Talisman Emperor

Boom!

Taunting black turbid dragons like angry dragons, rolling roars, thunderous roars, rock through the sky, shocking shores, the danger is immense.

A seemingly ugly bone bird flew over the river and was suddenly beaten to pieces by a giant wave, falling into the river and blinking disappeared.

The river is dangerous, the river is cloudy and violent, and no living spirit dares approach it.

At this time, however, in the middle of the river, there is a shadow floating, like a floating ping, drifting with the waves, look carefully, that is a shadow!

He was soaked with wet, damaged skin, the flesh of the split flesh washed by the river was so white that he could no longer see the colour of the blood, and the hidden revealed a fractured white bone, all over his body, almost nowhere intact, the wounds were immense.

Chen Xi had no idea that Xiaoding had torn herself apart and fled the void, waiting for herself to be a steep and vicious river. Without any response at all, she was washed out of the distance by the river, like a decaying tree, following the waves uncontrollably.

Moreover, he was struck several times along the way by a reef, severely injured already, almost broken, and even his inner body was severely shaken and injured.

Nowadays, he is covered in sores, scales, broken internal meridians, the world of mixed holes is broken, the whole person is like a broken cotton flock, life is exhausted, even the power of the fingers is gone!

Are you... dying? But I... don't like it!

Chen Xi tried to open his eyes, but found that even his eyelids were so heavy that he could no longer open them. His consciousness was sometimes sober and blurred, as if he were on the verge of death, as if he were going to die completely at the next moment.

Boom!

The next moment, his head hit directly on a reef, his heart hurting like a diamond, his eyes black, his consciousness completely fainted.

“Xiaozen, be careful. The Nine Phantoms are too steep. Don't get too close. ”

“Uncle Monwie, don't worry, I can do it. ”

“Oh, you little girl, better than the boys in the tribe. ”

“Hee-hee, Uncle Munvee, I'm going to be the first in the tribe. Naturally, I'm not afraid of anything! ”

It is a deserted land, bordered by a vast black river, a pile of monstrous stones, grassy and barren. The climate is dark and humid.

On that dome, there seemed to be a thick layer of haze, covering all the light, so that there was no sunlight everywhere.

Far away, one big and one small shadow approached this side of the river.

Large is a middle-aged man with big, thick eyebrows, wide eyebrows, dressed in simple animal skin, bare muscles that are hard as rocks, carrying a big bow with dark horns in his hand.

Next to the middle-aged, a little girl with soft, dark hair, clear and bright eyes, also wearing an animal skin, revealing a pair of slim, white arms and legs.

Though dressed in crude animal skin, it is still difficult to hide the little girl's cute Qing Xiu, her eyebrows are naive and through a stubborn wildness.

The little girl, carrying a barrel taller than her own, did not work hard and looked relaxed. She stepped to the river and squatted to the side to fetch water.

“Tsen, I'll do it.” Kuai Middle-aged Mengwei glanced at the turbulent and fierce river and raised a concern in his eyes.

“No need, Sacrifice Grandpa said, do your own thing.” Xiao Zen shook his head and his attitude was firm.

Meng Wei sighed in his heart. Xiaozen is a child with a sacrificial hand. He is intelligent and understanding. Sacrificing the Lord. He is now unwell and is about to die.

And Xiao Zen didn't know who said that taking the water in the Nine Phantoms River to boil the medicine can prolong the life and revitalize the life. Since then, she has come to the Nine Phantoms River every day to boil the water for the sacrifice.

Unfortunately, the little girl never knew that the sacrificial discomfort had become ill, but had been severely traumatized and fatally injured, and it had been difficult to live for many more days.

“Uncle Munvey, look! There... there seems to be someone there!” At this moment, Xiaozen suddenly shouted and woke up Mengwei, who was contemplating.

His eyes swept toward the middle of the river, and he saw a figure floating in it, like a piece of rotten wood.

When he returned to the team, Monvey had an extra figure on his back.

This is a strange team of more than a hundred people, the vast majority of whom are young boys and girls, twelve or three years old and even eight or nine years old.

They are young, but they are healthy and physically strong. Although they are wearing simple hides, they can still hide the virility of their body.

And they're moving fast, like a trained soldier, cooking fire, watching out for clothes, fixing weapons, practicing martial arts... none of them are going to play.

