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Later, the war god Huizilo Pochetli, the dark god Disktripoka and the demon god Trakhupan together overthrew the rule of the feathered snake god.

It is said that the Feathered Snake God issued a curse, then came to the beach, stepped on a raft made of snakes, and drifted to Trabalan. There is another saying that the Feathered Snake God took his followers to retreat into the denser jungle.

Master Wen Datian once visited the City of the Dead, and he was suspected to be Trabalan. Similarly, he also discovered the real fate of the Feather Snake God under the ruins of the Kapak City-state in modern time and space. Maybe this Kapak City-state and the Feather Snake God are still entangled.

In the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty, all this obviously had not happened yet. Therefore, Master Wen was quite interested in everything this little man said.

"The white-skinned people are all devils!" The little man gritted his teeth and cursed.

Master Wen shrugged. He didn't think he was white-skinned, he was an Ome ghost beast.

But Li Gui thought so. He was still a little complacent about his skin that was different from the natives of the rain forest. However, Master Wen was standing next to him with a smile, and he couldn't beat people, so he had to be angry.

"Tell me, what's going on with those white people? And why do you run away when you see us? You don't even want the newly built tribe?" Wen Fei asked with a smile.

No matter how stupid this little man is, he can hear something different now. He wonders: "You are not those white people, am I talking about that white demon tribe?"

After pausing, without waiting for Wen Fei to answer, he said, "Yes, you definitely aren't. We have moved so far. How could we meet that White Demon Tribe again?"

"You moved here to avoid the White Demon Tribe? No wonder there is less than a year." Wen Fei smiled and said, "Tell me everything you know and I will let you go. And you will allow you to settle here. I am the most powerful king here and the god here. As long as your tribe surrenders to me and regards me as a god, I will protect you!"

Such a large tribe, so many elderly, weak, women and children, can provide a lot of incense and willpower. It is much stronger than the tribes with dozens or hundreds of people everywhere in the rainforest. After all, the population of the entire Fuyuan City is only 20,000 to 30,000 people. At most one-tenth of the population can be drawn to fight. The proportion of agricultural civilization that can mobilize is much smaller than that of nomadic people.

"I am a descendant of the ancestor god Atawu, and I will never believe in an evil god like you!" The little man didn't appreciate it.

It made Master Wen Datian laugh and cry. What kind of ancestor god Atawu? Such a small tribe is already amazing to be able to worship an ancestor spirit!

With a light stretch, the blood on the little man's body accelerated and then it boiled. It seemed as if a fire was added to his body, and his whole body became hot.

The sweat on the whole body flowed out like rain. Even in such hot days, you can see the rush of sweat turning into steam. The skin on the whole body is more like a big red prawn, which is amazingly red.

A huge shadow appeared faintly on his boiling and extremely fiery red skin, and he could vaguely see a spider with a fang-flapping claws.

The spider shadow seemed extremely afraid when he saw Wen Fei, and kept shrinking and trembling. Even his body was shrinking, and in a blink of an eye, he was only the size of a ping-pong ball.

"Is this your ancestor god?" Wen Fei stretched out his palm and put the shadow of the spider in his palm: "Then you no longer have the blood of the ancestor god!"

The little man screamed, "Devil, what did you do to me? All of our spots are descendants of the Spider Ancestor God..."

Wen Fei was playing with such a spider's shadow, pitiful, this spider's shadow, who was so fierce that he seemed to be dead in Master Wen's palm, and he didn't dare to move.

When this little man saw it, he felt even more heartbroken. Even their ancestor god was so afraid of the white demon in front of him?

In their myth, all of their spot tribes were born by the ancestor god. In the rain forest, there are countless spot tribes who regard the ancestor god as their totem.

According to legend, their ancestor gods were extremely powerful and gave them the terrifying poison to deal with their enemies.

But the White Demon tribe was even stronger. Their gods seemed to have defeated their ancestor gods. Dozens of the Spot tribes were destroyed by the White Demon, so their Red Spot tribes only went through two rainy seasons in a row and avoided the White Demon's range from far away.

Confidence is so far away that they will never encounter those terrifying white demons again, but every time they think of it, in just a few months, they met the white demons again. Although it seems that these white demons and the white demons they have encountered before are not a family.

