Return from the second dimension

Ten thousand miles away, in a new mining area, tribal monks gathered to occupy a desolate ancient river channel.

Just countless years ago, the raging river cut through the earth, leaving deep ravines and islands.

As the years passed, the raging river disappeared without a trace, leaving only the deep and meandering riverbed to dominate the land.

These monks from different tribes gathered and hid in the river channel, as if the dark, deep waters had reappeared.

Such a number of tribal monks, if they were to fight on a world level, would be like taking something from a bag.

However, in the Original Polar Realm, such a strong lineup of power still did not dare to act recklessly.

These raging tribal monks have long played the role of being oppressed, even though they received external support.

Even though they received external support, they were still weak, and many tribal monks secretly did not think it was possible to defeat the Lou Cheng monks.

Many tribal monks secretly didn't think it was possible to defeat the Building City monks, and neither did the tribal dignitaries, although they hated to destroy the Building City monks, they knew it was impossible.

They were content to occupy half of the mines and compete with the Building City monks.

The new mines that caused the strife were right in front of the tribal monks' eyes, and there were whirlpools after whirlpools in the river channel.

These deep whirlpools were the entrances to the new mines.

It was purely an accident that the new mine would be discovered.

A group of tribal monks, in the process of searching for treasure, unintentionally found traces that opened up the independent space formed by the crystal mine.

When the treasure was born, the ground was shaken and the vision was immediately perceived by the powerful monks, who then quickly came to investigate.

The peak gods and tribal dignitaries discovered the crystal mine at the same time, and conducted a preliminary investigation.

As a result, in the process of exploring, they encountered the powerful Zun Zun level remnant monsters, which attacked the exploring monks madly.

After discovering that the situation was not right, the monks decisively withdrew, and then kept facing each other at the entrance.

Under the guardianship of the tribal dignitaries, the monks entered the space where the crystal mine was located.

Noble-level monks did not enter it to prevent attacks from powerful monsters.

If it was a low-level monk who entered, monsters of His Holiness' level would not appear, but if His Holiness had entered, they would have formed in a flash.

When that happens, not only would His Holiness be unlucky, but the low-level monks might also be wiped out.

Therefore, the final decision was to send a super-strong person to lead the team into the mine, and the tribal dignitaries would be responsible for guarding the exit.

If they encountered the Lou Cheng monks at the mine, they would have to fight, and if they wanted to survive, they would have to rely on their luck.

At the moment, on the side of the tribal monks, there were actually nine Noble Lords sitting in a menacing posture.

With the number of honored masters doubled, it was no wonder that they dared to take the initiative to start a dispute.

If you look at the Lou City monks' camp, there are only three honored lords sitting here, alone and without any followers.

If we were comparing the number of people in the camp, it would obviously be much inferior.

However, in the face of many powerful enemies, the three peak generals did not change their faces, and there was even a faint sarcasm in their eyes.

It was like three heavily armed generals facing nine lusty peasants with no fear at all.

The disparity in status and the undisguised sarcasm made the tribal dignitaries on the other side angry and annoyed.

The tribal dignitaries really couldn't understand, where did these damned building city monks get their pride and confidence from?

When facing the building city monks, they really felt odd, as if they were thieves.

"Damn!"

The Pillow Dweller cursed angrily with a gloomy expression, as if there was a pent-up anger in his heart that he could not release.

Now, as previously wished, with the help of other monastic organizations, he has the capital to fight against the building city monks.

But for some reason, there was always an indescribable sense of anxiety and torment in the heart of His Holiness the Dugu.

It was because the Building City Monks on the other side did not show the slightest bit of panic and confusion as he had expected.

They seemed to have anticipated the actions of the tribal monks, and acted as if it was really the case.

Even though there were only three of them, when facing the tribal monks, they had the feeling of being overwhelmed.

The three were the first to be attacked, and they were the first to be killed by the three abominable Lou Cheng cultivators.

But today's tribal alliance, he is not the one in power, and his words do not carry much weight?

If he acted rashly, even if he was kicked out of the alliance, it would not be impossible.

But he was unwilling, and still continued to encourage and persuade, hoping to start the war immediately.

"We have the advantage now, and if we attack in groups, we can definitely kill these three Lou Cheng cultivators!

As long as the operation succeeds, it will deal a serious blow to the strength of the Building City monks and greatly weaken them.

With our absolute advantage, we will have the opportunity to drive out the Building City Monks, or even eradicate them completely!"

When he said that, his face was filled with excitement, and his blood-red eyes were filled with anticipation.

He seemed to be standing on a victorious battlefield, where the building city monks had been killed and his tribe was back in control of the land.

All tribes, big and small, bowed down to him, and he was the undisputed hegemon.

Seeing the face of the boiling dupes, some monks sneered inwardly, not realizing that the other side was still obsessed with the old power.

Trying to become a hegemon again, he squeezed other tribes big and small.

Even if they defeated the building city monks, they would not be able to defeat the tribe of the boiling dupes.

In fact, there are still some tribal dignitaries who secretly thanked the Lou Cheng cultivators in their hearts for helping them get rid of the tribal oppression of Lord Boiling Dupu.

Hearing the complaints of the dupes, the white-clothed reverend in the team laughed lightly, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

"If they attacked rashly, they would probably fall into a trap.

The mine is no more than ten thousand miles away from the Lou City cultivators' camp, and it can be reached in an instant using a secret method.

The cunning of the Lou Cheng cultivators can be seen in the fact that it is impossible for them to let us attack while their companions choose to turn a blind eye.

Even if there are no ambushes or traps, are you sure that the nine noble masters alone will be able to kill the three Lou Cheng cultivators?"

When he heard the white lord's rhetorical question, he was slightly stunned, and the circumstances of the old battle floated in his mind.

At that time, the three masters of the tribe fought together against a Lou Cheng cultivator, thinking that they were sure to win.

After the actual fight, I realized that I had been too optimistic and that the Lou Cheng cultivator was far more powerful than I had imagined.

In the past, the Jiugu Priest had unparalleled strength and condensed a hundred rule seeds, but he was still no match for the Lou Cheng cultivator.

The two sides exchanged blows for only a few rounds, but two of the tribe's honored masters were directly killed and fell.

The two tribesman was so terrified that he thought he would be killed as well, but the Lou Cheng cultivator stopped there.

"Always leave some dogs to pick up the bones, with you here, you can still stop those self-centered guys, and avoid a lot of trouble."

The look in the eyes of that Lou City cultivator is something that the Boiling Dupes don't forget to this day, looking at him as if he were a mole in a molehill.

He looked at him as if he were a Gryllotal Gryllotal ant. He was extremely sad and angry, but there was nothing he could do about it, and the Lou Cheng cultivator's strength made him realize the gap between the two sides.

It was because of this consideration that the Honorable Bo Dugu left one life behind, as did several other tribal masters.

That battle back then made the tribal cultivators understand the strength of the Lou Cheng cultivators and know that they were no match for them.

After many years of endurance, the Lou Cheng cultivators also gradually reduced their edge, and unknowingly, the tribal cultivators gradually regained their vitality and confidence.

When the new mine appeared, the tribal masters eagerly jumped out, trying to show their teeth against the Lou Cheng cultivators again.

Now, as the white-clothed honored lord reminded them, the boiling dunghu was horrified, and the terrifying figure resurfaced.

"Impossible, he won't come back, because he has entered the core of the Chaos Monuments.

None of the monks who entered that area have come out alive!"

The Jiu Dupu Lord growled low, with a face full of reluctance, and finally kept his mouth shut.