At their age, they were supposed to be lively and moving, but now they are doing things that belong to adults. There is no patience. I really don't know what they went through to make them so understanding and obedient.

And there were only a dozen adults on the team, all very tough, with cold cops shining in their eyes, standing around guarding an animal-skinned tent in the middle of the camp.

The skinned tent was filled with intense herbal flavors, smoky, choking nose, on a soft, dilapidated skin in the center of it, as an old man lay down.

The old man's skeleton was huge, but thin and thin. His skin was wrinkled like a ditch on his face, hands and all. His eyes were cloudy and bleak, and he looked extremely old.

“How many days can food last?” The old man spoke and his voice was dull and low, accompanied by a sudden gasp, causing concern that the next moment he would pass out of breath.

“Back to the sacrifice, on the way, I and Chief Munvey hunted a lot of bone birds, and with our current food, we could last about a month. ”

A woman complimented her on her height, her curves shocked, her black hair tied to a ponytail, and her cold, beautiful face, her tone and her divine tone smelled of skill and softness.

“A month? Too little...” The old man sighed deeply and his cloudy eyes raised a concern. Soon later, he asked again, “How many of us are left? ”

“Thirteen young children, seventy-six juveniles and nine ethnic guards.” The woman replied.

“Three more guards dead?” The fear in the eyes of the elderly grows more intense, making the atmosphere in the tent depressing and depressing.

Women talk, don't know how to answer, and their hearts are equally heavy.

“You did a good job. These kids are my people's hope. For them, it's sacrificing people. What's the point?” The old man muttered with a deep sorrow in his voice.

“Lord Sacrifice, can we... really get out of this land of exile?” The woman suddenly raised her head and looked at the old man on the bed with a rare glimmer in her eyes.

“Moya, do you remember that prophecy engraved beneath the Nine Ghosts?” The old man said low.

“Remember." Moya nodded, not knowing what she remembered, and her eyes grew stronger and no longer blurred.

“For the sake of my people's hopes, you and Munvey must live well and take these children out to see where our ancestors lived.” The old man's wrinkled skinny cheeks revealed a colour of remembrance.

“I will do it!” Moya whispered, biting her teeth tight, and suddenly she snapped, "Sacrifice, my lord, what about you? Aren't you coming out with us? ”

“Me?” the old man laughed suddenly, showing a sense of sadness, "I lived and guarded my whole life here, but I could only watch the evil break the seal and reproduce the world, I... shame on my ancestors! ”

“Well..." Moya frowned and wanted to say something. At this point, the tent was lifted from the outside and walked into a tall middle-aged man, Mengwei.

“Lord Sacrifice, I picked this man up by the Nine Phantoms River.” Monvey said, placing the man on his back gently on the ground, gently and carefully.

Because he was worried that if he pushed himself a little harder, he would “smash” the person. After all, this guy was so hurt, the flesh was peeling, the white bones were bare, he couldn't bear to see it.

If he hadn't been detected, he would have thought he was saving a corpse.

“It's just a corpse, why bother to save it?” Moya glanced at the immobile young man and frowned.

“He has a chance.” Monwie explained in low voice.

“In the Nine Phantoms? ”

On the bed, the old man's wrinkled face appeared surprised, suddenly struggling to get up, pointing to the young man on the ground, his voice hurried, "Quick, tear off a piece of his clothes for me. ”

Mengwei did it, and he realized that the young man was wearing strange clothes, distinct from the hide he had handed down, delicate and smooth, and had a strange defense.

“It is a treasure that the outside world possesses!” The old man weighed the fabric in his hand, and there was an unspeakable excitement in his cloudy eyes, "this clothing, made from various spiritual materials, put on a heavy array method, should be called 'treasure coat’! ”

A treasure coat?

Mon Wei and Moya looked at each other and they were all confused. Their ancestors lived in this dark, sunless land, clothed with animal skins and fed with all sorts of fierce monsters. It was hard to imagine what spiritual materials were and what treasure coats were.

But from the sacrificial reaction, they can almost feel that the young people on this earth, like corpses, seem to come from the outside?

“Quickly, in any case, bring this man back to life. Ask him how he really came to the place of the Nine Phantoms of exile called ‘There is no way up, there is no way down'! ”

The old man suddenly got excited, his voice was low and dull, and he was delighted with an irresistible excitement.