The sky is getting darker and gloomier, and night finally falls. It is a weather without dark clouds. The full moon, an extremely huge silver disk in the sky, shines downward all the time, covering the whole world with a light silvery white.
In the river valley, the barbarians who returned from hunting have settled down. After the Requiem and Zhantian songs, those barbarians whose family members died still have indelible sadness in their hearts, but the most painful moment has passed, and they can now look at it calmly. .
Such calmness may seem a little unkind, but that¡¯s how it is in this era.
Death is too common among barbarian tribes. The dead have passed away, but the living still have to live on and fight tenaciously against themselves, monsters, enemies, and the harsh environment.
The families of the fallen soldiers do not have to worry about survival issues in the tribe. As long as the tribe is alive and well, they only need to fulfill their obligations and they will receive the blessing and help of the tribe.
In this era when faced with harsh environments and in order to survive, barbarians rely on tribes to stick together. The so-called clan refers to a clan, and a clan is a family. Within the tribe, the relationship between people is far beyond that of modern people. imagination.
Entering the valley, the Wuxi clan welcomed them personally and arranged everything. Although several elite warriors died today, they received a pile of monster bones that could be used as metal weapons. The bones of the Wuxi clan and other warriors His face clearly showed joy.
These bones, carefully calculated, are used to make weapons such as sticks and spears. They can be used by nearly twenty warriors to change their weapons. Although a few people have died in the entire tribe, the strength is probably several times stronger than before. .
But this is just a hope in the heart. If you really want to turn these bones into weapons, it depends on the witch festival and the craftsmen in the clan.
In the valley, close to the mountain wall, there is a huge cave. The cave is dark and deep. Some simple pottery is hung on the wall, which contains oil boiled by monsters, supporting the raging flames on the pottery.
"As these flames burned one by one, the sparks bloomed with the image of the monster in life, imagining all kinds of ferocity and violence. As the flames burned, it seemed that they would choose people to devour them at any time, but they were bound in the pottery and could not come out.
These pottery are not simple. They are witchcraft refined by shamans. In such witchcraft, the flame burns not only oil, but also attracts other powers. When necessary, each pottery can be used once and for all. Unleash violent power.
In Wang Li's memory, the Wuxi tribe suffered a great disaster more than ten years ago and faced an almost invincible monster. They relied on the pottery pots on the wall to defeat the enemy. The power contained in each pottery pot was comparable to Modern technological weapons of mass destruction contain even more vicious power.
In addition to being used to kill enemies, the power in these clay pots can also be used as a fire source for refining weapons.
"Put the things here, you all should step aside first."
After walking through the corridor and walking into the cave, the interior became more and more spacious. Near the inner cave, Wang Li stopped and asked Chi Hu and others to put the bones of the monster aside, and then told them to step back.
Without any hesitation, Chihu and the others put down their things, glanced at the inner room of the cave in awe, and then quickly went there.
After dismissing the two of them, Wang Li adjusted his mind slightly and walked slowly into the cave. Judging from his movements, there was a hint of jumpiness and more of a calmness. The inner room of the cave was the residence of Wuxi Shanyi.
In the river valley, the mountain wind howled, blowing into the cave, swirling the sparks on the pots on both sides of the corridor, and even playing a monotonous and wonderful melody. Together with some simple murals on the walls, there is a wonderful feeling. artistic conception.
Walking into the inner room, Wang Li saw a familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of him.
The inner room is not big, with about seventy square meters of space. It is densely but orderly filled with all kinds of strange things, including the remains of monster beasts, blood, various medicines and fruits in the mountains and fields, and some strange stones.
These things are not the most precious things in the inner room. There are only two most precious things. One is placed next to Wuxi Shanyi, which is the skin of a monster. On the skin are the inheritance of witch sacrifices and the singing of barbarians. This is the power and history of the barbarians. It has been a long time since the witch priests passed it down orally and recorded it in animal skins.
In addition to this, there is another thing, placed in the center of the inner room, which is a simple and exquisite bronze cauldron.
In Wang Li¡¯s memory, the bronze in this world is not the same thing on earth. Although they seem to be the same, they are actually completely different things.
??And what¡¯s the difference? In the songs sung by the barbarians, the long sword in the hands of the Xuanyuan clan of the Yanhuang tribe was refined from the copper of Shou Mountain, and it had the power to split mountains and seas.
Xuanyuan swords are all made of bronzeIt can be seen what the bronze in this world is.
Entering the inner room, Wuxi Shanyi ignored Wang Li. He just lowered his head, holding a tortoise shell in both hands, and repeatedly grilled it on the demon fire lit by the clay pot under him, murmuring and singing inexplicably, as if Spell stuff.
