Talisman Emperor
Chapter 685 Place of Exile
It's thundering!
The surging waves were black and muddy like raging and roaring dragons, and they let out a rumble that was like the sound of thunder. The stone was launched into the sky as a fierce wave hit the riverbank, and it was extremely dangerous.
An eagle bone that had an extremely terrifying appearance flew past the river bank, and it was crushed by the huge wave that suddenly rose, causing it to fall into the river and vanish in the blink of an eye.
This river is very dangerous. The water was muddy and extremely violent, causing all living beings to not dare to approach it.
However, at this moment, there was a black figure floating in the middle of the river like a duck hovering aimlessly, and when one looked carefully, it turned out to be the figure of a person!
His entire body was drenched, his skin was broken, and his split flesh was washed by the river water to a very pale point. The color of blood could not be seen from him at all, and he vaguely revealed pieces of shattered bones. There was practically not a single piece intact in his entire body, and the wound was extremely heavy.
Chen Xi did not expect at all that after the small cauldron tore open space and fled with him, it would truly become an extremely fast and ferocious river waiting for him. He had absolutely no time to make a reaction before he was washed away by the river, and he was like a piece of rotten wood that flowed randomly without any control.
Not only that, he was struck many times by rocks along the way, and his heavy and broken body from the start was on the verge of collapse. Even his internal organs were injured from the violent shock.
Right now, his entire body was filled with holes and covered in wounds. The veins within his body were damaged while his Blackhole World had been shattered into nothingness. His entire body was like a broken cotton ball, and his vitality had dried up, making him lack strength of even more than a finger!
Will I ... die? But I ... don't want to go!
Chen Xi tried to open her eyes with all her might, but she noticed that even her eyelids were so heavy and impossible to open. His consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes hazy, and he was like a person who was on the verge of death and it seemed like he would die in the next moment.
Bang out!
In the next moment, his head immediately collided with a rock. The intense pain felt as if it had entered his heart, and then his vision turned black as he fell unconscious.
…
“Xiao Yan, be careful. This river of Hell is too fast, don't get too close. "
"Uncle Meng Wei, you don't have to worry, I'll be fine."
“Haha, you little girl. Your desire to excel is even stronger than the little people in the clan. ”
"Hehe, Uncle Meng Wei, I will be the number one figure in the tribe, so I am naturally not afraid of anything!"
This was a secluded place that was neighboring with a large black river. It was covered with stones of all shapes and sizes, completely barren, and extremely poor. Even the weather here is dark and humid.
The sky seemed to be formed from a thick layer of ash, causing the light source to be blocked. It caused this entire place to be covered in a dark gray color, and it was completely impossible to see the sunlight here.
From a distance, a large and small figure approached this huge river.
The large figure was a determined middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a wide forehead. He was wearing a simple beast skin that exposed muscles as hard as stone, and he was holding a pitch-black, low-quality bow made from beast horns.
Next to the determined middle-aged man was a young girl with soft jet-black hair hanging loosely on her shoulders, and her large eyes were clear and bright. He was also wearing a savage beast skin outfit, and he revealed a pair of slender and white arms and legs.
Even though she was wearing a rough beast skin outfit, it was still impossible to hide the young girl's beauty and cuteness, and her young face revealed a series of stubborn wildness.
The young girl was carrying a wooden barrel that was even taller than her, but it did not seem to feel heavy at all. He looked very relaxed as he walked by the river before crouching down to fetch some water.
"Xiao Yan, let me do it." The resolute middle-aged man, Meng Wei, swept across the swift and fierce river with his gaze, and a wisp of worry appeared in his eyes.
"no need. The Grandfather said that I should take care of my own affairs. ”Xiao Yan shook his head in a stern manner.
Meng Wei sighed in her heart. Xiao Yan was a child raised by the Priest alone, and he had been sensible and intelligent since a young age. On the other hand, the Lord Priest was sick now, and he almost died.
This little girl Xiao Yan had heard from someone that if the waters of the Hell River were used to boil medicine, he could extend one's lifespan and restore one's vitality. From that day onward, he would come to the River of Hell to fetch water every day to boil medicine for the Priest.
Unfortunately, the little girl would never know that Priest was not sick, but had been seriously injured by someone. The priest suffered a deadly injury, and he could only live for a few more days.
“Uncle Meng Wei, look, quick! There! Looks like there's someone! ”Just at this moment, Xiao Yan suddenly shouted in shock, and he gasped to wake Meng Wei who was thinking hard.
His gaze focused as he quickly swept his gaze into the middle of the river. Sure enough, he saw a figure floating in the river like a piece of rotten wood.
…
When they returned once again to the group, there was another figure on Meng Wei's back.
Even though they were young, they all had strong figures and strong physiques, and even though they only wore ferocious beast skin clothing, it was still impossible to hide the heroic spirit they were unleashing.
Moreover, they moved very quickly like trained soldiers. Some make fire and cook, some stand guard, some weapons are repaired, some are trained …. None of them play.
