Ancestral Palace.
In the deepest part of the Qingyang Mountains, Qingyang Huan was heading towards the depths of the stone palace.
In the dim space, there were wisps of beast fire jumping.
However, no matter how strong the beast fire was, it seemed that it could not dispel the darkness here.
"Ancestor, I have come to practice Qingyang's method of opening up the hidden treasure."
In front of an old man, Qingyang Huan saluted respectfully.
In the dimness, a rickety figure walked out little by little.
His face was covered with wrinkles and his eyes were sunken.
He tried his best to open his eyes and look at Qingyang Huan.
"Qingyang's secret method is the foundation of my clan, Qingyang.
Fortunately, my ancestors have protected me and passed down the method.
I went to pay homage to my ancestors first."
At this moment, Qingyang Huan showed no slickness and followed the old man deeper into the area.
Pieces of bluestone were covered with cracks and turned into tablets, engraved with cloud patterns.
These were the ancestors of the Qingyang family.
After the prostrations, the old man spoke up, "The Qingyang clan inherits the yin shadow of our ancestors and inherits the three-yang method of opening the Tibet, which is the origin of the Qingyang Divine Tibetan.
The Tibetan method is not allowed to be passed on to other people.
You should remember this."
"Remember" After nodding in agreement, and with the tacit approval of the old man, Qingyang Huan entered a cave.
The end of the Qingyang clan's clan palace was connected to an ancient mountain in the mountains.
The entire ancient mountain was hollowed out, and wisps of animal fire lingered in the cave, but it was filled with vicissitudes of life and decay.
Deep in the cave, there stood a dilapidated stone tablet, one foot in size.
The stone tablet was covered with dense cracks, and a large crack penetrated the entire stone tablet.
The erosion of cracks has made the patterns on the stone tablet extremely blurry and broken.
This stone tablet is the Qingyang tribe's three-yang method of opening up the hidden treasures.
Only when he is close to the stone tablet, Qingyang Huanfang can see clearly.
This is a vague evil roaring up to the sky, and there are three big suns rotating on the top of the sky.
But the strange thing is that the picture carved on this stone tablet is very inconsistent.
The vague evil occupies two-thirds of the entire stone tablet.
The open mouth has the power to swallow mountains and rivers and sweep across the nine heavens.
And the three big suns Just like that, he was in the huge mouth of the great evil, as if he was about to be swallowed.
“It’s really interesting to swallow the sun” At this moment, Shimao's voice sounded in Qingyang Huan's mind again.
"Senior, what do you mean?"
Qingyang Huan was immediately shocked.
Even the Qingyang tribe himself did not know the origin of this stone tablet.
However, it was undeniable that the Qingyang tribe came into existence precisely because of this stone tablet.
The warriors of Qingyang in the past generations have understood this stone tablet and derived the method of opening the treasure, which is the method of opening the treasure of the three Yangs.
Although there have been Qingyang tribesmen in the past who want to understand the deeper things of the stone tablet, they have failed every time.
"Boy, this is a ruined totem rubbing."
"totem" Hearing this, Qingyang Huan shouted loudly, and even subconsciously breathed thicker.
This was the existence that the Qingyang family dreamed of.
"It's just a broken totem, so why be excited about it."
"Senior, please clarify your doubts."
Qingyang Huan then suppressed the excitement in his heart and said respectfully.
After all, he had never ventured into the wilderness, and his vision was narrow.
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To him, things in the wilderness were full of mystery.
"In ancient times, all races in the world coexisted, worshiping all things in the world as a totem of faith, and praying for more powerful power.
They worshiped flames as their homage, and obtained blazing flames.
The tyrannical ones burned millions of miles of wilderness, and used thunder as their totem.
The tyrant breaks through the Nine Netherworld."
"There is also an ancient clan that uses Pixiu, Fatty, Qiongqi, Taotie, and Fierce Kui as their tribal totems, and they have the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.
However, these totems are not common.
Later, people copied their appearance and then worshiped them.
Derived from the spirituality of this kind of great evil, the vague great evil on this stone tablet rubbing is Zhen Jian. " "The Great Evil and True Jade, does that mean our Qingyang Clan has a totem to suppress the clan?"
Qingyang Huan asked hurriedly.
"It is a piece of waste stone, its spirituality has been lost, and it can no longer serve as a tribal totem."
Hearing this, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but darken.
In the wilderness, there is a huge difference between tribes with totems and tribes without totems.
Don't look at the power of the Qingyang clan, which is thousands of miles away.
However, in the eyes of the real ancient clan, They are still just remote people, because it is difficult for the tribe to give birth to a strong person in the totem realm.
A tribe that truly has a tribal totem is passed down from generation to generation.
There are endless totem mirror warriors in the tribe, and they are more able to climb towards a higher level of martial arts realm.
For example, the Qingyang clan, except for the ancestor who raised an army to powerful Qingyang Ridge two thousand years ago, and an ancestor a thousand years ago, there is no strong person in the Totem Mirror world.
The warriors of the Totem Mirror are more like a kind of luck.
"Is there really no other way?"
"have" The next moment, Shi Zhao's words seemed to pull him back from the edge of the cliff of disappointment.
"Senior, please tell me, whether it is a blood essence stone or other blood energy, I will tell my father, and the entire Qingyang clan will help you find it."
"Find the faith totem of another tribe and bring it back so that this totem stone tablet can absorb spirituality."
This sentence couldn't help but make Qingyang Huan roll his eyes.
The tribal totem is the foundation of a tribe.
Unless the tribe is exterminated, it is simply a dream to get a faith totem to set foot on.
But then again, a tribe with a faith totem , the Qingyang family really can’t afford to offend.
"The human race can't do it, but the foreign race doesn't say it can't be done.
As long as you are strong enough, all the races in the wilderness will plunder you.
So if you don't go out, everything will be a fantasy."
After concentrating his mind, Qingyang Huan began to observe the stone tablet.
In fact, over the years, the Qingyang people have learned the method of opening Tibet from this stone tablet and have already compiled it into classics.
However, although the understanding of the people of the past generations has been perfected, from another aspect, it is also the same in this world.
Add restrictions layer by layer.
That's why he came to observe the most primitive stone tablet and gain his own insights. roar Three days later, Qingyang Huan, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the stone tablet, sketched a figure in his mind, but it was very blurry.
It was difficult to condense the divine form, flashing Qinglin, but the violent and boundless momentum was deadly.
It was imprinted on his mind. roar In an instant, he seemed to hear a roar, and the ancient and violent energy filled his entire body.
"It has reached its extreme.
No wonder we, the Qingyang Clan, cannot go any further.
The dilapidated totem has lost its divine form and majesty."
With a glint in his eyes, a light golden light flashed away, Qingyang Huan stood up and left the cave.
Three days later, a hundred miles away from Qingyang Mountain, under a dry mountain, there was an explosion, followed by two figures retreating.
"Jin Wei, your giant ape bloodline seems to be stimulated again, and it can be turned into your own totem.
It is really a great blessing."
Jin Wei retreated, with a violent aura lingering all over his body.
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This situation had already appeared during the melee with the vampire warriors.
The bloodline of the Golden Ape was too violent, and Jin Wei obviously couldn't control it.
"Zhi Zhi Zhi" At this moment, a ray of purple light burst out from the depths of the forest and rushed directly towards Qingyang Huan.
"Little one, you are here, let's go" Qingyang Huan grabbed the sable that was coming towards him, put it on his shoulders, and ran towards the depths of the mountain forest.
"Where are we going?"
“Go to Lashan Ancient City”: