Chapter 257: Arrive first and wait for the master
At the same time, two thousand miles away from here.
Little Dark Sky was wrapped in a hoodie and was also in a small grassland tribe.
He stood at the center of the tribe.
It was very quiet.
“Pah…”
Suddenly, a drop of sticky blood slid down from the corner of his hoodie.
It fell heavily on the ground, like a blood-red plum blossom.
The entire tribe was filled with corpses.
From the eighty-year-old elderly to the hungry babies.
Including the cavalry and horses, all were killed.
Even livestock were not spared.
From those corpses, wisps of dark aura were continuously gathering into the mouth and nose of Little Dark Sky.
Little Dark Sky had a comfortable expression on his face.
“Is this a creature from the human world?”
"Killing them is indeed very nourishing."
"No wonder those old guys are always thinking about breaking through the blockade and heading to the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods."
"As opposing planes, the human world can hunt our demon souls, and hell can also hunt them. As a tonic."
At this time, Little An'an was almost covered in blood.
The entire tribe was massacred by him.
The tent and the grass were splattered with scarlet blood.
Even the small stream about ten feet wide next to the tribe was completely dyed red with blood.
It continues to flow in a winding manner, gradually diluting the blood.
Unlike Zong Shen, Xiao An'heitian has already treated the indigenous creatures created by nature on the Gumeng grassland as prey for pigs and dogs.
Hunting madly, nourishing his own cultivation with pure blood and living souls.
At this moment, at his feet, there was a little girl of the Gumeng ethnic group, about eleven or twelve years old, shivering.
Little Dark Sky picked her up.
"Come on, take me to the next tribe..."
His voice was cold and heartless, as if he treated these indigenous creatures like pigs, dogs and livestock.
The little girl raised her head tremblingly.
His eyes were blood red.
Holding a half-broken arrow in his hand.
He resolutely inserted it into the blood vessel in his neck.
Blood spurted out like a fountain.
The little dark sky was sprayed all over his face.
"Hahaha……"
"Devil, the Ancestral God and the Great Shaman Tianhan will definitely punish you!"
"Mom and Dad, Qiduo is here to accompany you..."
The little girl laughed and murmured in ancient Mongolian.
As the blood was lost, the last bit of life was gone.
Little Dark Sky loosened his grip and dropped her to the ground.
He reached out and wiped the blood off his face.
He put it to his mouth and licked it.
“It’s really not tasty at all…”
His eyes looked towards the stream and followed it away.
It seemed to have pointed the way for him.
He took a ghostly step forward, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, and appeared several meters away.
Apparently, the suppression of the thousand layers of space also affected him.
I just don't know where the next tribe to suffer will be...
…
At the same time, located in the center of the Gumeng Prairie.
Here, there is a super large tribe with a population of one million.
Around it, there are nine large tribes with hundreds of thousands of people standing like guards.
In the middle of the super tribe is a deep blue lake.
Like a sapphire, inlaid on the prairie
This is the sacred lake of the ancient Mongolian people, Sayram Lake.
It is a pearl on the ancient Meng grassland and is also known as the last tear of the ancestor god.
This is the largest tribe in the entire ancient Mongolian grassland.
It is also where the Khan, the supreme ruler of all tribes, lives.
In the tribe, many square platforms were built with huge stones.
The one in the middle houses a dazzling gate of light.
In addition, there are more than a dozen square platforms with wooden sculptures of different shapes erected on them.
These wood carvings are the images of each Tian Khan.
The position of Sky Khan is not hereditary; it is chosen from among the shamans who are most favored by the ancestor gods.
And the ancestor god of the ancient Mongolian tribe entered the light gate.
Although he never came back, as long as he prayed sincerely and offered sacrifices of cattle and sheep, he could receive power in return from the light gate.
And those descendants of the next generation cannot pass through the light gate.
According to legend, as long as one can enter the light gate, one can become a being like the ancestor god.
At this moment, two figures were standing under the square stone platform enshrining the Light Gate.
One is wearing a wolf-skin coat and a wolf skull crown on his head.
He carries a huge green wooden bow on his back and holds a green wooden staff in his hand.
He is the contemporary Khan of the ancient Mongolian people and also the great shaman of the tribe.
Tenger!
The person beside him was none other than Hades.
"Sir, do you want to go through the Gate of Miracles?"
Tengger said respectfully.
Obviously, Hades has demonstrated his abilities.
Make them feel that the underworld is related to the ancestral god.
Hades shook his head.
"I want to wait for my master."
"I will wait for him here and take care of you guys."
Speaking of which, Hades is very lucky.
As soon as he entered the thousand-layer space, he was randomly transported to the core tribe of Gumeng.
After he single-handedly repelled an army of ten thousand cavalrymen, he was summoned by Tengger.
When he saw that Mingyu could reach out and pass through the light gate, he worshipped him as the manifestation of the ancestor god.
Be very respectful to him.
Hearing that he had to wait for his master, I was even more shocked.
I don’t know how magical his master is.
Since Mingyu followed Zong Shen, his murderous intent has faded a lot.
I don't want to increase my strength through killing.
If Little Dark Sky were to come here, he would definitely start a massacre.
"Oh, right, prepare for me 100,000 catties of military rations and wine, 100,000 catties of Gumeng beef, 100,000 catties of fertile soil, and 100,000 plants of good horse grass..."
Mingyu spoke slowly, reporting on the precious specialties of the ancient Mongolian continent.
These things will be of great use to the owner when he takes them to the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods. He can train an army of cavalry of his own!
"In exchange, I will give you some good things, some spiritual grains, spiritual trees, seeds of spiritual herbs, some elixirs that can prolong life, some classic books, among which there are various useful instruments. Of course, I will also teach you the secrets of cultivation."
"After practicing, you can gradually gain the ability to fly without making sacrifices."
Tenger hesitated for a moment before agreeing to Mingyu's request.
The Gumon people are a nomadic people.
As for the technology of tools, cultivation, etc., they are almost in a very primitive state.
It was difficult for them to refuse the conditions of Hades.
"Please wait a moment, sir. I will go and prepare the resources you requested."
Tengger placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and performed a grassland etiquette.
After Mingyu nodded, he slowly left the place.
Going to prepare supplies.
Mingyu sat cross-legged.
He spent the shortest time in the Gumeng Prairie, but gained the most.
By this time he already knew about the Nadam Festival held regularly in the prairie.
He firmly believed that he would be able to find his master here!
(End of this chapter)
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