As for the relationship between Linglong and the Black Stone Tribe, these ordinary tribesmen don’t know.

This place seems to be a world of its own, isolated from the Huo Dynasty.

"Is there any way to find out Linglong's life experience?" Nie Feng asked.

"I don't know either. Maybe if you ask the omniscient high priest, you might know the answer."

"Where is the high priest?"

After hearing Nie Feng's question, the tribesman pointed his hand in one direction, "It's right there."

Nie Feng looked over and saw what looked like an altar, standing halfway up the mountain.

At this time, Nangong Yu had already been sent to a room to rest.

At this time, Linglong had leaned over slightly, her body a little nervous. Nie Feng glanced at her, and saw a faint light falling on her face, as if it was reflected, with a touch of tenderness.

"In that case, let's go there!"

After saying these words, he slowly walked towards the altar on the mountainside.

Linglong smiled and followed.

As they went deeper, they saw more and more tribesmen.

From the relatively large road they were walking on, branch paths continued to extend to the side, like a big tree spreading its branches and leaves. Looking from a distance, Nie Feng and his wife saw that the road under their feet was directly towards the

The altar in the distance extends in the direction, so it saves you the trouble of asking questions.

However, as they gradually went deeper, more and more tribesmen noticed their behavior, and whispers began to rise and fall around them.

After about half a cup of tea, they reached the foot of the tall mountain of the altar.

Then, they stopped, not because they hesitated, but because the tribesmen stationed at the foot of the mountain stopped them.
Chapter completed!