The six altars were just behind the tent, and Zhu Liu swept them one by one with the horn of the wolf king, and after receiving Shi Tang in the temple, he gave him one-third of his spiritual power. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A large amount of spiritual power was sprinkled, and the altar in the blessed land space stored more than two million spiritual power. The entire altar showed a vision, emitting a misty clear light, and there was a faint halo entwining.

Zhu Liu entered it, and the blessed land was shrouded in clear light, like a dream. The planted Jingyuan grass grew up in a short period of time and became fat.

Every essence grass is breathing heavily, and the joy of growth can be felt even by the wolf girl who crosses races.

Pure joy, the effect of purifying the soul, the wolf girl let go of Zhu Liu's hand, gently held and cared for a Jingyuan grass, and showed a sweet smile.

The joyful song of life, as the lord of the blessed land, Zhu Liu, was even more impacted, and the realm of the whole person seemed to have risen to a higher level, transcendent and unearthly.

The quality of spiritual power has a hint of blue.

The aroma of the strange grass is like being in a sea of flowers with thousands of butterflies dancing.

In the colorful divine light of the altar, the spirit of spiritual power is transformed and sings the tune of the soul.

The countless hymns surrounding Zhu Liu, as if a fairy from the sky had descended, whispering in his ear and giving him empowerment.

Surrounded by divine light, Zhu Liu was treated to the altar and transformed into another glowing human form.

"Wow, hahaha, fat man, I'm becoming more and more like a god."

Zhu Liu finally didn't forget his business, and took out the spear-shaped totem divine weapon, the grass ring of the poisonous evil spirit, and the animal skin that recorded the spell.

The void was suspended, and the three objects landed on the altar against the backdrop of light.

"Re-refine the totem divine weapon."

The pure spiritual power turned into a transparent flame, sticking to the quaint spear and calcining, as if boiling water, the rust scars fell off piece by piece, and the totem divine weapon directly seemed to be decomposed, and a strange weapon of pure white was revealed.

At the same time, there is also a huge stream of information, which is the memory of the totem divine soldier.

The name of this totem divine weapon is called the White Arc Thorn, which is 4,000 years ago, a powerful god of war of the corpse tribe killed the monster, pulled out the essence of the monster, and the most aura part of the bones, and put it on the altar of the clan to worship and practice.

For another thousand years, the Open Corpse Tribe was wiped out, and the White Arc Thorn passed into the hands of another tribe.

However, after the altar is refined, it is equivalent to a ban, and the gods are self-proclaimed, if it is not for the bloodline of the corpse tribe, it will not be able to exert the power of the white arc thorn at all.

After several tosses, the white arc thorn flowed into the Flying Fish tribe and was renamed the Flying Speargun; The Flying Fish Tribe has been practicing for three hundred years, and it can exert part of the ability of the White Arc Thorn.

Then it was stolen again, and the Flying Fish tribe was wiped out and fell into the hands of coyotes.

When a coyote holds it, it is a dead thing, not much different from ordinary weapons, only sharper and stronger. It's not something that a coyote can control.

At this time, the spiritual power flame, Zhu Liu controlled the penetration of spiritual power, and for generations, the prohibitions under dozens of tribes were peeled off layer by layer. All the seals were burned, and from the inside out, the entire White Arc Thorn fell into control.

The shape of the white arc thorn changed dramatically, from a thick javelin on the arm to a crescent moon of white jade.

After receiving all the memories, Zhu Liu could say with great confidence that in this world, no one could know the White Arc Thorn better than him.

Under the powerful spiritual power, the white arc thorn was completely suppressed, all disarmed, and everything was shown without any resistance power, and Zhu Liu was left to do it.

Zhu Liu smiled, branded himself at the hazy consciousness of the core of the totem divine soldier, and forcibly recognized the master.

Under the oppression of the entire blessed land, the white arc thorn did not have the slightest chance to resist.

