The old shaman obviously didn't expect that Chen Fusheng would be the highest achievement of this shamanic technique as soon as he opened his mouth, but he was also old and mature, so he smiled.

"But our Yinshan Department is because we are born with the blood of the wolf god in our body, plus the beast spirit was a spirit beast supported by our tribe before its death, and we naturally have a sense between us to be able to use it, you are not a blood relative of our Hu people, and there is no such thing as a beast soul and ghost on your body, even if I want to tell you how to do it, I'm afraid it's useless, right?"

"Who said I don't have this thing?" Chen Fusheng raised his hand and took out the black leather book, "I don't plan to learn anything about beast spirit possession, I just want to know how you cultivate these beast spirits on a daily basis." ”

"I see. The old shaman must be sure in his heart, since what the other party wants is not all but only a small part of it, and it is not the most critical place, he doesn't have to worry about revealing any secrets that can't be said, and immediately took out a gray-white rib from his arms and said, "This is the knowledge that our shamans have summarized in the past, since you want it, take it." ”

Chen Fusheng knew that cultivators like shamans admired primitive materials, and most of the knowledge was passed on by word of mouth, with the occasional exception being the use of this kind of spirit bones and the like, rather than the jade slips that were used by the Daomen.

After taking this piece of spirit bone, Chen Fusheng suddenly found that this was actually a magic weapon, but although the material of the spirit bone was good, there was only one prohibition on it, and I don't know if the old man felt that one prohibition was enough or there was no extra energy to refine this powerless chicken rib, it was empty, and there was no mana imprint on it.

With a slight smile, Chen Fusheng pinched his trick, and according to the technique of "The Secret of the Northern Darkness", he continuously injected the true water of the Northern Darkness into it, and the prohibition on this magic weapon was neither the level of the earthly evil, nor the level of Tiangang, but it was inferior to the left path of the side door, and it was easily completely refined into the magic weapon yuan tire by the true water of the Northern Darkness.

It didn't take long for this slightly curved white bone to completely turn into a flat jet-black short stick in Chen Fusheng's hands, and the old shaman had already found that he had completely lost the faint sense of communication with this magic weapon, and it had been refined by the other party in an instant, and it seemed that his spirituality was much stronger than before.

As soon as the true water of the Northern Darkness was collected, Chen Fusheng put the short stick on his forehead, and a complex mixed idea was transmitted, and there were no words on the grassland, even among shamans. In addition, they are not good at summarizing, so what is recorded on this spirit bone is a synthesis of a lot of experience and memory, even with his divine sense, which is far more powerful than ordinary people, he is also made big by these countless patterns and pictures.

Putting down the black bones, Chen Fusheng rubbed his forehead, looked at the old shaman next to him who seemed to be smiling, and understood that he had been pitted by the old man.

There is indeed no mistake in the things given by the other party, and the content is richer than he imagined, if he wants to sort it out thoroughly, I am afraid that it will not take several years, how can he spend so much effort on this spell that is not fundamental, with this time, maybe he has already been unified.

But they took the initiative to give him a spell that was also quite magical, so he couldn't speak.

With a slight wry smile, Chen Fusheng arched his hand to the old shaman and said, "The old man treats me really 'rich'!"

Listening to Chen Fusheng's implicit complaining tone, the old shaman grabbed the beard hanging down to his chest with his hand this time, and laughed without saying a word.

Chen Fusheng quickly put this matter behind him, and turned to discuss the shamanic technique with the old shaman, after all, this was just a benefit he had earned in his heart, and he earned it anyway. There was no need to be angry at all, and there were still a few things that inspired him when he glanced at it just now.

The shamanic magic is actually the root of many of the magic powers of the Daomen, and through the explanation of this old shaman, he has a deeper understanding of his own cultivation, far more than the things in the bones.

And the old shaman is even more so, Chen Fusheng is the superior martial arts of the two Taoist and demon families, and his knowledge in this area is far wider than that of an old shaman who has been trapped on the grassland all his life and has not gone out. Just a few words made the old shaman feel that his eyes were open, as if the bottleneck that had plagued him before disappeared all at once.

If it weren't for the fact that the great event of the tribal migration was just around the corner, the old shaman really wanted to find a place to retreat and practice penance in peace now.

"But in this way, I can't help this Mr. Chen, there are not many things useful to him in the spirit bone he obtained, he is still willing to point out my shortcomings, it seems that he is not bad, trustworthy. The old shaman was a little embarrassed, and secretly thought to himself, "If you don't let him annotate the thing left by the ancestors, no one will be able to understand the shamans of the past dynasties anyway, and there will be nothing to lose if you fail. ”

The Yinshan tribe was also a thriving big tribe, and there was a strong shaman, but unfortunately after he sat down, the Yinshan tribe gradually declined, and it has reached today's situation.

The shamans of the Yinshan tribe have been eager to inherit the shaman's inheritance and restore the glory of the day, but it is a pity that even the shaman's disciples have only learned one or two percent, and they can't even understand the exercises left by the shaman.

Otherwise, the Yin Mountain Department would never have fallen into today's situation.

However, even if he was the most senior shaman in the clan, he could not decide it alone, and he had to consult with the patriarch and several other elders, shamans, and those high-ranking warriors.

"There is still a long time before we reach the foot of Changbai Mountain, and there is no need to rush to say it. ”

The old shaman thought so.

Chen Fusheng naturally didn't know what the old shaman was thinking, and after he finished discussing with the old shaman, he sat down with his back to the Yin Mountain Department and the caravan who were sorting things, and let out the restless treasure hunting rats.

The Gold Greed Beast naturally likes to devour all kinds of metal spirit ores, and although the treasure hunt rat with a mutated bloodline is far less powerful than the Gold Greed Beast, its taste is not so picky, and the spiritual materials in the five elements are their favorite food.

And the Earth Demon Yin Vein, as the essence of heaven and earth vitality, has accumulated for thousands of years, and there must be some good things in it, Chen Fusheng can't look down on these, and it is a good choice to feed the treasure hunting rats.