Chapter 1512: Temple Statue

Yang Chen could tell that the elder of the Shadow Clan didn't like him, and he didn't expect everyone to have a good impression of him. Seeing the other party's invitation, he replied: "Yes, lead the way."

Although the shadow clan elder was reluctant, he had no choice but to lead the way.

Yang Chen came to the Shadow Clan in a hurry, and at this moment he began to carefully look at the Shadow Clan's gathering place. It was found that the general structure of this shadow clan is actually similar to that of humans. There is no special difference in houses or other buildings.

The only difference is that most of the shadow tribe's restrictions and so on seem to be related to shadows, so that the entire shadow city looks like a dark shadow city.

Yang Chen was walking in the Shadow Clan, and many Shadow Clan members cast their eyes on him. They were obviously curious and surprised about Yang Chen, a foreigner.

And some people who know the situation don't have a good impression of Yang Chen.

"The patriarch actually agreed. I really don't know what the patriarch was thinking."

"In order to open the secret realm, the clan leader and the great elder are willing to sacrifice our clan's precious skills..."

Yang Chen closed his eyes and rested his mind, ignored the comments in his ears, followed the elders of the Shadow Clan, and soon arrived in front of the temple.

"This is the temple of our Shadow Clan." said the Shadow Clan elder.

Yang Chen looked up and found that the temple was the tallest building in the City of Shadows. The top of it was pointed like a tower. The cranes were carving sacred statues. From the looks of it, he looked like an ancient human being. Apart from dressing up and Yang Chen Apart from the different humans Chen knows, there are no particularly big differences.

Yang Chen fell into deep thought. After his different experiences over the years, he found that his guess was probably correct. In this world, there were more than one place where he knew that there were humans.

While he was meditating, two shadow tribesmen suddenly walked out of the temple.

One of these two people, Yang Chen knew him, was the Great Elder Zangfeng, while the other one was extraordinary in appearance and handsome. Yang Chen could tell at a glance that he was probably the leader of the Shadow Clan.

As soon as Zangfeng saw Yang Chen, he smiled and did not dare to be disrespectful to Yang Chen anymore. He said, "Little friend Yang Chen, this is the leader of our Shadow Clan, Fang Heng!"

"Junior has met senior Fang Heng." Yang Chen said respectfully.

The last name of this shadow clan is actually similar to that of humans.

Fang Heng is much deeper than the other Shadow Tribe people. His temperament is full of peace and kindness, giving people a feeling of respect instead of anger.

But if you think he is a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch, then the vague aura released from his whole body has reached the level of demigod, even better than Zangfeng, and it is impossible to ignore.

"This Fang Heng, even if his strength is not as good as that of senior Tie Ying, it probably won't be much worse." Yang Chen said to himself.

Fang Heng looked at Yang Chen now and nodded with satisfaction: "Young people are scary. Little friend Yang Chen looks like he is only in his twenties. I didn't expect that he would reach the half-step spirit plate stage and have such achievements. It is indeed pure Breed human blood."

"What?"

"Only in his twenties!"

Many of the Shadow Tribe people watching were shocked, even Hong Yue, who thought she knew Yang Chen well enough.

In his twenties, he is still at the level of a child in the Shadow Clan. Most of them maintain their strength from the True Martial Realm to the Earth Martial Realm. Even those who reach the Tianwu Realm can be called peerless geniuses, let alone a semi-talented person like Yang Chen. It’s time for the spirit plate period.

She has been practicing for hundreds of years and has reached such a level that she is called a genius. However, when compared to Yang Chen, it really pales in comparison.

"The patriarch is not joking."

"The patriarch's eyes can see through other people's auras of time. How could he go wrong? Is this Yang Chen really that powerful?"

"It's incredible!"

Many people were shocked and surprised. Only Yang Chen remained calm, thinking about different issues from the others.

At first, he was surprised that Fang Heng could tell his age in this way, but it was not too difficult. Once he was strong enough to a certain level, he could find out the age of others if he had rare treasures, etc.

What he was wondering about was this group of people's perception of pure blood humans. It could be seen that in the eyes of these people, he was a pure blood human, so there shouldn't be much difference. He must be a pure blood human without a doubt.

But the problem is that in the eyes of these people, humans with pure bloodline seem to be ridiculously strong, which also makes them feel quite inferior when talking about themselves. However, in Yang Chen's understanding, the humans there are not necessarily any better than the Shadow Clan.

This made Yang Chen shake his head and was very puzzled. He only said: "Senior Fang Heng deserves the award."

"Haha, no reward, no reward. Speaking of which, little friend Yang Chen, my Shadow Clan has had some unhappiness with you along the way. As the leader of the clan, I would like to apologize to you. Next, we will discuss the main points straight to the point. Let’s do this, little friend Yang Chen, please!” Fang Heng was not a procrastinator, so he invited Yang Chen into the temple with a wave of his hand.

Lord Iron Eagle is in the Shadow City, observing the place at all times. Yang Chen is not afraid of his own safety and follows him into the temple.

When he entered the temple, Yang Chen sensed endless majesty.

The source of these majesties is the very ancient statues. The statues all look like human beings. These humans may be holding different treasures and appear to be fighting with others.

"These are our ancestors. Unfortunately, we have no chance to meet our ancestors. I guess humans with pure bloodline may not accept us." When Fang Heng said this, he smiled mockingly.

Yang Chen didn't say much. As the saying goes, too much words lead to mistakes. He asked directly: "According to the procedure, this junior must swear an oath in this temple."

"Little friend Yang Chen and I will swear an oath together. Just as we discussed at the beginning, we will swear that as long as little friend Yang Chen can help us open the secret realm, we will offer the treasures without fail. And little friend Yang Chen My friends must swear that they must shed blood to help us open the secret realm." Fang Heng explained.

Yang Chen nodded: "Junior understands."

Fang Heng was much more open-minded: "In that case, let me make the oath first, so that little friend Yang Chen can understand the wonders of our Shadow Tribe's temple."

When he finished speaking, Fang Heng squeezed his hand, and a drop of blood was peeled out from between his thumbs. The blood instantly poured out and merged into a statue in the center of the church.

Fang Heng quickly swore: "Fang Heng, the future generation, swears in front of our great ancestors that if little friend Yang Chen opens a secret realm for our clan, our clan will agree to it and offer the clan's precious skills, and we will also agree to Tie Ying's request." The lord, give him the Cang Cang flower as a reward."