The land of the Mingjiao tribe. This place is located in the center of the Black Water Marsh. It is said that this place was not originally called the Black Water Marsh, but the Black Water Plain. It was not until the Mingjiao tribe migrated here that it rained all year round, and gradually became like this. There are pavilions and towers on the water marsh. If the buildings were not too large, it would make people feel that they were in the south of the Yangtze River. The Mingjiao tribe is a cultural monster that has studied in Zhongshenzhou, and they are different from those mud-legged people. Today, the tribe is very lively. The entire Black Water Marsh, and the water tribes that are related to the Mingjiao tribe, have gathered here, because today is the Mingjiao tribe's monster selection meeting to compete for the divine jade. As everyone knows, the Mingjiao tribe is the owner of the Black Water Marsh, and only this tribe has the qualification to go to the Hanging Temple. There is a buffet by the lake. The water tribes from all over the country are toasting each other at the banquet, and the monsters are noisy, which seems to be very lively. It can be seen that there are crabs walking sideways, shrimps with shrimp heads on their heads, clams sitting in shells, and...
A foreign dragon that rides on a human? This Ming Jiao tribe member is actually sitting on the shoulders of a human! And his transformation is also very accurate, with only a few features on his body. "Where will my parents be?" Murong Xiao looked around curiously. "All our clansmen are sitting in the inner seats." Wu Dameng pointed to the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The Ming Jiao tribe members, as well as some powerful monsters, are all seated in the pavilion near the center of the lake. Those little monsters who are just watching the fun are sitting on the periphery. When the few people passed by, they attracted many curious eyes from the monsters and heard a lot of discussions. "Boss Shrimp, why didn't you bring your son this time?" "Don't mention it. My son was taken away by a bird on the way here with me. Now I am the only one left in my tribe." "Ah, those birds are really bullying the monsters!" "Who let the Dapeng tribe take away the divine jade from the sky last time? It may not fall into the hands of our water tribe this time." "What do you mean?" "Don't you know that the Qingluan tribe has a goddess?" ...... The Qingluan goddess..... Li Mo was relieved, but his thoughts were wandering. He couldn't help but imagine Bingtuozi with wings on his back, soaring in the sky, with clear eyes. When he looked over, her frosty jade face revealed a touch of tenderness. She extended a white hand to him and took him to the sky...
She will definitely go to the Hanging Temple. "Brother Li." Huang Donglai spoke, interrupting Li Mo's thoughts. "Hmm?" "You almost pulled my hair off." "... Sorry, Brother Huang, I will make it up to you later." Li Mo coughed lightly. They arrived at the inner seat without any obstacles, and all they saw were the Ming Jiao tribe, and many fierce and powerful monsters. Among the monsters, these few people were not very eye-catching. Murong Xiao's eyes have been searching among the monsters, but he has not found his parents for the time being. "This is Wu Mo, who returned to our tribe from outside the southern border, Brother Mo." Wu Dameng introduced to several familiar tribesmen. "Oh? There are other tribesmen outside the southern border?" "Then the one next to it..." "Oh, that's Brother Mo's mount." "Hiss! So fierce?" Several Ming Jiaos were surprised and immediately complimented him. Then they ate and drank and chatted. "Have you heard about the goddess of the Qingluan tribe?" "It is said that she not only has the pure blood of the Qingluan, but also has the blood of the Divine Phoenix?" "It should be true. Even the young chief of the Xiangliu tribe suffered a great loss at her hands and had his head chopped off." "Ah? The Tianjiao in our tribe is not as good as the young chief of Xiangliu." The pure road Jiaos at the same table expressed their concerns about the future of the Ming Jiao tribe. After all, whether it is Dapeng or Qingluan, all bird tribes do not like the Ming Jiao tribe. "Brother Mo, what do you think?" Wu Dameng couldn't help asking. "I don't just watch." "???" "How can I just watch? I have to take action. I don't think she has the power to resist." Li Mo said calmly. "Brother Mo is so bold that he wants to compete with the Qingluan goddess?"
The Jiaos present couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, making the humid air a little drier. This is more than just a competition. Listen, you still want to make it difficult for the Qingluan Goddess to resist! Is this the courage of the fierce dragon crossing the river? I don’t know whether it is self-confidence or arrogance... "Hmph, you don’t know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is." ×2 In a seat not far away, there was a gloomy young man with three heads who faintly exuded a fishy smell. He snorted coldly when he heard the words. From the fact that he only has two heads left, you can see his identity. The Xiangliu clan. Among the ranks of disaster beasts, Xiangliu is far more famous than Mingjiao, and the individual is much stronger. However, it is extremely difficult for Xiangliu to give birth to offspring. It has always been a single lineage, and the number of clans is rare. Otherwise, it is still unknown who has the final say in this Black Water Marsh. "You still let the Qingluan Goddess have no power to resist?" "He doesn't understand how terrifying she is!" The two heads of the young man, one with a gloomy expression, and the other with a burning anger. "Young Master, this is the Ming Jiao tribe's territory." The shrimp-headed attendant beside him quickly advised: "When he sees your true body and magical powers later, he will naturally know how weak he is." The two-headed youth snorted coldly. At the same time. Not far away, Murong Xiao's eyes were determined. The elders of the Ming Jiao tribe came out amid the congratulations of many water tribes. Among them was a man and a woman. The woman had dragon horns on her head. Apart from that, she looked like an ordinary lady from a human family. The man next to her had a long beard and a handsome demeanor. His face was 70% similar to Murong Xiao. The elders of the Ming Jiao tribe all sat in front of the stone platform under the stage. "....." Li Mo had the illusion of watching the judges of a talent show enter the stage. Soon, he found that this was not an illusion. The woman walked on the water and walked to the center of the lake. She said loudly:
"We, the Black Water Marsh water tribe, have always been of the same blood. I'm sure you all have some guesses about why we gathered everyone here this time." "That's right, we are going to select five water tribe members who are the best in terms of bloodline and strength to go to the Hanging Temple." "This is not only for our Ming Jiao tribe, but also for the entire Black Water Marsh!" "It is our duty to revive the glory of the Black Water Marsh!" "Even if you are just a plain demon, you will have the opportunity to win glory for the water tribe in this audition!" Huo—— The demons were in an uproar, and each of them was very excited and enthusiastic. This means that they may all go to the Hanging Temple. "..." Student Li felt that his impression of the Ming Jiao tribe was overturned a little. Where is the terrible disaster beast? Before, when I heard that Murong Xiao's parents were persecuted, I thought it was because of the unjust love between humans and demons, but it turned out that they were urged to have a second child. He had heard that the Ming Jiao tribe had a complicated situation in order to select candidates for the Hanging Temple. He thought there was something fishy going on, fighting openly and secretly. The whole time was a talent show? ! Did he judge the demon tribe by the human race? "Brother Li, this is actually normal." "Hmm?" "Think about it, the demons are inherently stronger than humans. If they were more cunning, would they be driven to the southern border?" "... Makes sense." Li Mo nodded, but still had some questions. "Why is it called an open audition?" "Because if you go downstream from the main stream of this lake, that is the South China Sea. Brother Mo, don't you know?" Wu Dameng explained, looking at Li Mo with sympathy. Brother Mo, who has left the tribe, is really pitiful. He has never even seen the sea.