Enter the Immortal Cultivation

[About Chapter 6, it will be fine if you clear the cache and watch it again QAQ]

Creatures like the Chan tribe look a bit like tailless monkeys at first glance. Like humans, they also have four limbs, a head and a torso, but no tail. Their torsos are covered with clothing, their limbs are exposed, and they have very thick hair compared to humans, but it is very short.

However, the most obvious difference between them and the Chinese creatures is that there is no difference between the upper and lower limbs. This is a phenomenon that is almost non-existent among chordates. Most of the monks in Tianlingling can distinguish the forelimbs or hindlimbs of an animal just by relying on its skeleton. But there is no difference between their upper and lower limbs. The joints are extremely flexible and can twist in any direction.

As we walked in and looked closer, these little creatures of the Chan tribe became even more strange. Their size is slightly smaller than that of humans, similar to some large and medium-sized apes. Their heads look slightly larger and have no necks. The entire head seems to be embedded between the two upper limbs. Their two eyes are focused on the front, there is no bridge of nose, and the four nostrils are lined up on the head. Inside the two pairs of ears, the one set backward is slightly longer, while the top of the pair of ears standing forward is thicker. With red fluff.

Due to the existence of sagittal ridges, the faces of the Chan people always look angry. However, their faces, which are somewhat human-like but very different from human races, cleverly avoid the "uncanny valley" effect and only make people feel...a little cute?

Under the leadership of Xue Bufan, several human monks walked to the foot of the largest tree in the dense forest. An old Chen tribe member was hanging there by his mandible—a posture that would be considered suicide for a human tribe. This made several human monks waver for a moment, thinking that they had seen a primitive, bloody and barbaric sacrifice. If it weren't for the powerful elixir aura of the hanging old man, some of them would even have the urge to save Chu.

The old man’s face is densely wrinkled and his hair is lighter—a universal sign of aging in a creature without an exoskeleton. He was wearing red clothes, and the hem of the clothes was longer than his whole body, and it looked like the feathers of a bird. His "hind limbs" hold something similar to a scepter, lying horizontally, while his forelimbs form a complex seal on his chest. There are seven fingers at the end of each limb of the Chen tribe, and each finger is very long, longer than that of the human race. Such a complex seal cannot be formed by humans. In the four directions under him, there were four piles of spices burning slowly.

The green smoke slowly rose up to the old man's body, and then seemed to be stirred by the invisible wind, forming a complex structure around the old man.

Xue Bufan blew out a few complex nasal sounds at the old Chen clan. To human ears, this sounds like "Huh huh huh" or something like that. However, the changes in this nasal sound are more complicated.

However, Chen Feng and the others "understood" this sentence.

And strangely, they understood the meaning of this sentence first, and then remembered the corresponding explanation of this sentence in the human language.

"Dear leader, this is my friend."

——Is this the language of the Chen people?

——The Chen language in our memory was engraved by the Dragon Clan predecessors and has no connection with other memories. So we can understand the Chen language, but we still don’t know how to convert the Chen language into the human language?

This is rare in normal language learning. Chen Feng also has some research on memory. The principle of Wang Qi's divine plague spell to delete memory also comes from him.

The old Chen laughed loudly: "Welcome, children of the patron saint."

"Children of the patron saint" - this is the identity arranged for them by the Dragon Clan.

"They are the children of the patron saint, playing in the human world. When they are in the human world, they cannot use much power. If you have any requests, you can tell them at will. If the request itself is not excessive, they will definitely help you. "

This is the will sent down by Tianyi's three seals in the form of "dream".

"This is all of us." Xue Bufan said.

"Distinguished guests, I hope you can find something that makes you happy on the land of the Chen tribe." The old man raised the scepter in his hand, shook it gently, and kept the form of the seal on his upper limbs: "'The Knot of Heaven and Earth' 'O you, give joy to the children of your patron saint!"

Although they look primitive, the Chen people do know some methods of transmitting sounds over thousands of miles, and they know how to use magic to strengthen their voices. The old man's voice spread throughout the dense forest.

As a result, the entire Chan tribe was excited and started a grand celebration. Men, women, old and children began to get busy. You Chan began to arrange the venue, You Chan brought out drinks that can only be enjoyed during festivals, and You Chan gathered firewood to make a fire.

When they saw the last point, the two Xuanxingguan disciples breathed a sigh of relief. They were probably the people who had the least idea of ​​"primitive civilization", and just now they were worried about whether this tailless monkey-like monster could make fire.

