"What kind of cultivation level does he have?"

While Feng Feixiang was cleaning the wolf corpse, he secretly looked at Zhu Tian who was recovering from his injuries.

"Do you want to know what Uncle Thirteen's cultivation level is?"

Zhutian Yuntai suddenly appeared next to him, Feng Feixiang was startled, Feng glanced briefly and asked: "Are you willing to tell me?"

"What's wrong with this? Apart from you, everyone here knows that Uncle Thirteen is in the primary level of foundation building immortality."

Gudong!

The wolf corpse fell from Feng Feixiang's hand, and he became stunned.

Killing the Mahayana Emperor Beast in the primary foundation-building immortal realm and leaping to two major levels? It’s a fantasy.

"Are you scared? Without such amazing combat power, how could Uncle Thirteen become the guardian of Chaos Garden and take on the task of protecting Chaos Garden."

"You didn't lie to me?"

Feng Feixiang turned his eyes to Zhutian Yuntai, somewhat disbelieving.

"Who lied to you that you are a puppy!"

Zhutian Yuntai was anxious and angry because Feng Feixiang didn't believe him.

"He didn't lie to you, that kid is in the elementary level of foundation building immortality."

The little fox cat came over and looked at Feng Feixiang with cute eyes.

"You are a spy, I don't believe what you say!"

Feng Feixiang smiled and walked away, but the little fox cat became depressed and muttered: "Why doesn't anyone believe me when I tell the truth?"

"Little fox cat, I believe you, tell me how Uncle Thirteen fought?"

Zhutian Yuntai asked, his eyes filled with excitement.

"That boy tricked the four-headed wolf..."

Someone believed in him, so the little fox cat opened his mouth and slowly told the story of Zhutian's battle, his voice was soft and sweet.

It didn't take long before everyone gathered around to listen to the little fox cat's speech.

Feng Feixiang also came back. Although she didn't believe what the little fox cat said, what it told was so attractive that she thought it was a fantasy story.

Five days later, Zhutian led the team to leave here and continue walking into the crisscrossing depths.

After crossing more than a hundred mountains in a row, they saw a river with very fast water and many ferocious beasts drinking water by the river.

There are also ferocious beasts hiding in the water. The two are vying for supremacy and fighting for survival. The river water is sometimes dyed red with blood.

What shocked Zhutian and others was that there were more than a dozen divine tribesmen hiding by the river, wrapped in animal skins, and they took advantage of the opportunity to hunt down the ferocious beasts that came to the river to drink water.

Judging from their clothing, they should be the original residents of the ancient battlefield.

"Zhu Tian, ​​how can there be gods living in the ancient battlefield?"

The big bear asked in a low voice, fearing to disturb the beasts drinking water by the river and the hidden gods.

Because of the direction and angle, they could just see the hidden Gods.

"Everyone quietly surround them, don't hurt them."

Zhutian gave an order, and everyone moved quickly, walking quietly.

It didn't take long, and they surrounded a dozen people, but they didn't catch them, they each hid themselves.

Zhutian jumped up from the mountain range and landed directly 20 meters in front of the dozens of people. Next to him stood a little fox cat, looking at each other with them.

The sudden appearance of a man and a beast frightened the dozen or so people. When they discovered that Zhu Tian was a member of the God Clan, they were even more frightened.

People from the God race appeared in the ancient battlefield. They were also full of doubts. They talked to each other in strange voices. One of them, a middle-aged man, walked out, looked at Zhu Tian and asked, "Who are you and where are you from?"

"Master, let's talk to him."

Chunyu and Chunxue came out of hiding, with tears in their eyes. They could understand the strange words and knew that they were slave language.

In the foreign slave farms, the god slaves created a separate language for discussing matters, the purpose of which was to prevent

The aliens eavesdropped.

Hearing the slaves' language, Chunyu Chunxue was sure that these dozen or so gods were their former clansmen.

During Zhutian's trial in the ancient battlefield, he made a deal with the alien gangster Er in the palace city and returned the freedom of the divine slaves in the gangster's slave farm.

But that was thousands of years ago.

The slaves of the Gods who were freed at that time could not survive in the alien territory. They were forced to flee into the ancient battlefield and hide in the criss-crossing desolate mountains, living in isolation from the outside world.

