Chapter 11: The Power of Faith, Ancient Prophets
With so many talismans.
Without bragging, even in the face of the overhaul in the early stage of ordinary foundation building, Wang Xiu has the confidence to compete with it in his heart.
If you have a mental calculation or not, if you sneak attack, you may be able to make the other party suffer a big loss.
If the enemy was the leader of the two hunting teams of the primitive tribe in the savage world, Wang Xiu would be even more sure to rely on the talisman and the sword technique to kite it to death.
After all.
Although the strength of life and breath were about the same, those two second-order primitives did not understand spells at all, and their combat effectiveness was far worse than that of the orthodox foundation building period great cultivators.
"It's time to go back to the wilderness and try to communicate with the people of that primitive tribe."
Wang Xiu's eyes burned.
The mysterious ancient mirror silently communicated in his heart, and descended on the savage realm again.
Because the last time Wang Xiu returned near the tribe, this time he came to the wild world, and he was also near that tribe.
Pasting the latent talisman, Wang Xiu quietly approached the tribe.
However.
When he really came to the vicinity of the tribe, he found that the primitive tribe was originally happy, and the atmosphere was very low and depressing.
In the middle of the empty canyon is a large stone platform that is a few feet wide.
At this time, there was a man lying on the stone platform, burly and powerful, it was the hunting captain that Wang Xiu had seen at the beginning, and the breath of life was comparable to the existence of the overhaul in the foundation building period.
But.
At this time, the hunting captain was in very bad condition, a large hole appeared in his stomach, and blood flowed, and even the intestines were faintly visible.
Beside him.
There was a huge boar carcass, five or six meters long, like a small mountain.
The wild boar is black, with white fangs on its mouth, and a cold light flashing, which makes people feel cold all over their bodies when they look at it.
This.
It was obviously not an ordinary fierce beast, its life strength was already comparable to that of the second order, and judging from the aura remaining in the flesh and blood, the strength in front of it was probably even higher than that hunting captain.
And.
The boar's carcass had many wounds, the most fatal of which was in the throat, where a white bone spear was inserted, which was the exclusive weapon of the hunting captain.
"So."
"The wound on that guy's stomach was poked out by this wild boar?"
Wang Xiu muttered to herself.
Hunting in ancient times was easy to say, but when it came to practice, it was obviously full of dangers.
Judging from his previous habit of spying on the hunting team, this wild boar was too strong to be their hunting target, but now it was fighting with them.
Estimated.
Either the prey of the hunting team was targeted by this wild boar and a conflict arose; Either the hunting team was lurking and was counter-hunted by this wild boar and killed.
Of course.
It is also possible that a hunting party is targeting wild boar's prey, although this is relatively unlikely.
After all.
If Wang Xiu was a primitive person, he would definitely not choose such a fierce beast as an opponent, a thief with rough skin and thick flesh can resist beating, and it is difficult for the team to have an effect on it.
One is not careful, and there will be a large number of casualties.
At this time, in addition to the hunting captain on the stone platform, there was also an old man with a feather tied to his head.
His face was wrinkled, and he was clearly not young, and he was pounding the medicine with a stone mortar and applying the liquid to the hunting leader's wounds, as if trying to help him heal his wounds.
But obviously.
The hunting captain's injuries were so severe that even his organs were so badly wounded that it was almost impossible for ordinary herbs to heal him.
The breath of life of the wounded is constantly weakening.
The old man also seemed to sense that the other party's life was about to die, and there was no hope of salvation.
His face was full of sadness, and he began to look up to the sky and chant: "Lulu~"
"Lulu~"
"Lulu~"
……
This is supposed to be some kind of ritual in the primitive tribe, to bid farewell to the deceased people.
When the old man chanted.
Other clansmen were also chanting, and although the language was not understood, Wang Xiu could feel the sadness contained in this chanting.
"It's a good opportunity."
Wang Xiu's eyes showed a hint of intent in his eyes, he was originally going to wait and see for a while before considering contacting and communicating with the tribe.
But nowadays.
Encountering the hunting captain was seriously injured and dying, disrupting his plans.
After all.
This hunting captain can be regarded as one of the two strongest beings in the tribe, and if he dies, the strength of the entire tribe will be seriously damaged.
When the time comes.
Even if Wang Xiu established cooperation with the tribe, the help he could play would be greatly weakened.
Secondly.
This hunting captain must have a high status in the tribe, and if Wang Xiu can save him, it will also be of great help to gain the trust of the tribe.
