monk family

Chapter 191 Who ate who?

The old chief shuddered.

Qi Yutian is their 130th and eighth chief!
The old chief became excited all of a sudden, with a respectful expression on his face: "The young one is the 220th chief in the tribe, who is your Excellency?"

After sighing for a while, the scholar said: "Time has passed, so long has passed. After me, the chief of the Meng tribe has been passed down to the second term of 210. I am old, old."

The old chief was taken aback.

The scholar's implication is that he is also the chief of the Meng tribe?And he was the eighth chief, if that was the case, wouldn't he have lived for thousands of years? !
The old chief's eyes suddenly widened.

Could it be that the treasure that the tribe said was this ancestor?
But since he is alive.

Why stay here?
Hesitation flashed in the old chief's eyes.

I don't know whether to meet each other.

Seeing this, the scholar smiled appreciatively and said: "That's right, that's right. Although my cultivation level is not high, I am cautious. Hey, it's hard to describe what happened to me!"

The scholar let out a long sigh.

He began to tell them his own story.

It is said that thousands of years ago, in order to exterminate a witch, they fought a bloody battle in this world for three months. Although they killed the witch in the end, he was also bound here by the witch with her last breath.

At that time, the Meng tribe tried their best.

It was also impossible to unseal the iron chain.

Before his death, the old priest left a prophecy that someone would come and unseat him after 900 years.

The old chief saw that the characters mentioned by the scholar were all matched with the genealogy, and each patriarch had passed on such a piece of information, that is, the establishment of their tribe seemed to exist to protect this place.

Obviously, it is exactly the same as what the scholar said.

And this year's variable is the sudden arrival of Xiuyuan's aunt!
It was somehow corresponding to the prophecy of the old priest.

The old chief gave a "bang" and knelt down to the scholar: "The unfilial son Qi Yuanming pays homage to the ancestor! I was too late to save you, and you have suffered all these years!"

"Good boy, this is fate, how can I blame you, get up quickly!"

The scholar's gaze directly skipped the old chief.

It fell on Fu Shiyi who lowered his head shortly after entering:

"This girl is obviously not from our tribe. Why did you bring her to the secret place of our tribe? Could this be the person you invited to unseal the iron chain?"

The old chief just wanted to shake his head.

But when he changed his mind, the inheritance of the tribe had passed into his hands, and it had already fallen into disrepair. If the ancestors knew that they even relied on outsiders to enter the secret hiding place, Long Yan would be furious.

The prophecy and the miracles witnessed by Fu Shiyi along the way flashed through his mind.

The words in his mouth turned around:

"Let me tell the ancestor that the tribal priest who came to the secret hiding place today is a divination. He said that there will be some surprises when he brings Miss Fu here this time, but can Miss Fu release the old ancestor?" Feng, the little one will never know."

The words of the old chief made the scholar narrow his eyes.

A wisp of faint devilish energy flashed away from him.

"Your surname is Fu?"

The scholar fixed his eyes on Fu Shiyi. Even though he was very restrained, Fu Shiyi still sensed the endless resentment from the bottom of his heart. She couldn't help but tremble in her heart, and responded softly:

"Yes, senior, junior is indeed surnamed Fu."

"Whoa!"

There was a sound of iron chains, and the scholar's elegant appearance was becoming surly little by little, as if a head of terror from the Land of Nine Nethers was about to rush out of his body.

"Jie Jie!"

A strange laugh sounded.

The scholar's face changed for a while, and the billowing devilish energy rose, causing the old chief to back away in fright: "Old ancestor, what's wrong with you?"

For a while.

Only then did the demonized scholar switch to a refined appearance. A lot of fine sweat oozes from his forehead. He looked at Fu Shiyi with a painful expression, and said with a smile on his face:
"It's okay, the seal that the witch planted on me broke out just now."

Hearing the words, the old chief said a few words of concern, but the scholar's gaze was always on Fu Shiyi:

"Miss Fu, can you raise your head and let the old man take a look? I think back then, the old man also had a friendship with a female cultivator surnamed Fu. I wonder if this little girl is a descendant of the ancients?"

The old chief's face brightened, and he looked at Fu Shiyi eagerly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it really was fate.At this moment, Fu Shishi was so nervous that he almost trembled.

In the sea of ​​consciousness space, Xiao Kong kept yelling "Hungry, eat".

And here except her and the old chief.

That left the scholar.

Xiaokong ate all the monsters. Obviously, this so-called ancestor of the Meng tribe was lying at all. Now that she said that she knew their ancestors of the Fu clan, she dared not look up.

"Miss Fu? Miss Fu?"

Seeing that Fu Shiyi seemed to be frozen, the old chief couldn't help calling out a few words softly.

Fu Shiyi had no choice but to raise his head slowly!

The moment the scholar and Fu Shiyi looked at each other, the murderous intent flashed in the eyes, and the breathing became heavy. After a long time, he said lightly:

"It seems that Miss Fu is the one who unsealed this old man."

The scholar finished speaking.

Hands shake.

The iron chain on his body trembled in an instant, and Fu Shiyi, who was standing in place, was instantly sucked towards him, and an invisible giant palm instantly grabbed Fu Shiyi's throat.

This scene happened too fast.

When the old chief came to his senses, a demonic aura rose from the scholar's body, and an image of a devil with four long horns appeared. The old chief took several steps back in fright:

"No ancestor, you are not the ancestor of our Mengbu! You are."

The old chief seemed to remember something, pointed at the monster, his eyes widened, but before he finished speaking, he was hit by the breath from the monster's mouth and nose.Then he collapsed to the ground, and his life and death are unknown.

"Jie Jie."

The monster let out a strange laugh, looked at Fu Shiyi who was gradually having difficulty breathing on its virtual palm, and said coldly:

"The surname is Fu, and they look a bit alike. It seems that she must be the descendant of that witch. Today, if you can't lift the old man's seal, then I will make you even a ghost!"

The monster gritted his teeth with hatred.

I can't wait to blow the bones of all the people surnamed Fu in the world to ashes immediately!

But the seal on his body can only be broken by someone surnamed Fu.

It seems that what the witch promised back then, she would set them free after 900 years. If it was true, this would send a descendant of their Fu family in.

"Jie Jie."

"If the witch hadn't thought that by imprisoning us and sealing us here for more than 9000 years, we would be able to correct our evil and return to righteousness. She actually sent someone to lift the seal for us. She is really naive!"

The monster sneered in his heart.

At the same time, he planned to kill all the two-legged beasts surnamed Fu in the Central South Cultivation Realm after the seal was lifted!

(End of this chapter)