The old chief was shocked.

Qi Yutian is their 138th chief!

The old chief became excited all of a sudden, with a respectful look on his face: "I am the 220th chief of the tribe. I wonder who you are?"

After sighing for a while, the scholar said: "Time flies, so much time has passed. After me, the position of chief of the Meng tribe has been passed down for 212 times. I am old, I am old."

The old chief was stunned for a moment.

The scholar’s ​​implication is that he is also the chief of the Meng tribe? And he is also the eighth chief. If this is true, wouldn’t he have lived for thousands of years?!

The old chief's eyes suddenly widened.

Could it be that the treasure mentioned by the tribe is this ancestor?

But since he is alive.

Why are you trapped here?

Hesitation flashed in the old chief's eyes.

I don’t know if I want to meet each other.

Seeing this, the scholar smiled appreciatively and said: "Yes, yes, although my cultivation level is not high, I am cautious. Alas, it is difficult to describe my affairs!"

The scholar sighed deeply.

Then he began to tell them his story.

It is said that thousands of years ago, they fought bloody battles in this area for three months in order to eliminate a witch. Although they finally killed the witch, the witch also used her last breath to bind him here.<

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At that time, the Meng tribe exhausted all their methods.

There is no way to unseal the iron rope.

Before his death, the old priest left a prophecy that in nine thousand and nine hundred years, someone will come and unblock him.

The characters mentioned by the old chief when he met the scholar all matched up with the family tree, and every clan leader also passed down a piece of information, that is, their tribe seemed to be founded to protect this place.

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

The big change this year is the sudden arrival of Xiuyuan’s aunt!

It corresponds to the old priest's prophecy.

The old chief made a "bang" sound and knelt down in front of the scholar: "Unfilial son Qi Yuanming pays homage to our ancestors! I waited too late for help to arrive, and I have made you suffer all these years!"

"Good boy, this is fate. How can I blame you? Get up quickly!"

The scholar's gaze directly passed over 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 our tribe's secret place? Could this be the person you invited to unseal the iron rope?"

The old chief just wanted to shake his head.

But then his mind changed, and the tribe inheritance was in his hands, and it was already in disgrace. If the ancestor knew that they even relied on outsiders to enter the secret place, Long Yan would be furious.

The prophecy flashed through his mind, as well as the miracles Fu Shiyi witnessed along the way.

The words in his mouth were spinning:

"I'm telling you, ancestor, the tribal priest who came to the secret place today made a divination, saying that if he brings Miss Fu here this time, there will be something unexpected. But can Miss Fu be able to unravel the secret for the ancestor?"

Feng, the smaller one is unknown."

The old chief's words made the scholar narrow his eyes.

A faint wisp of evil energy flashed from his body.

"Your surname is Fu?"

The scholar's eyes were fixed on Fu Shiyi. Even though he was very restrained, the endless resentment from the bottom of her heart still made Fu Shiyi feel it. She couldn't help but trembled in her heart and responded softly: <

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

"Wow!"

There was a sound of iron ropes, and the scholar's elegant appearance was gradually becoming surly, as if the great terror of the Nine Netherlands was about to rush out of his body.

"Jie Jie!"

A strange laugh sounded.

The scholar's face suddenly changed, and the demonic energy rose up, making the old chief in front of him frightened and backed away: "Ancestor, what's wrong with you?"

For a while.

The demonized scholar switched to his elegant appearance again. A lot of sweat oozed from his forehead. He looked at Fu Shiyi with a painful expression and said with a smile:

"It's okay, the seal planted on my body by the witch just broke out."

When the old chief heard this, he expressed some concern, but the scholar's eyes always fell on Fu Shiyi:

"Miss Fu, could you please raise your head and let me have a look? I think back then, I also had a relationship with a female nun named Fu. I wonder if this little girl is a descendant of the ancients?"

The old chief's face lit up and he looked at Fu Shiyi eagerly. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was indeed fate. Fu Shiyi was so nervous that he was almost trembling at this time.

In the consciousness sea space, Xiao Kong kept shouting "Hungry, eat".

But here except her and the old chief.

This is the only scholar left.

What Xiao Kong ate was all weird monsters. It was obvious that this so-called ancestor of the Meng tribe was simply lying. Now that he claimed to recognize their ancestors of the Fu family, how could she dare to raise her head?

"Miss Fu? Miss Fu?"

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

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

The moment the scholar and Fu Shiyi's eyes met, murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and his breathing became heavy. After a long time, he said lightly:

"It seems that this Miss Fu is the one who released me from the seal."

The scholar has finished speaking.

His hands shook.

The iron rope on his body suddenly shook with a "clatter", and Fu Shiyi, who was standing there, was instantly sucked in by it, and an invisible giant hand instantly grabbed Fu Shiyi's throat.

This scene happened too fast.

When the old chief reacted, the demonic aura rose up from the scholar's body, and the image of a demon with four horns appeared. The old chief was so frightened that he stepped back several steps:

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

The old chief seemed to have remembered something. He pointed at the monster and his eyes widened. But before he could finish speaking, he was hit by the breath exhaled from the monster's mouth and nose. Then he fainted and fell to the ground, his life and death unknown.

"Jie Jie."

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

"My surname is Fu, and I look somewhat similar. It seems that I must be a descendant of that witch. Today, if you can't remove me from the seal, then I will make you unable to become a ghost!"

The monster is so angry that it itches its teeth.

I wish I could immediately crush the bones of all those with the surname Fu in the world!

But the seal on him can only be broken by someone named Fu.

It seems that the witch promised that she would free them in nine thousand nine hundred years. If it is true, then she will send a descendant of their Fu family in.

"Jie Jie."

"If the witch hadn't thought that by locking us up and sealing us here for more than nine thousand years, we could change our ways, she would actually send someone to lift the seal for us. How naive she is!"

The monster sneered in his heart.
Chapter completed!