The flames were blazing, and the tortoise shell crackled in the flames. On the tortoise shell, a crack slowly penetrated a mess of runes. The spread of the crack seemed to indicate something.
Wuxi Shanyi's eyes were fixed on the crack, his face full of solemnity and nervousness. Suddenly, his eyes became solemn, and his face suddenly changed. Then a crack that originally spread in an orderly manner suddenly separated countless branches and leaves, and the entire tortoise shell almost instantly It cracked open, then exploded into a cloud of powder.
Wuxi Shanyi was stunned for a moment, and his changed expression became more solemn.
The omen of the tortoise shell first showed the coming crisis, and then the cracks spread randomly and exploded into pieces. This phenomenon had never appeared in his memory and in the inheritance of witchcraft.
In the inheritance, if divination encounters obstruction and interference, there will be corresponding phenomena, but countless cracks will then explode, what is this?
He took a deep breath and easily suppressed his chaotic thoughts. He didn't care that there was another person in the cave. He took a piece of prepared tortoise shell from the side and placed it in the demon fire again for roasting.
There was a crackling sound, cracks slowly formed, and then began to spread.
It was just that the cracks were just beginning to spread, and then they fell apart and turned into countless cracks, and then exploded like grenades, causing a small shock wave to disperse in all directions.
"Turtle shell divination is really a wonderful witchcraft." Wang Li stood aside and watched the whole process. Wuxi Shanyi was very confused now. He didn't understand why the turtle shell behaved like this, but Wang Li knew better.
It¡¯s all just because the calamity of this side of the world has begun. Under the entanglement of infinite cause and effect, even the algorithm of the top existence in this side of the world is not so flexible, let alone his Wuxi Good Wings witchcraft?
The countless cracks in the tortoise shell represent billions of possibilities. There are billions of cracks, and it is impossible to return to the shell without cracking. The explosion of the tortoise shell is due to the collapse of the original power system in the tortoise shell used for divination, and then there is no sequence release.
Failed again, Wuxi Shanyi began to show a trace of confusion on his face. After a while, he suppressed the confusion, gathered his mood, and looked up at Wang Li.
"Yes, I went out for some experience, and I'm much more mature than before. People, if you don't go there and see the real side of the world, you won't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is. .¡±
He paused and looked at Wang Li carefully: "Okay, you have experienced so much today and it is already very late. Take a good rest and come back tomorrow."
"According to our bet, starting from tomorrow, you will put aside everything else and focus on my practice. Put aside all distracting thoughts and strive to complete the ritual as soon as possible and become a true witch ritual."
Wang Li did not answer, but nodded silently. Looking at him, Wuxi Shanyi vaguely seemed to see himself when he was young.
" Although Wang Li didn't say anything, he already knew it in his heart. If he didn't say it or admit it, he just couldn't save face.
"This kid looks exactly like me when I was young." Thinking of this, Wuxi Shanyi laughed and waved his hand: "Go!"
Wang Li turned around slowly, walked a few steps with slight hesitation, and finally strode out of the cave with rapid strides. He had not lived in this cave since he was a child.
After leaving the cave, a smile flashed in Wang Li's heart but did not show on his face.
This Wuxi tribe¡¯s shaman is not an ordinary person. He lives in a cave, does not rely on anything else, and can gain insight into things outside the river valley. Such insight and the power behind it cannot be underestimated.
Wuxi Shanyi, just hearing that his last name is Shanyi, you can tell how powerful he is. Shanyi is not an ordinary monster, but a demon beast with innate magical powers, and its strength is far higher than ordinary monsters.
"And since it is named Shanyi, it naturally has the ability to enter and exit the Qingming, and fly to nothing.
Wuxi Shanyi was able to kill a Shanyi during the coming-of-age ceremony and gained the name Shanyi. No matter what method he used, this person's wisdom and strength are evident. And as a person matures with age, he was already so powerful when he was young. It is even more extraordinary now.
Wang Li did not look down upon him at all, and was careful with him at all times. All responses were consistent with the original situation and did not reveal any flaws. He was afraid that Wuxi Shanyi would discover something wrong if he was not careful.
"This is when he first entered this place, but he was at his weakest. When he came to this world, he would compete with the top beings in this world in the future. If he capsized in the gutter at the beginning and fell into the Five RiversWhat's the point of being in the hands of someone like Yiyi who doesn't even have a role in the novel "Feng Shen Yan"?
After leaving the cave, Wang Li acted according to the actions of the original owner of the body and continued to integrate the memories in the body. In the silvery night, a vague back figure was left behind, gradually moving away and disappearing into a stone room.
In the cave, Wuxi Shanyi withdrew his gaze and pulled out a piece of tortoise shell again (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)