But these white demons were even more terrifying. They even forced out the power of the ancestor god on him, and even played with it in their hands like toys.

Is it really like it is in the legend? These white demons are tribes that come down from the clouds, so no one on our land can beat them? At this moment, the little man was filled with despair.

"Hey, the people in your tribe actually value you very much, and they came back to save you!" Wen Fei smiled casually.

The little man opened his eyes from despair, but saw nothing. Wen Fei smiled and said, "They are still a few miles away, and it will take at least a few minutes for you to see!"

Hearing Wen Fei say this, the little man felt more like the Sanjiu weather was poured from the bottom of his feet by a bucket of cold water, although he would never know what Sanjiu weather was.

He wanted to shout loudly, asking his fellow tribe not to come to save him. There were demons here, and they would die if they came. But there was no way. Now his tribe members are still far away, and even if they screamed, no one would hear them.

The little man's hair was about to stand up and he shouted, "What are you going to do?"

"I said that as long as your tribe is willing to surrender to me and worship me as a god, I will protect you. Otherwise..."

Before Wen Fei finished speaking, through the dense branches and leaves of the trees, he could already see canoes and rafts floating over, and the figures of the spotted tribes had already appeared on it.

"Okay!" The little man gritted his teeth and looked at the spider shadow that was playing in Master Wen's hand. Most of the people who could survive in this dangerous rain forest were pragmatists. They would not easily die for those illusory things.

If the White Demon Tribe hadn't been too crazy and had no way to survive, they wouldn't have refused to surrender.

"I am the patriarch of the Red Spot Clan, and I can persuade them to surrender. Don't do it!" The little man looked at the warriors in Fuyuan City who were ready to take action and said in a hurry.

Master Wen was not surprised by this statement. It was normal. He knew that this little man was an important figure, otherwise the warriors of the Red Spot would not have escaped and came to save him again.

The most important thing is the power on him. Don’t look at such a small spider shadow, which is not eye-catching in the hands of Master Wen, and he randomly pinchs the circle and flatten. But this is part of the power of a powerful existence.

It would never be normal for an ordinary person to have such power protection. Even a large tribe with a population of thousands like the Red Spot tribe, there would not be too many people with such power, at most one or two.

"Great God, did you let him go like that?" Nan Shi asked a little strangely as he looked at Master Wen letting the little man go and asking him to negotiate.

Wen Fei shrugged: "Even if you run away, there will be no loss, right?" Anyway, the entire Red Spot Clan seems to be like this in the people who are used to countless big scenes by Master Wen, who is used to countless big scenes.

However, the little man seemed to be a little convinced of his promise, and actually persuaded his subordinates, put down his weapons and walked over. This made Wen Fei even look up high. It seemed that this little man had a very high prestige among his tribe members.

The warriors in Fuyuan City blocked their way and prevented these Red Spots from easily approaching their gods, with their eyes a little unfriendly.

Perhaps in the eyes of Master Wen Da, Fuyuan City is also an extremely simple initial civilization, but in Fuyuan City people, they have stone buildings and can make pottery, and have a city-state with 50,000 or 60,000 people. They have developed into a overlord. They can definitely look down on these barbarians who are still hunting and gathering in front of them, wearing animal skins.

They naturally have psychological advantages in the face of these Red Spots. But now their gods actually want to give these red-skinned little men to worship, and not to make them slaves to worship. This makes the warriors in Fuyuan City a little dissatisfied.

Of course, this dissatisfaction is just a dare to target these small men's red skin, but he does not dare to target Master Wen Da Tian.

"Let them come here!" Wen Fei said lightly, but with unparalleled majesty, the warriors in Fuyuan City had to make way out indignantly.

The little man came over with his tribe members and said to Wen Fei: "This is the warriors in my tribe. They have surrendered now!"

Wen Fei nodded and said, "I allow you to continue living here and divide the surrounding one hundred miles into your hunting grounds. But you must worship me, and you must worship my god or totem pole in the clan!"

Wen Fei's words made these Red Spot tribe members feel uproar, and even the patriarch couldn't suppress it.

"Quiet..." Master Wen's voice sounded in each of them, shocking them to the point of falling and staggering.

Master Wen Da Tian stretched out one hand, and there was a spider the size of a table tennis ball in his palm.
Chapter completed!