Seeing their clansmen again, the two girls Chun Yu and Chun Xue burst into tears.

"Did you come from a gangster's slave farm?"

Chunyu Chunxue used slave language to talk to the middle-aged counterpart.

"Who are you and how can you speak the native language?"

The middle-aged protoss asked each other in surprise and called the slave language the native language.

"We are Nuya and Nuju, are Nujiao and Numin okay?"

"Nuya Nuju? Nujiao Numin?"

The middle-aged god clan muttered and shouted: "My clan no longer has the surname Nu, and there are no two people like Nu Jiao and Nu Min. Who are you?"

"Trialist of the Gods!"

From behind, Zhu Tian calmly added.

Although he couldn't understand the slave language, he could guess, and looking at Chun Yu and Chun Xue's expressions, he could basically determine the identities of these dozen or so gods.

In addition, he also knew that there was a gap of many years between the time of the Miyagi trial and now. But the two girls, Chun Yu and Haru Xue, did not know that if they continued to talk, misunderstandings would inevitably arise.

"Trialist of the Gods?"

The middle-aged man opposite let out a startled roar, his eyes widening.

The trialists of the God Clan are the gods they worship. They pray every sunrise and have never stopped for thousands of years.

In the first two thousand years after they entered the ancient battlefield, they often sent people to the palace city to find trialists from the gods, hoping that miracles would reappear.

But two thousand years have passed, and many Chushan people have died, so they gradually gave up hope.

How could they not be surprised when they heard the name Trialist of the Gods again after thousands of years.

"Who are you? Where are the trialists from the God Clan?"

The middle-aged protoss shouted loudly, the sound was so loud that it shook the Baili Mountains.

"The master is a trialer of the Gods. The two of us left with the master when we were in the palace city, and the other two women returned to the alien race. They are Nujiao and Numin."

Chunyu thought quickly. He guessed what was happening by looking at the reaction of the middle-aged man opposite him, and briefly explained what happened in the palace.

The middle-aged man opposite him had sweat dripping from his forehead as he stared blankly at the two women and Zhu Tian.

What happened in the palace back then was not a secret within their clan, everyone knew about it.

People who lived ten thousand years ago are now in their twenties. No one can believe this age difference.

The middle-aged man didn't believe it either, but he didn't dare not believe it. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and ordered the rest of the people to quickly return to the clan to deliver the message, while he stayed to lead the way.

"Let them pass!"

After Zhu Tian gave an order, the people who were hiding moved out of the way and walked out one after another to look at Chun Yu and Chun Xue.

Everyone's brains were in chaos and their faces were full of confusion.

However, they guessed that Chun Yu and Chun Xue were related to the gods in the ancient battlefield, and their relationship was unusual.

After crossing seven mountains, the team arrived at the place where the Gods lived. All they could see were large and small caves.

In the open ravine, hundreds of thousands of people from the God tribe gathered, all wrapped in animal skins. The leader was an old man with white hair and two old women.

Nu Jiao Nu Min from ten thousand years ago is still alive, but her name is no longer used.

After the meeting, Zhu Tian and others received a warm welcome. When the Gods here heard that the Heavenly Gate of Chaos Garden had been opened and they could return to the Gods to live, they all burst into tears. The old man and the children

The child holds his head, and the girl and the young man embrace.

Chunyu Chunxue and Nujiao Numin hid in a distance and talked for two days and two nights.

Following Zhutian's instructions, Chunyu and Chunxue told them many things, including what to say and what not to say after returning to Chaos Garden, etc.

Nujiao and Numin naturally agreed to everything.

Ten days later,

All the divine people here migrated out of the desolate mountains and returned to the Chaos Garden.

Zhutian, on the other hand, led a team of a hundred people to go deeper into the mountains.

The hundred-man team was given to him by Nujiao Numin, and a hundred young men were selected and given to him to lead. However, the inheritance was very mixed, and the demons and demons were mixed from all races, and there were only a few three or five awakening inheritors. But their fighting power was not weak.

, living in the mountains, competing with the beasts, that person did not come here bathed in blood.
To be continued...