Liang Yan was filled with shock and doubt, and hurriedly withdrew his consciousness, but he was full of curiosity about the mysterious existence underground.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the rules of Langhuan Continent that did not allow earth escape.

Could it be because of this mysterious existence?

Shennong Mountain controls all of this, so it must know what is hidden in the ground beneath its feet. There is also the mysterious girl Qingqing next to her. Since she can get out from here, it must not be easy...

Liang Yan's thoughts were swirling in his mind, but the Earth Spirit Conference below was about to reach its climax.

There was a strange noise from the deep black hole, as if someone was whispering below. Not long after, a stone pillar emerged from the black hole.

Seeing this stone pillar, the faces of the Baisheng clan monks showed expressions of piety and excitement, even the clan leader who had reached the Tongxuan realm was no exception.

The white-haired old patriarch, regardless of his identity, knelt down on the altar and bowed to the rising totem...

Under his leadership, all the Baisheng clan members knelt down on the ground, some kowtowed, and some kissed the ground.

"Thank you, Mother Earth, for giving my clan magical powers and techniques!"

"Thank you, Mother Earth, for giving my clan magical powers and techniques!"

In the valley, there was a uniform voice, and it was not difficult to hear that these Baisheng monks were sincerely grateful and full of awe for the so-called "Mother of the Earth".

About ten breaths ago, the totem had completely emerged from the depths of the ground. It was about a hundred feet high, and it was covered with dense patterns and various weird runes.

"Is this the tribal totem?"

Liang Yan looked down and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had broken into the scripture collection room of the cultivation sect and was secretly reading other people's scriptures...

I have long heard of the name of tribal totems. The various magical powers and techniques of the Langhuan tribes are all learned from such totems.

Liang Yan had a strong interest in his heart, lowered his head and looked at it intently, trying to understand one or two spells from the runes on the totem.

However, time passed little by little. I don’t know how long it took. Liang Yan suddenly came back to his senses, but there was a trace of confusion on his face. "Strange!"

Just now, he was concentrating on understanding and found that the runes and pictures on the totem were very mysterious. But when he carefully observed the deduction, these runes became chaotic and flashed in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

When I came back to my senses, I actually didn’t remember any of them.

Liang Yan couldn't figure out why, so he calmed down on the top of the mountain and looked at the totem in the valley again.

This time, he didn't observe too much, he just stared at one of the runes, trying to figure out some mystery.

But things went against expectations. The runes on the totem seemed to have rejected Liang Yan. No matter how he watched and deduced, he still didn't understand it at all.

At this moment, Liang Yan felt a little dazed.

He has always been very confident in his own understanding, but now so many people can understand magical powers and techniques from totems, but he can't? "That's not right!"

Liang Yan suddenly woke up and turned to look at the three people beside him.

Qingqing had no interest in totems and was lying on the edge of the cliff, watching the Earth Spirit Conference below like a curious child.

However, Li Banbing and Gu Xingyun were both attentive, staring at the totem below, looking a little intoxicated, as if they had understood something.

"They can do it, but I can't... If you want to understand the totem, do you have to be a local monk in Langhuan Continent?"

This is the only explanation Liang Yan can think of, and it is also the biggest difference between him and the two.

Thinking of this, Liang Yan turned his attention to the valley below.

At this moment, more than three monks from the Baisheng clan have begun to understand the runes on the totem.

Some of them were meditating hard and seemed to be still in the process of understanding; some were smiling happily and seemed to have realized some magical power.

Liang Yan practiced "Eight Parts of Yanyuan" and his five senses and six senses were extremely sharp. He just glanced below and keenly caught something wrong.

The next moment, he concentrated his spiritual power on his eyes and looked down attentively.

I saw more than 3,000 people below, whether they had realized supernatural powers or were meditating hard, there was a vague haze coming out of their bodies.

These hazes were very strange. Instead of floating upward into the air, they slowly sank and finally disappeared into the soil. "This is..." Liang Yan's pupils shrank slightly.

The haze was vague and ethereal, not like spiritual power or essence, but it was indeed emitted from the bodies of the monks of the Baisheng tribe after they understood the totem.

Now, all these hazes are fed back to the earth beneath our feet.

In other words, the Earth Spirit Conference is not as simple as it seems...
Chapter completed!