Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

"what!?"

Chen Qingzhou was shocked. Before, Li Changsheng was able to kill the fish monster Red Ray with just one shot, and the Li brothers were able to use swords and spears at will during the fight. It can be seen that the Jiuli tribe is very powerful. The strength of several tribes combined is probably no less than that of a Zhongzhou Xuanmen. Now, nine out of ten houses have been destroyed, which is really unbelievable.

Chen Qingzhou thought for a moment, "Ten Thousand Monsters?"

Li Changsheng nodded helplessly, "Yes, I don't know what happened last year, but there were endless monsters and demons in Thousand Demon Ridge. Not only were their numbers staggering, but there were also some rare monster kings and demons that were really hard to resist."

Chen Qingzhou was sweating coldly when he heard this. He nodded and said, "With the help of a powerful helper like the flower demon Pansy, it's not easy for you."

"Well," Li Changsheng's face immediately darkened as he thought of this, "If it weren't for the fights between the demon lords of the various states, restraining each other, the Jiuli tribe would have perished long ago."

Chen Qingzhou thought about it and asked the question in his heart, "Brother Li, please don't think I talk too much. Legend has it that thousands of years ago, the noble ancestor Chiyou, the god of war, was defeated by Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang and lost the world. The Jiuli people retreated to the southern barbarians, and coupled with internal fighting, they never recovered from it. Logically, you should hate the Zhongzhou people, right? But from your attitude, I don't seem to sense this hatred."

"Ugh……"

Li Changsheng sighed deeply, "When our ancestors were defeated, the tribes fled back to the South. Fortunately, the miasma blocked the way and the Yanhuang army could not come in, so the Jiuli tribe was able to survive. After a hundred years of recuperation, the first priority was naturally to march north again, but at that time our combat power was far inferior to that of Yanhuang, and the tribes were leaderless and unwilling to submit to each other, which gradually led to internal strife."

Chen Qingzhou nodded, "The external enemies are strong and the internal friction is serious. If this continues, I'm afraid we will never be able to compete for the Central Plains again."

Li Changsheng said: "Yes, this is reality. As for the resolution of hatred in the heart, you also know it."

Chen Qingzhou looked back at the statue, "Linjiangxian."

"That's right," Li Changsheng said, "Linjiangxian is most likely from Zhongzhou. He gave Jiuli a second life, like a rebirth, so gradually, the tribesmen let go of their hatred and no longer wanted to invade and plunder. They only wanted to protect the Nanman land. Although it is hard here, it is our homeland after all. It is worth a thousand gold, and there are tens of thousands of people who need our protection. Now, for us, Qianmo Ridge is the biggest enemy."

Chen Qingzhou asked: "Apart from the Jiuli tribe, are there other people in the Southern Barbarians?"

"Of course," Li Changsheng spread his arms, "The Nanman land is so vast, how could we be the only ones there? But the Jiuli tribe is the strongest tribe, and the other residents are mostly ordinary people who don't know how to fight. Of course we have to protect them."

After hearing this, Chen Qingzhou felt relieved. At least his life would not be threatened. "Do you know the Demon Sword Nilong?"

"More than just knowing?" Li Changsheng frowned, "That is one of the three sacred objects of our Jiuli tribe! But it has been lost for many years."

"The three sacred objects?"

Chen Qingzhou was surprised and said: "It turns out that the Jiuli tribe still has many treasures!"

Thinking of this, a light bulb suddenly lit up in his head and he remembered the stone gourd in his arms. Baiyang Sword Master said that this Demon Refining Pot is also called the Jiuli Pot. Could it be the sacred object of the Jiuli clan?

Seeing Chen Qingzhou stunned and silent, Li Changsheng asked curiously, "Aren't you curious about what the other two holy objects are?"

Chen Qingzhou was startled and pretended to be exaggerated, "Ah? Oh, yes, where are the three sacred objects! The Nilong Sword is so powerful, the other two must be no less powerful. Brother Li, tell me quickly, what else do you have?"

Li Changsheng nodded, "The second item is the wine pot used by our ancestor Chi You. It has been with him for thousands of years, and he has cultivated it into a treasure. It is called the Jiuli Pot. It can not only refine magical medicines and refine demons, but also absorb all things in the world."

"cool!"

Chen Qingzhou thought to himself, as expected, and continued to pretend to be surprised.

"of course!"

Li Changsheng's tired face finally revealed a rare pride, "Back then, our ancestors used the Jiuli Pot to suppress all the monsters. The guys from the Thousand Demon Ridge didn't dare to come out and make trouble, so it was also called the Monster Refining Pot."

Chen Qingzhou touched his chest guiltily, "Then, then where is this demon refining pot now?"

Li Changsheng sighed, "After our ancestor passed away, the Jiuli Pot disappeared. Later, I heard that it seemed to have been taken away by the monsters. Sigh, now that the two sacred objects have become someone else's property, how can we not fall into decline..."

Seeing his sad expression, Chen Qingzhou comforted him gently, "Brother Li, don't be discouraged. Isn't there another holy object? It must be more powerful than those two, right?"

"you are right!"

Li Changsheng nodded and regained his spirit. The third sacred object was a sword called Chiyou Blood and Soul, which was made from the bones and blood of the ancestor who was a god of war. It was extremely powerful and only the Jiuli people with unparalleled fate could wield it. "

Chen Qingzhou's mind was moved. He had previously discussed the world's divine weapons with Xuanyuan Sword Emperor in Feiyi's old nest. He wanted to find a weapon that could rival Nilong. This Chiyou Blood and Soul sounded good, so he quickly asked, "Where is this barbarian sword now? It's not in your tribe, is it?"

Li Changsheng smiled bitterly and said, "If it was in our hands, would the flower demon still dare to be so presumptuous? To be honest, I'm afraid no one in the Jiuli tribe knows what the barbarian sword looks like and where it is now, because this is a story that has been passed down from generation to generation."

"what……"

Chen Qingzhou looked disappointed. He didn't expect this to happen.

"Legend has it that after the ancestor died, he was buried in the 'Emperor Hill' in the Southern Barbarian Blood Maple Forest, but he was unwilling to give in and his blood and bones were unwilling to be buried. After a strange phenomenon, his bones gradually turned into a white knife frame and his blood condensed into a blood amber blade. The two merged into one and finally became a blood-red and tiger-like barbarian sword!"

Chen Qingzhou's face was full of longing. He was a knife wielder, and it would be so cool to have a knife like this one!

"This legend sounds plausible, how come we can't find it?"

Li Changsheng said: "Then the Blood Soul Barbarian Blade flashed by and disappeared during the ancestral sacrificial ceremony. Thousands of years have passed, and now no one knows where the Barbarian Blade is, let alone the Blood Maple Forest and Emperor Hill."

Chen Qingzhou held his forehead and said helplessly: "It seems that you didn't save any of the holy objects!"

Li Changsheng also looked helpless, "Even if I had one, I wouldn't end up like this."

Chen Qingzhou thought to himself, "It turns out that this sword is just a vague legend. No wonder it is not mentioned in the Qingshan Divine Weapon Manual."

"By the way, Brother Li," Chen Qingzhou asked another question, "Before I came here, I heard something. Your high priest calculated that a great hero will emerge from the Jiuli tribe this year?"

Li Changsheng was a little surprised: "You know all this, yes, the high priest is a genius, and his predictions are always accurate. I hope this great hero can find our sacred object, lead the entire Jiuli tribe to defeat these evildoers, and retake Nanman."

Chen Qingzhou nodded at him, and suddenly thought of something, and said anxiously: "You are busy talking about your holy objects, where is my treasure!"