Chapter 2927

He rushed out of the door with the youth, and saw many people in similar clothes running towards the front with all kinds of primitive weapons in hand.

Qin Huan was led by the youth and ran with him.

Looking around, Qin Huan found that they seemed to be in a rather primitive and shabby village.

At a glance, we can see that the village is very barren and poor, and most of the houses are low grass houses.

Most of the villagers are even barefoot, and a few are straw sandals made of straw.

And they were basically as yellow and skinny as the young people holding Qin Huan, but most of them could see that the skeleton was very tall. Adults, both men and women, were almost ten feet tall, even the occasional child like villagers were seven or eight feet.

This made Qin Huan think of the Jiang tribe and the people in Anping town.

Of course, this is the second. The most important thing is that all the villagers, men, women, young and old, have three eyes like Qin Huan and young people. Obviously, they all have a special blood lineage.

"Sanmu? What kind of race is this?"

The reality of this illusion is no less than those he has entered before. It is obviously not so simple to get rid of it.

Qin Huan's thoughts flew around and collected all the clues in front of him.

If the magic eye really pulled him into this illusion, it must not be without reason.

These people have three eyes, three eyes... What does it have to do with the magic eye?

Qin Huan went from the four stars to the devil's land, and he had seen countless races. Not to mention three eyes, there were 10000 compound eyes, but almost all of them were heterogeneous races like gold and cattle, which still retained the characteristics of the original race after they were transformed.

Qin Huan could not remember that he was human but had three races. Even among the ancient books he had seen, he did not seem to have seen them.

"Those damn barbarians always want to rob us of water. We must make them look good this time."

The young man holding Qin Huan shouted.

Qin Huan suddenly reacted.

The words they used were also the words of their ancestors.

These days, he was in the Jiang tribe. The people of the Jiang tribe used the words of their ancestors. Qin Huan was used to talking with them in the words of their ancestors. At this time, he didn't react at the first time.

"It seems that this dreamland is mostly a very ancient period, or even a wild period."

Qin Huan thought to himself.

Ancestral writing is the first generation of writing between heaven and earth. The Jiang tribe inherited from the chaotic period and experienced the wild period until now. It seems that it has always been in the heaven and earth behind the bronze gate, so it has always used ancestral writing.

The people of the Sanmu tribe also use ancestral characters, which must be an extremely ancient race.

At present, Qin Huan could not find a clue to break away from the illusion, and could not use his own strength. Qin Huan simply followed the young people and rushed out of the village with the villagers.

The villagers' destination is a spring several miles away from the village.

Qin Huan also judged some information from the shouting and the surrounding environment he saw along the way.

Sanmu village is located in a seemingly barren mountain. The only water source around is the spring several miles away from the village.

The barbarians living in the wilderness more than ten miles away often invade the water source, and many bloody struggles have taken place between the two sides.

Every time, the village will summon the young and middle-aged people of the whole village to fight back these barbarians to protect the water source.

"Jiye! What are you two doing here?"

Qin Huan looked around and saw that it was a tall, strong young man with three eyes, who was looking at them with disdain.

The young man beside Qin Huan seemed to hate the strong young man. Hearing the speech, he replied, "we're going to kill the barbarians. What's your opinion?"

The strong young man laughed at the speech: "don't overestimate your strength. You were beaten on the ground by barbarians last time and almost died. If my third uncle hadn't saved you, your life would have been lost."

He glanced at Qin Huan with disdain: "Ji, ye, you two waste people. You are the weakest peer in the village. You don't even inspire Zu Wen and have the least strength. Don't come out to humiliate the village."

Zuwen? Qin Huan's heart moved and he keenly caught the term.

Does it have anything to do with Shenwen?

Of course, what the strong young man said was also heard by him. When he looked around, he and the young man named ye were indeed the thinnest among the young people in other villages around.

They are even less than a foot tall, and their skeletons are much shorter than others.

Ye Wenyan's black face turned red: "Ji and I are not waste! Violence! I will prove it to you."

"Hum, I don't know how many times I've said it, but waste is waste."

The strong young man snorted with disdain, passed them directly and continued to run forward.

Ye swore at the back of Yan, then turned to Qin Huan and said, "Gee, we will not be worse than him in the future. Yan is a fool. He is nothing but strong."

Qin Huan answered casually and looked around.

This piece of heaven and earth seems to be surprisingly barren. Along the way, there are very few plants and trees.

A few miles away, the spring is located at the foot of a stone hill, gurgling out of the stone cracks and converging into a small pond at the foot of the stone hill.

The spring of this scale is very reluctantly supplied to a small village. No wonder barbarians and Sanmu village compete for water.

At the moment, blood has spread in this small pond.

More than a dozen young adults in Sanmu village are fighting desperately with nearly 100 savages dressed in animal skins.

They are all young and strong in the village who usually guard the water source here. They occasionally repel the barbarians. Seeing that there are many barbarians, they sent people back to the village for help.

At this moment, the villagers who arrived did not hesitate to join the battle.

"Damn beasts, I'll crush your heads!"

The one who rushed to the front was violent. Just listening to his angry drink, the whole man rushed into the barbarians.

With a huge bone knife in his hand, he raised his hand and directly split a tall barbarian in half.

Then, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he directly grabbed the head of a barbarian close to him, so he pinched his head and lifted it up.

"Roar!"

At the same time, a dazzling golden light and dense lines poured out of his body and spread all over his body.

Qin Huan's pupil contracted.

It's divine pattern.

"The color..." Qin Huan said subconsciously, "gilded blood???"