The sky became darker and darker, and night finally fell, this was a weather without dark clouds, and the full moon of an incomparably huge silver plate in the sky was sprinkling brilliance all the time, making the entire world covered with a faint layer of silver.

In the river valley, the barbarians who have returned from hunting have settled down, and after the Requiem and the Battle Heaven Song, although the barbarians who have died in their families still have indelible sadness in their hearts, the most painful moment has passed, and they can already look at it calmly.

This kind of calmness seems to be a bit unsatisfactory, but this is the case in this era.

Death is too common in the tribes of barbarians, the dead are gone, and the living still have to live, stubbornly fighting against themselves, monsters, enemies, and harsh environments.

The families of the deceased soldiers do not have to worry about survival in the tribe, as long as the tribe is alive for a day, they only need to fulfill their obligations, and they can get the protection and help of the tribe.

In this era of facing the harsh environment, in order to survive, the barbarians rely on the tribe to form a group, the so-called clan, is a clan, a clan, is a family, within the tribe, the relationship between people, far beyond the imagination of modern people.

Entering the valley, the Wuxi clan greeted him personally, and settled everything down, although a few elite warriors died today, but in exchange for a bunch of demon beast bones that can be made as metal weapons, the faces of the Wuxi clan and other warriors obviously showed joy.

This batch of bones, carefully calculated, used to make sticks, used to make spears and other weapons, can completely allow nearly twenty warriors to change weapons, although the entire tribe has a few deaths, but the strength is only several times stronger than in the past.

But that's just hope. I really want to turn these bones into weapons. It also depends on the witch festival and the craftsmen in the clan.

within the valley. Near the mountain wall, there is a huge cave, the cave is dark and deep, and some simple pottery is hung on the wall, which contains the oil boiled by demon beasts, supporting the roaring fire on the pottery.

These flames, one by one, burned, sparks bloomed with the image of the demon beast before its death. Conjuring up all kinds of ferocity and rage, the flames burned, as if they would choose people to devour at any time, but they were bound in the pottery and could not come out.

These pottery vessels are not simple, they are witchcraft refined by witch sacrifices, such witch weapons, the flames burn not only oil, but also attract this other power, and when necessary, each clay pot can release a violent force at one time.

In Wang Li's memory. More than ten years ago, the Wuxi tribe suffered a great misfortune and faced an almost invincible demon beast. It is the clay pot on the wall to retreat from the enemy, and the power contained in each clay pot is comparable to that of modern technological weapons of mass destruction, and it also has a vicious power contained in it.

In addition to being used to kill and injure enemies, the amount of power in these clay pots can also be used as a fire source for refining weapons.

"Just put things here, you all step back first."

Passing through the corridor and entering the cave, the interior became more and more spacious, and near the inner chamber cave, Wang Li stopped, asked Chihu and the others to put the bones of the demon beast aside, and then beckoned them to retreat.

Without any hesitation, the two of them put their things down, glanced at the inner chamber of the cave in awe, and then went quickly.

After sending the two of them away, Wang Li adjusted his mood slightly, and walked slowly to the cave, looking at the movements, there was a trace of jumping, and more calm, the inner room of the cave was the residence of Wuxi Shanyi.

In the river valley, the mountain wind whined, blowing into the cave, rolling the ripples of sparks on the clay pots on both sides of the road, and playing a monotonous and wonderful melody, together with some simple murals on the wall, there is a wonderful artistic conception.

Walking into the inner room, Wang Li saw a familiar and unfamiliar picture in front of him.

The inner room is not large, about seventy square meters of space, densely but orderly piled up all kinds of strange things, the remains of demon beasts, blood, all kinds of medicines and fruits in the mountains and fields, and some strange stones.

These things are not the most precious things in the inner room, the most precious things, there are only two things, one is placed next to Wuxi Shanyi, that is the monster animal skin, the animal skin has the inheritance of the witch sacrifice and the barbarians have sung countless years of songs, this is the strength and history of the barbarians, the witch sacrifices from word of mouth, to the use of animal skins to record, which has gone through a long time.

In addition to this one, the other, placed in the center of the inner room, is a simple and exquisite bronze tripod.

In Wang Li's memory, the bronze of this world realm was not a thing of the same name on the earth, although they seemed to be the same, but in fact they were 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 in the past was refined from the copper of the first mountain, and it had the power of splitting mountains and splitting the sea.

The Xuanyuan Sword is all made of bronze, and it can be seen what the bronze of this world is.

Entering the inner room, Wuxi Shanyi didn't pay attention to Wang Li, just lowered his head, held a tortoise shell in one hand, and repeatedly grilled on the demon fire lit in the clay pot under him, muttering and singing inexplicably, as if it was a spell.