Zhu Liu beckoned lightly, and the white arc spikes flew up, spinning around him.

The white arc was one of the monster's ribs, and it looked like a very thin half-moon scimitar.

For thousands of years, the artifact was self-obscure, and after being covered with turbid rust, it became bloated and looked like a crooked spear, which was used as a spear by the Flying Fish tribe and as a spear by the coyote.

Its material is so strong that it is impossible to damage it with treasures below the holy product, and the two ends are extremely sharp, and nothing is broken. The three-headed demon dragon's head pierced in one fell swoop.

The most powerful thing about the white arc thorn is not these, but a special ability inherited from the monster - the light of the white arc, which is infinitely useful.

This white arc light was not only able to be used by the first generation of the Open Corpse Tribe, but then it became a swan song.

For Zhu Liu, it's not a problem.

At the moment when the white arc stabbed the master, a little spiritual light flew out, sinking from Zhu Liu's eyebrows, falling into the mud pill palace and shining brightly, a powerful force emanated from it, and the reborn change occurred, Zhu Liu's strength soared in a straight line, and in an instant, the second order jumped to the third order, and the growth did not stop, and a spiritual light sprinkled all over the sea of consciousness, releasing magical power continuously.

The spiritual flame is the sign of the white arc piercing the Lord, and you can have a heart and mind with it.

The energy contained in the Spirit Flame was extremely pure, changing Zhu Liu's internal breath and making it evolve in a more perfect direction.

Zhu Liu's major in martial arts, the three realms of inner breath, consummation, and enlightenment, the third order is the enlightenment, and the trick he opened is not the eyes, nose, and ears, but the white arc thorns.

The white arc spines become part of the body.

Zhu Liu's cultivation direction slowly began to shift from the martial arts direction.

The white arc thorn was put away, and there were two more items on the altar, a poisonous spirit and a spell.

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The falcon was not pleased, drank sullen wine, and turned away without saying a word. After being plotted by coyotes and poisonous spirits that day, the falcon escaped and had nowhere to go, so he came to join his sister who was married far away and persuaded his brother-in-law, the chief of the Iron Eating Tribe, to avenge it.

The Iron Eater Tribe competed for the position of the leader of the alliance and could not draw troops.

The falcon was so depressed that he couldn't even sleep, and went to another tent, where lived a beautiful woman weighing eight hundred pounds, and the tent was extremely delicately furnished, and it was evident that the owner of this place was very favored by the iron chieftain.

The 'beauty' stepped in the footsteps of the earthquake and added a cup of milk tea to her brother.

"Brother, why are you so sad and unhappy."

Falcon sighed: "Hey, I can see that this brother-in-law doesn't want to help me at all." My falcon is desperate, only to blame this world for being cold. ”

The eight-hundred-pound 'beauty' bared her fangs and smiled: "Brother, don't be so depressed, I'll talk about it again." The chief will definitely help us. ”

"If it weren't for the totem god soldier falling into the hands of the coyote, why would I need anyone else's help." The falcon looked very unconvinced: "I was only attacked that day, and if I fought head-to-head, the coyote child didn't even have the courage to stand in front of me." ”

The 'beauty' listened, and then thoughtfully, walked into the room and tinkered for a while, and took out a wooden mirror, the wooden mirror was engraved with small characters like a fly's head, once it was taken out, the room suddenly became deserted, and the air conditioner was turned on in July and August: "Brother, this is the totem god of the iron-eating tribe - the Nether Mirror, which can ingest people and things, enough to restrain flying fish bones." You take it to deal with the coyotes, take back our Flying Fish Bone, and return it. ”

Falcon was shocked: "Sister, the totem god of the Iron Eating Tribe, how can he be here with you?" I can't take it, I took it, you can't explain it. ”

"The chief gave it to me to take refuge in the summer, and if it disappears for a day or two, you won't notice it, you go and go back quickly."