not a good feeling.

If Brother Lu is asked to do this kind of thing, he probably won't be able to do it so well, but Chu Zihang understands that the most taboo thing in this era is kindness.

He will do what Brother Lu can't do.

There's more at noon