Chapter 339 Who Else Has an Opinion?

"Why are you calling us out?"

At the tribal meeting convened by Dai Min, the leader of a large tribe excitedly raised questions.

Although Damin had already explained the cause and effect, "going out" was his Nabahai tribe's obsession, not that of other tribes. In other words, it is the obsession of Dai Min, a person who has truly seen the outside world, but this obsession is also simultaneously projected into the will of all the people of the Nabahai tribe.

People who have never seen the outside can't imagine what a normal world is like, nor can they imagine what life is like without having to worry about hunger and monsters. On the contrary, the concept of "going out" is more like letting them take another gamble in a worldview full of crises and near-death. Not everyone is willing to bet, and there are many people who are content with the status quo - even this The current situation makes them miserable and precarious.

However, even if it is unimaginable, everyone has understood through generations of inheritance that "going out" is a greater way to survive, not to mention the existence of Dai Min, a "living god", whose appeal is not low.

Therefore, most people were just struggling to digest the surprising and frightening news brought by Dai Min. Even if they had doubts, they were not about "going out". Only this leader, whose tribe was almost as big as the Nabahai tribe, expressed his rejection so indiscriminately, and even tried to overpower Dai Min immediately.

"You said you can get out if you can? We have been trapped here for almost a thousand years! If we could get out, we would have gotten out long ago!"

The patriarch was so excited that he was a little abnormal. He waved his arms and said loudly: "And how could anyone come in! It's not like our ancestors have never tried using the puppet body! Which one succeeded!? That Rift Valley Company What’s the use of the puppets if they say they are from outside?”

The sinners mentioned by the clan leader are the disciples of the Sword Sect who led his followers to hunt down the Sword God after he betrayed the Sword Sect. The tribes in Beijiliuzhou also generally believe that it was the disciples of the Sword Sect who brought such evil. The living environment brought divine punishment. Therefore, people always call those monks "sinners".

Of course, according to the legends and stories passed down from generation to generation, those sinners have been killed long ago, but there will always be conspiracy theorists promoting some non-existent crises, and some people, out of the mentality of teaching children, promote what "god" The punished sinners will take away the disobedient children and eat them." As time goes by, it no longer matters whether those "sinners" really have survivors.

Dai Min's voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly by everyone present. He asked in a deep voice, "Are they those people? Can't I recognize them?"

Many people did not realize until this moment that the leader of the Nabahai tribe in front of them was not only the leader of a tribe, but also a monk with the highest cultivation level in existence and an "old god" who had survived before the disaster. ——Although his appearance looks no different from that of an ordinary middle-aged man.

The chiefs of other tribes couldn't help but argue: "Qitamu, your argument really doesn't make sense. Don't say that the Nabahai chief knows those people. Just say that if those sinners deceive us to get out, they are trying to What?"

The emotional leader was the leader of his Tamu tribe and had only been in office for less than half a year. He wore a robe that was more gorgeous than all the other clan leaders. The fabric colors and patterns were complicated and exquisite, and it seemed that they were obviously found from the ruins of the Sword Sect. The whole piece of fabric is also very generously cut, even a robe with wide sleeves - this is extremely rare in Tiangui Mountain where there is a lack of food and clothing. Even Dai Min wears a tunic with fur stitches and trousers.

But this should be a high-spirited outfit, but because he was a little afraid of Dai Min, he looked timid. He glanced at Dai Min, who had a calm expression, with some fear, but still said with a pinched neck: "Why don't you have any plans? By tricking us into killing us, can't we also take away the land and food? What's more, it's been a thousand years, maybe The old man has long forgotten! And there are so many people here! Besides, everyone has stayed here well, with food and clothing. They have been here for a thousand years. Now if he wants to go out, What if it’s worse than here? Then can we come back?”

As he spoke, he lowered his voice again and deliberately chanted at a moderate volume: "Who knows if he is tricking us into going to the blood sacrifice!"

These words were a bit serious, and the atmosphere around them suddenly became serious, and the other clan leaders did not even dare to breathe.

The two men from the Qitamu tribe who followed over tugged at the sleeves of their clan leader, extremely anxious.

After a long silence, Dai Min suddenly asked: "Is Moragon okay?"

Moragon is the old patriarch of his Tamu tribe. He has lived for more than three hundred years. Even though he is in his twilight years, he has not died.

This newly appointed patriarch is a great-grandson of Moragon. He is not too old, only in his fifties. He was promoted to the position when Moragon was declining mentally. The reason why Moragon pushed him up while he was still alive was probably to help him stabilize his position.

"My great-grandfather..."

The young clan leader was a little confused by Dai Min's question. After he stood up, he stumbled for a long time without saying anything.

An old man behind him coughed twice and answered for him: "Thank you Nabahai for your concern. The old patriarch is still strong and ate two more pancakes yesterday!"

"Well, it sounds like he is still energetic," Dai Min nodded slightly, "Then let Moragan work harder for a while and re-select the successor!"

"What——"

Without waiting for everyone to react, Dai Min waved his hand, his eyes suddenly turned golden, and three illusory golden swords appeared behind him!

The long swords made a clanging sound, echoing in the sky and earth, and then flew towards the leader of the Qitamu tribe!

"Ah!"

In the blink of an eye, there was only a scream, and the leader of the Qitamu tribe was nailed to the ground by three flying swords, without even a drop of blood.

His eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were about to pop out, as if he could not understand his fate at all, and his face was still twisted with confusion and fear.

Only his hands and feet were still twitching, as if he was making a final, unwilling struggle

"This, this, this, this..."

The old man Qitamu who had replied to Dai Min earlier was so frightened that he didn't know how to react. He kept saying "this" anxiously for a long time. He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask.

Dai Min no longer had the golden pupils he had just had. He just glanced at everyone and asked calmly, "Which other tribe has any objections?"