The flames were raging, the tortoise shell crackled in the flames, and on the tortoise shell, a crack slowly penetrated a messy rune, and the spread of the crack seemed to indicate something.

Wuxi Shanyi's eyes were firmly fixed on the crack, his face was solemn and nervous, suddenly, his gaze was clear, his face changed instantly, and then a crack that had spread in an orderly manner suddenly separated countless branches and leaves, and the entire turtle plate was almost instantly shattered and cracked, and then exploded into a ball of powder.

Wuxi Shanyi's face was stunned, and his changed expression became more and more solemn.

The omen of the turtle plate first showed the coming crisis, and then the crack stretched haphazardly, and exploded in all directions, a phenomenon that had never appeared in his memory and the inheritance of witchcraft.

In the inheritance, if divination encounters obscuration and interference, there are corresponding phenomena, but countless cracks then explode, what is this?

He took a deep breath, easily pressed down the chaotic thoughts, didn't care that there was one more person in the cave, and took a piece of tortoise shell from the side, and placed it in the demon fire again.

There was a crackling sound, and the crack slowly formed, then began to spread.

It was only the crack that first spread, and then it split apart, turning into countless cracks, and then exploded like a grenade, bringing a small shock wave to disperse in all directions.

"Tortoiseshell divination, what a wonderful witchcraft." Wang Li stood aside, watching the whole process, Wuxi Shanyi was very confused now, he didn't understand why the tortoise shell was like this, but Wang Li was clear.

Everything is just because the calamity of this heaven and earth has begun, and under the entanglement of infinite cause and effect, even the algorithm of the top existence of this heaven and earth is not so flexible, not to mention his Wuxi Good Wing Witchcraft?

The countless cracks of the tortoise shell represent hundreds of millions of possibilities, hundreds of millions of cracks, it is impossible to return to the shell without cracking, and the explosion of the tortoise shell is due to the collapse of the powerful system in the tortoise shell used for divination, and then the disorderly release.

Failed again, Wuxi Shanyi's face began to show a trace of confusion, and it took a while for him to press this confusion, clean up his mood, and look up at Wang Li.

"Yes, I went out of the road to experience a trip, and I am much more mature than in the past, people, if you don't touch your head and break the bloodstream, if you don't see the most real side of this world, you won't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."

He paused, and then 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 tomorrow, you will give me everything else, put my heart on my cultivation, put aside all distractions, and strive to complete the sacrifice one day as soon as possible and become a real witch sacrifice."

Wang Li didn't answer, just nodded silently, looking at his appearance, Wuxi Shanyi vaguely seemed to see himself when he was young.

Although Wang Li didn't say it, he already knew it in his heart, and he didn't say it or admit it, but he couldn't wipe off his face.

"This kid is exactly the same as when I was younger." Thinking of this, Wuxi Shanyi laughed and waved his hand: "Go ahead!" ”

Wang Li turned around slowly, walked a few steps with a slight hesitation, and finally strode towards the outside of the cave.

Out of the cave, a smile flashed in Wang Wei's heart, and it was not shown on his face.

The witch sacrifices of the Wuxi tribe are not ordinary people, living in caves, not relying on anything else, and having insight into things outside the river valley in their minds, such insight and the power behind it should not be underestimated.

Wuxi Shanyi, just listen to his surname after the name is Shanyi, you can know his power, Shanyi is not an ordinary demon beast, but a demon beast with natural powers, and his strength is far above ordinary demon beasts.

And in the name of good wings, he has the ability to enter and exit the green and the dead and fly.

Wuxi Shanyi was able to kill a good wing and get the name of the good wing when he came of age, no matter what means he took, this person's wisdom and strength can be seen, and people are old and fine, they are already so powerful when they are young, and they are naturally even more extraordinary now.

Wang Li did not underestimate him at all, he was careful at all times, and all the responses were in line with the original body, without revealing the slightest flaw, for fear that if he was not careful, he would be found out by Wuxi Shanyi what was wrong.

At this time, he first entered this place, but it was the weakest time, he came to this Fang Shi Lu Realm, and in the future, he was going to compete with the top existence of this Fang Shi Lu Realm, if he capsized in the gutter at the beginning, and was planted in the hands of someone who didn't even have a role in the Romance of the Gods like Wuxi Shanyi, what is it called?

Out of the cave, Wang Li acted according to the actions of the original owner of this body, continued to integrate the memories in his body, and left a vague back in the silvery night, which gradually faded away and disappeared into a stone chamber.

Inside the cave, Wuxi Shanyi withdrew his gaze and pulled out a piece of tortoise shell again...... (To be continued......)