Chapter 1191 The Current Situation of the Luoshen Clan

"Luo Tianxing, Luo Tianhe?"

"According to your seniority, you should be the third generation of the Luoshen clan. How many clansmen are there today? Are there still many clansmen alive from the ancient times?"

Luo Shen didn't know the two of them, but based on their surnames and seniority, she could guess that the oldest clan member of the emperor generation was no more than 3 years old when she left, and now they have become the pillars of the clan.

After hearing Luo Shen's words, a trace of sadness flashed in their eyes, and they were silent for a long time before speaking.

"The two of us are already the highest-ranking people in the clan, and we are also the ones with the highest cultivation level. Although the Luo Shen clan has more than 300 million people today, the cultivation level of the clan leader is only that of a god. Except for the eight worshiping elders, we are the only two gods. Emperor, most of the remaining tribesmen basically died in despair in their cultivation.

The core skills of the Luoshen clan are extremely unique. They gain the power of laws by visualizing the Luo River. However, after the departure of the Luoshen, the gods took control of the original form of the Luo River and suppressed the power of the Luo River. After so many years, the original form was like a galaxy. The Luohe River has now turned into a river.

Without Luo He's blessing, their cultivation progress will decline. The younger generations will have no accurate reference. No matter how talented they are, they will slowly fade away as they grow older.

In this regard, it is not that the Luoshen clan has not thought of a solution. The previous clan leader even sent a group of geniuses out to worship the major sects. However, before the central universe appeared, the entire universe was under the rule of the gods. With Tuoba Mingyue, The ban was issued, and no sect dared to accept anyone from the Luoshen clan.

Those carefully selected geniuses were also used as slaves by him, and now they have disappeared.

In addition to restricting the cultivation of the Luo Shen clan, every ten years, the clan's traditional Chinese medicine worships three thousand pairs of young girls to serve as slaves in the Tianzhi Pavilion. However, the god of corruption and confusion in charge of this place uses the permission to collect an additional thousand pairs for supply. They line their own pockets.

Even if the population of the Luoshen clan continues to increase, they still have to endure life and death in this way. What parent would want their children to become slaves?

Therefore, people in the clan often defected, and the leader of the Luoshen clan turned a blind eye to this, and sometimes even let it go intentionally.

However, someone has to make up for the lack of quota. Therefore, people can only be drawn from the master's family. In this way, some talented people of the Luo God Clan take the initiative to become slaves for the sake of justice. Over a long period of time, the entire Luo God Clan is declining every day.

For the sake of fairness, the main family always uses the form of drawing lots. No matter who it is, as long as they reach the appropriate age, they will not be exempted from the draw. Even the descendants of the clan leader will not be exempted.

Following Luo Tianhe's steps into the mansion, through the space passage, a huge city appeared in front of Cao Xiaochun. Through the words of the two people, he also understood how miserable the Luo Shen clan was living today.

"Tuoba Mingyue, how dare you do this!"

Luo Shen had an evil look on his face. He didn't expect that after he left, the treatment of the Luo Shen tribe would be reduced to this. The entire tribe was like livestock in captivity. No matter who they were, their fate was waiting to be slaughtered!

What's even more outrageous is that Tuoba Mingyue actually cut off the Luo Shen clan's cultivation path!

"In two days, it will be the day to make offerings. Most of the tribesmen know this rule, so not many people have chosen to run away in the past hundred years. After all, if someone leaves, it means that there are tribesmen who will suffer for them."

"But who can tell this kind of thing clearly? This time, seven people ran away, and the quota of these seven people was taken by the master's family. But this time, the first genius of our clan in thousands of years was drawn. Luo Qinghuan.”

"Although this girl is a concubine, she has already reached the saint level at the age of nineteen. To be honest, we are reluctant to give up, but if this rule is broken, more riots will occur."

"Today, all the top leaders of the Luo Shen Clan are here to discuss how to deal with this matter."

"Tianxing and I are also thinking that if it doesn't work out, let Qing Huan leave. When the time comes, I'll be looking for a clan member to take over."

Speaking of this, Luo Tianhe's tone was a little choked. He was a person who survived from the ancient times, and now as the highest ancestor of the Luo Shen clan, he should have protected his people and allowed them to live a stable life.

But think about what he and the fallen ancestors did after leaving Luo Shen. They sent their own people away with their own hands and knelt under the threat of the gods.

Sometimes, the two of them often think, how about fighting?

Even if they die, they don't have to suffer such a crime, but the entire Luo Shen clan, a total of 300 million people, if there is not even a god emperor in the clan, then their fate may be like the orcs sold on the streets, reduced to low status. livestock!

After hearing Luo Tianhe's words, Luo Shen clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms. These words were like steel needles dipped in salt, piercing his heart.

Seeing this, Cao Xiaochun sighed and said softly.

"Relax, don't let anger swallow up your reason, no matter what happened before, it should be over now..."

The four of them came to the main martial arts performance stage and saw that many people had gathered here. A middle-aged man looked down at the young man kneeling on the ground with a helpless expression.

The young man showed no fear at all in response to the gazes of the crowd, and his expression was tenacious. The girl next to the young man lowered her head and trembled. Obviously, all the conflicts on the field were caused by these two people.

"Why, why do you let Qing Huan go? Why do you decide other people's lives!"

The young man argued hard, but his words obviously failed to cause any commotion.

"Luo Feng. As a member of the Luoshen clan, I am very happy for you to say this, but as a young clan leader, you are not qualified at all!"

"Ask the chosen eight thousand people who are willing to become slaves and who are willing to do so!"

The leader of the Luoshen clan exhaled heavily and shouted.

"Child, this is a rule. No one wants to do this. But for the continuation of the clan, this is the only way to do it. If you hate me, then practice hard with this hatred until you have the ability to break all this."

As soon as these words came out, everyone on the field fell silent. Even Luo Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, had tears in his eyes at this moment.

Why didn't he know about this? Everyone was worried, but Luo Qinghuan still jumped into the sea of ​​fire, and he couldn't do it.

"Dad, if it doesn't work, just let me go, or we can rebel against them!"

"Such bullshit rules shouldn't exist long ago. Instead of living like an animal, it's better to fight to the death."

As soon as these words came out, the leader of the Luoshen clan closed his eyes in pain. Why didn't he want to do this?

But in life, there are always some things that you can't help yourself.

"Someone, take the young patriarch down."

The leader of the Luoshen clan gritted his teeth and said in pain.

"This kind of embarrassing thing will never happen again!"

Just as everyone was preparing to take Luo Feng away by force, a cold voice containing endless anger sounded.