Come to think of it.
Wang Xiu no longer hesitated, and jumped directly into the canyon.
"Whew?"
"Lululu?"
"Lulu~"
……
Wang Xiu's sudden appearance aroused the vigilance of the entire tribe.
Moment.
Those strong men subconsciously stood in front of the women and children, holding the big stick tightly, staring at Wang Xiu cautiously, as if they would attack at any time.
Disease~
Wang Xiu pinched the magic trick in his hand, and the three spirit rhino talismans shot out in an instant, landing on the three strong men in the front.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not an enemy, I'm here to help you."
Wang Xiu spoke.
At the same time, his spiritual fluctuations were transmitted to the three strong men along the Spirit Talisman.
In a flash.
The three strong men were stunned, seemingly incredulous that Wang Xiu could communicate with them.
But.
After confirming that they could communicate, the hostility exuded by the three strong men was obviously much weaker than the others.
They looked at the rune paper on their bodies in amazement, and then looked at Wang Xiu.
"Lulu~"
"Lulu~"
This.
Although Wang Xiu still couldn't understand the language of primitive people, he understood their meaning through the spiritual fluctuations transmitted by the spirit rhino talisman.
"Who are you?"
"What is this, and why can I understand you?"
Wang Xiu smiled.
He pointed to the wounded on the stone platform and said, "Are you sure you won't let me save people first?" According to the current trend, if it drags on a little longer, the kid will die. ”
Hiss~
The three primitives gasped in unison, then turned around and discussed with the other primitives.
It didn't take long to follow.
They nodded and welcomed Wang Xiu to the stone platform.
But.
For Wang Xiu's precautionary heart, he has never completely let go.
After all.
Although this guy looks like a human, his clothes and dress are too different from ordinary primitive people, and the timing of his appearance is also very sensitive.
In the event that the tribe's strongest combat power is lost, any alien creatures must be carefully guarded against.
This is the experience of the tribe to survive in the wild world.
"It's really badly hurt."
Looking at the hunting captain who was lying on the stone platform, already dying, Wang Xiu touched his nose, and his eyes also showed a look of horror.
I have to say.
Although these primitive people don't know magic, their vitality is really tenacious.
This is all pierced, and the transparent hole as big as the mouth of the belly bowl can last so long, and ordinary people would have burped a long time ago.
But.
This kind of injury is quite fatal in the mortal world, but in the immortal cultivation world, it is not a serious injury.
After all.
The spells of immortal cultivators, the flesh and bones of the living dead are not uncommon.
The injuries that can really make immortal cultivators tricky are usually wounds, and the existence of mana or demonic power attached to other immortal cultivators.
Those injuries.
If you can't purify the alien mana and demonic power, it will be difficult to heal and heal.
As for the penetrating wound placed in front of Wang Xiu at this time, although it looked hideous and terrifying, it only needed a healing charm to temporarily stabilize the injury.
As for complete healing?
It's nothing more than a healing charm every day, sticking to him for a few more days.
Disease~!
Wang Xiu took out a healing talisman from his arms, injected spiritual power into it, and in an instant, the healing talisman spontaneously ignited without fire, and then turned into a streamer and shot towards the injured.
A moment later.
It condensed into an emerald green spiritual light cluster, completely enveloping the wound of the injured person, and through the transparent green light cluster, you could even see that there were meat buds growing slowly at the wound.
Hiss~
In the tribe, a series of gasps suddenly sounded.
Especially the old man with feathers tied to his head, he looked at Wang Xiu in horror, his eyes flashed, with three points of shock, three points of disbelief, and four points of scorching worship.
Bang~!!!
The old man actually knelt down directly towards Wang Xiu and began to kowtow frantically with a bang.
"Lulu~"
"Lulu~"
"Lululu~"
……
As the old man knelt down towards Wang Xiu, the rest of the tribe was stunned, and they also knelt down towards Wang Xiu and began to snort.
Vaguely.
Wang Xiu seemed to hear the voices of the three big men clearly.
Those people.
It seems to be calling him...... Prophet!!!
What shocked Wang Xiu even more was that as these primitive people knelt down to him and bowed down.
He actually saw it.
Golden points of light emerged from those primitive people's bodies, flying towards them like fireflies.
As the golden light points integrated into his body, Wang Xiu instantly felt refreshed and smooth, and his soul was like soaking in the hot spring flow, warm and warm.
Even the power of the divine consciousness that had been consumed before was rapidly recovering, and it was faintly becoming more tenacious.