This is not nonsense, because this universe is so weird. It is indeed possible for a strong person to directly master the power of the true sun - nuclear fusion without knowing how to make fire. It is not unimaginable to be in the elixir-forming stage when one cannot make fire and can drink blood from his hair.

But Chen Feng, Xue Bufan and other people who were involved in "civilization" and "soul" saw more.

Some of the Nan offered pottery jars with ancient patterns. The Nan threw the rich spices in these jars into the fire, and in an instant, thick smoke billowed. At this time, the old man's hand... or the scepter held in his lower limbs hooked a knot on the tree. Then, he gently hooked it and untied a slipknot. At this time, a wonderful phenomenon occurred. The ropes of the entire dense forest seemed to be connected as a whole, twisted together in a complex topological structure. With his hook, the open space where many human monks were located underwent earth-shaking changes. The surrounding branches gave way under the traction of the ropes, and the branches above gathered towards the center, as if forming a huge open vault structure. Under the guidance of the wind, the thick smoke gathered in one place, and the fragrant substances continued to spread with the thermal motion of the molecules.

Other human monks who came a few days ago were also surrounded by the enthusiastic Nan.

This was a grand welcome banquet.

Chen Feng looked at the old man and shook his head: "Not really..."

"There is no Shinto breath, but there is a little bit of unrefined human power... Well, it's not even primitive totem worship."

Although these guys have primitive religions, they have not given birth to Shinto practices.

Could it be that Shinto and sects do not always exist at the same time? How can a sect without a Shinto system grant divine power? How to guarantee faith?

At this time, he sighed. It was right to come out. Only after seeing more things can you think of more questions.

A field cannot lack questions! For Jinfa Xiandao, "questions" are "vitality".

At this time, the banquet has begun. The old man in the lead said: "Children of the guardian god, please eat in your own way!"

Everyone sat down one after another. And those Nan people seemed to have no concept of "sitting". When they eat, they seem to like to stretch their hind legs and grab the horizontal branches. However, due to the body structure that is very different from the creatures of Shenzhou, they are not hanging upside down like bats, but hanging on the tree with their heads up.

Several members of the Nan tribe rushed into the area covered by the thick smoke of spices, and then rushed out holding large green waxy leaves. That seemed to be their food. However, half of the people in Shenzhou felt nauseous after seeing it. Those smoked things were all insects. Unlike the insects in Shenzhou, most of the arthropods in Tiannan have eight pairs of legs. Some creatures that looked like larvae or pupae looked much fatter than those in Shenzhou. The Nan tribe brought rich sauces and sprinkled them on the smoked insects, and then served them to many cultivators of the human race.

Zhu Jiamei and Ye Moli were the first to change their faces. Most of the cultivators here are disciples of Tianlingling. They have come into contact with many creatures and are no longer surprised. But they were born in Xuanxing Temple. On the other hand, they are also the most "professional".

"What should we do in this situation... Senior Brother?"

"According to the rules, we must follow the local customs... Eat..."

"There are fruits over there..."

"Ah, then..."

"I advise you not to touch the fruits here." Xue Bufan, who arrived two days earlier, shook his head: "The plants here are generally rich in a special long-chain sugar, and we humans do not have the digestive enzyme to break down this long-chain sugar. Unless you are willing to destroy the molecular structure of those long-chain sugars, you will not taste the sweetness. As for other ingredients besides sugar... you will not find them delicious after tasting them. On the contrary, the life essence in the animals here is easy to digest and absorb."

"This..." Everyone looked at each other, and finally had to pick up the insect with difficulty.

Chen Feng threw something that looked like a pupa into his mouth. He found that this thing was unexpectedly good, with soft meat and a lot of juice. Although the plant spices of Tianrui made him feel that the taste was strange, there was a different kind of deliciousness in it.

Gongsun Dang and Yueluo Liuli had no scruples and ate every kind of food they could try.

Digestive enzymes, to put it bluntly, are also a kind of life source. And all life sources are generated in cells. After the blood root is transcribed twice, the spiritual resonance in it is combined with foreign polypeptides, and then folded through special organelles to form various life sources.

After the dragon clan uses the shapeshifting magic, it can also produce any enzyme. They can digest any organic matter.

Even plastic is no problem - as long as they have seen it.

Cheerful and loud singing and slightly noisy but uplifting music sounded from every corner of the dense forest.

They are singing about themselves.

"Ah, Lula Ling, the knot of heaven and earth

Your skills make the gods happy

Your wisdom makes the earth happy

Your hands tie the knot of all things..." (To be continued ~^~)