A person should be living at their age, but they are doing things that adults should be doing now, and they are not revealing the slightest bit of impatience. It was amazing what they experienced to allow them to be so reasonable and obedient.
On the other hand, there were only 10 plus adults in the group. They were all very capable with gazes that showed a cold, fierce, and alert sheen as they guarded the surroundings and looked far away at the beast-skin tent in the middle of the camp.
The animal skin tent was filled with a thick smell of medicine. The air inside was smoky and extremely stinging, and there was an old man lying on a soft and tattered animal skin in the middle.
The bone of this old man was thick and large, yet he was extremely thin, as if he was just a bone covered in skin. His face and hands were covered in wrinkles that were like a ravine, and his gaze was dim and muddy, making him appear extremely old.
"How long can the food last?" The old man spoke in a low and hoarse voice that was even accompanied by a wave of panting breaths, and it made others very worried that he would inhale his last breath in the next moment.
"Priest, Chieftain Meng Wei and I have hunted many bone eagles along the way, and coupled with our current diet, it can roughly last for a month," A young woman spoke with great respect. Her figure was tall and slender with stunning curves, and her jet-black hair was tied into ponytails to reveal an icy cold and beautiful appearance. Moreover, his tone and expression revealed an immediate feeling.
"Annex? It was too small .. "The old man sighed deeply as a wisp of worry appeared in his muddy eyes. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice once again. "How many people are left?"
"13 babies, 76 youths, and 9 clan guards" the young woman replied.
"The other three guards have died?" The worry in the old man's eyes became increasingly dense, and it caused the atmosphere inside the tent to become oppressive and low-key.
The young lady pursed her lips and did not know how to answer the old man because her heart also felt very heavy.
“You all have done well. These children are the hope of our clan. So what even if we sacrifice these people for their benefit? ”The old man muttered in a voice that revealed a deep sadness.
"Lord Priest, we …. Can we really get out of this place of seclusion? ”The young woman raised her head abruptly and looked at the old man in bed while revealing a rare blob of lost feeling.
"Mo Ya, do you still remember the prophecy written under the clan?" The old man asked in a low voice.
"Yes." Yeah." Mo Ya nodded, and it was unknown what she remembered, but her gaze changed once again and she did not lose any more.
"By the expectations of our clan, you and Meng Wei must live on. Take those kids out to see the world, where our Ancestors once lived. ”Wumps of memory appear on the wrinkled face of the old man.
"I'll definitely make it!" Mo Ya pursed her lips and bit her teeth tightly, and then she suddenly stared blankly as she said, "Master Priest, what about you? Could it be that you will not go with us? "
"Me?" The old man suddenly started laughing, and he revealed a blob of melancholy. “I have lived my whole life here and kept here all my life. In the end, I could only watch lazily as a calamity pierced through the seal and reappeared to the world. I ... ashamed to face our Ancestors! "
"Then ..." Mo Ya frowned and intended to say something. Right at this moment, the tent cover lifted open, and a tall and strapping middle-aged man walked in. It was Meng Wei.
"Lord Priest, I took this man by the side of the Hell River." Meng Wei spoke as she lightly put the person on her back to the ground, and her movements were gentle and careful.
It was because he was so worried that he would destroy this person if he used a little bit of strength. After all, the wounds of these people were too horrible, their skin and flesh were split open until their bones were exposed, and it was too horrible to see.
If not for him detecting that this person still carried a trace of vitality, he would have almost thought he would have saved a corpse.
"It's just a corpse, why waste your strength to bring it back?" Mo Ya swept the young man on the ground who did not move in the slightest, and he frowned as he spoke.
"He still has traces of vitality." Meng Wei explained in a low voice.
"River of Hell?" On the bed, the wrinkled old man's face showed a shock, and he suddenly struggled to get up before pointing towards the young man on the ground as he said anxiously.the voice, "Quickly tear off a piece of his clothes and let me see it."
Meng Wei did as she was told. Only now did he realize the clothes this young man was wearing were very strange, and it was completely different from the animal skin he was wearing. Her clothes were soft, delicate, and carried a strange trace of defensive power.
"As expected, this is a treasure that can only be obtained in the outside world!" The old man sized up the cloth in his hand before an indescribable wisp of excitement surged into his muddy eyes. "This outfit was refined from various spirit materials and had layer upon layer of formations attached on it. It should be called 'precious clothes'! "
Spirit materials? Valuable clothes?
Meng Wei and Mo Ya glanced at each other, and the two were confused. From generation to generation, their ancestors had lived in the pitch-black land. They used animal skins as clothing, the flesh of various ferocious monsters as food, and it was very difficult for them to imagine what spirit materials were and what precious clothes were.
But they could vaguely see from the priest's reaction that this young man who was lying on the ground like a corpse seemed to be?
"soon! No matter what, you have to save him and ask exactly how he arrived at the Ninth Hell which he said there was no way out! .