Chapter 064 Five-color Altar

Along the way, Chang Heng couldn't help asking about the Jinwu tribe. Although the two were not vigilant, the situation was not very valuable. It was nothing more than that their ancestors moved here from afar and finally stood firm here after several generations of hard work. When Chang Heng seemed to intentionally or unintentionally ask what big enemies the Jinwu tribe had, the two insisted that there were no big enemies. If so, they were also several nearby tribes. They fought with each other from time to time because of competing for nearby resources.

The Jinwu tribe does not prohibit outsiders from entering. Of course, this outsider must be free from threats. At this time, Chang Heng showed only Wu Wujing. The people of the Jinwu tribe did not care about it. After calling the two men to meet the so-called gods, they let Chang Heng wander around the tribe alone.

The Jinwu tribe is a small tribe, even a little smaller than the Xiongling tribe. The number of people is 30,000, and only a few thousand middle-aged men can fight. Their clothes are also very simple, wrapped in animal skins. Except for some women's skins, which are more wrapped around most of their bodies, the others are just like the two men, simply wrapped in a piece of skin around their waist. It's a piece of clothes.

But their altar is larger than that of the Xiongling tribe, round, 50 feet in diameter and three stories high. Obviously, the altar has been around for a long time, and many of the blue stones on it have been damaged, revealing a simple and desolate atmosphere. In the center of the altar stands the Zuwu Zhurong family. However, Chang Heng always feels that the altar is a little strange and seems to lack something.

An old man sat under Zhu Rong's statue. The old man was old, his face was wrinkled, his hair was thin, and his eyes were dim. Obviously, his life was about to reach the end. Time is like a knife. As long as the strength does not reach a certain stage, whether it is a witch or a demon, it will inevitably eventually fall.

"It's a very bitter place, mainly because the surrounding environment is not good and there is a lack of food." Chang Heng walked around the Jinwu tribe and had a general understanding of the strength of the Jinwu tribe. Generally speaking, this is a once glorious tribe, otherwise it would not be possible to build such a large altar. However, for some reason, I moved here, and due to the harsh surrounding environment and insufficient food, I was unable to support more people.

"Young man, where did you come from?" When Chang Heng looked around the situation of the Jinwu tribe, the old man sitting under the statue of Zhu Rong looked at Chang Heng with dim eyes and greeted Chang Heng.

Chang Heng is not surprised why the old man knows that he is not from the Jinwu tribe, and there is no doubt about the ability of a witch. He came to the altar, put his hands in his hands, and bowed slightly: "I am from the Xiongling tribe. I accidentally came here. I'm sorry to bother you. Please forgive me."

Seeing that Chang Heng was so polite, the old man opened his mouth and lacked most of his teeth. He laughed a few times and said, "Xiongling tribe? That should be far away. I've never heard of this tribe.

Chang Heng drew a gesture and said, "Well, it should be far away. I was transmitted through the space."

Hearing that Chang Heng was transmitted by someone who broke the space, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and then extinguished. He sighed: "Breaking the space for transmission should be done by a powerful predecessor. The strength of that predecessor must have reached an unpredictable level."

Chang Heng remembered that Zhu Rongyang said that the Sun tribe had 30,000 witch and ghost warriors and nodded. Such a strong tribe, the strongest witch elder in the tribe should be around Wuzhujing. Wu Zhujing is equivalent to the demon fairy of the demon clan, and it is just a flick thing to break the space.

"At the beginning, our tribe also had such predecessors." The old man shocked Chang Heng with a word, "This senior's methods are perfect, and the broken space is just a trivial matter. It's just a pity that future generations are unworthy and gradually decline to this point.

There are sighs between words.

"Jinwu, Sun, Chang Heng connects the two. If the Jinwu tribe has indeed had such a strong man, then ten * Jinwu tribes are renamed by the Sun tribe."

Chang Heng thought in his heart that Zhu Rongyang sent him here and affirmed that the descendants of the Sun Tribe were here, so he asked, "Senior, what are the tribes nearby?"

"Other tribes?" The old man pondered, "It is comparable to the strength of our Jinwu tribe. There is the Daze tribe in the southwest and the Duxu tribe in the northwest. Their ancestral witches are Gonggong and Dijiang respectively. There are more than a dozen tribes. The number of people is no less than us, but there is no altar, and the strength is not as strong as the three of us.

For the Osawa tribe and the Duxu tribe, Chang Heng secretly wrote down these two names and thought about the opportunity to visit their tribe. However, it should not be a big problem. Their ancestral witches are Gonggong and Dijiang respectively, not Zhu Rong, who sacrificed by the Sun tribe.

and so on, Gonggong, Dijiang, Zhu Rong, Chang Heng remembered that the three statues that appeared on the incomplete altar when Zhu Rongzhiyang inherited him at the altar were exactly these three ancestral witches. Is it... Chang Heng had a guess in his heart.

"These dozen tribes, hey, it is said that they used to be vassals of our Jinwu tribe. Taking advantage of the weakness of our Jinwu tribe, they split hundreds of years ago and in turn competed with us for resources, a group of white-eyed wolves." The old man's tone was very uneasy.

The old man's words confirmed Chang Heng's speculation that this was indeed the place where the Sun tribe fled. I'm afraid those tribes were all tribes that defected to the Sun tribe at the beginning. Later, the tribes attacked the Sun tribe at the same time. The Sun tribe was defeated and was forced to escape and hide here. Naturally, it is impossible to deter these tribes without strong strength, so they all split up and become a tribe of their own. The Sun tribe also changed its name to the Jinwu tribe and lurked.

I have a general understanding of the situation here, and Chang Heng thanked the old man. The old man sighed and seemed to think of the glory and current decline of the Jinwu tribe. His whole breath was low. He closed his eyes, waved his hand, and Chang Heng left by himself.

Leaving the altar, Chang Heng found an empty place in the Jinwu tribe and sat down cross-legged to check his body. Since he accepted the altar inheritance, he has not checked the impact of inheritance on himself.

In the large and small meridians in the body, the witch power flows. These witches are fiery red, mixed with dots of blue and white. Wuli flows along the meridians. Every week, Chang Heng feels that a lot of energy around him is integrated into the body, and Wu Li increases a little.

Chang Heng briefly calculated that his strength was still in the early stage of Wuwu Realm and had not been promoted. He was inevitably a little disappointed. When he was about to withdraw, he suddenly found that there was a difference in the sea of knowledge. When the divine consciousness rose to the sea of knowledge, he was immediately stunned by the changes.

In the center of the sea, a slightly small and exquisite altar exuding a wild atmosphere is suspended quietly without a sound. The altar is five colors, which are red, yellow, black and cyan, and the five colors are evenly distributed in fan shape. On the altar, there are three ancestral witches, namely Zhu Rong, Gonggong and Dijiang.

Chang Heng was secretly surprised. He thought that the so-called altar inheritance was just to pass on some skills and witchcraft to improve his strength, but he didn't know that the other party actually passed on the altar together. This altar was built by the Sun Tribe, which gathered all the power of the fall and raided countless surrounding tribes. It was an anti-sky altar that could sacrifice twelve ancestral witches at the same time, and actually fell into his hands.