The sky became darker and darker, and the night finally came. This was a weather without dark clouds. An extremely huge full moon in the sky was scattering downwards at all times, covering the whole world with a faint layer of silver.

In the valley, the barbarians who returned from hunting had settled down. After Requiem and Zhantianqu, although the barbarians whose families died still had indelible sadness in their hearts, the most painful moment had passed and they could already look at it calmly.

Such calmness seems a bit unkind, but this is the case in this era.

Death is too common in the barbarian tribes. The dead are gone, and the living still have to live, fighting tenaciously with themselves, monsters, enemies, and harsh environments.

The families of the dead warriors 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 will be blessed and helped by the tribe.

In this era when people rely on tribes to form groups in order to survive, the so-called clan is a clan, and one clan is a family. Within the tribe, the relationship between people is far beyond the imagination of modern people.

When they entered the valley, Wuxi family greeted each other and settled everything. Although several elite soldiers died today, they were exchanged for a bunch of monster bones that could be compared to metal weapons. Wuxi family and other soldiers showed obvious joy.

These bones are carefully calculated and used to make sticks and spears, which can completely allow nearly twenty soldiers to replace weapons. Although several people died in the entire tribe, their strength is probably several times stronger than before.

But this is just a hope in my heart. To really turn these bones into weapons, it depends on the witch festival and the craftsmen in the clan.

In the valley, near the mountain wall, there is a huge cave. The cave is dark and deep. There are some simple-shaped pottery hanging on the walls, which are filled with oil made of monsters, supporting the burning flames on the pottery.

These flames burned one by one, and sparks bloomed with the image of the monsters before their lifetime, and created all kinds of fierce and violent brute force. As the flames burned, they seemed to choose people to eat at any time, but were bound in pottery and could not come out.

These pottery is not simple, they are witchcraft refined by witch sacrifices. Such witchcraft not only burns oil in the flames, but also attracts other forces. When necessary, each pottery can release violent power at one time.

In Wang Li's memory, the Wuxi tribe encountered a great disaster more than ten years ago and faced a monster that was almost invincible. It was the pottery jar on the wall that was leaning against the enemy. The power contained in each pottery jar was comparable to that of modern technology weapons of mass destruction, and it had even more vicious power contained in it.

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

"Let the things be put here, you all retreat first."

After passing through the corridor and entering the cave, the interior became more and more spacious. Near the cave in the inner room, Wang Li stopped and asked Chi Hu and others to put the skeletons of the monster aside, and then called them to retreat.

Chihu and the others did not hesitate, put down their things, looked at the inner room of the cave in awe, and then quickly went.

After sending the two of them, Wang Li adjusted his mood a little and walked slowly towards the inside of the cave. Looking at the movements, there was a hint of jumping, but more calm. The inner room of the cave is the residence of Shanyi of Wuxi.

In the river valley, the mountain wind whistled, blowing into the cave, rolling the sparks on the pottery pots on both sides of the corridor, and playing a monotonous and wonderful melody, combined with some simple murals on the wall, giving it a unique and 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 big, about seventy square meters of space, dense but orderly piled up all kinds of strange things, the remains of monsters, 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, but the most precious things. There are only two things. One is placed next to Wuxi Shanyi. It is the monster skin. Some of the beast skins are the inheritance of the witch festival and the songs that the barbarians sang for countless years. This is the power and history of the barbarians. The witch festivals have gone through a long period of time from word of mouth to recording with animal skins.

In addition to this, the other way is to be placed in the center of the inner room, which is a bronze tripod with a simple and exquisite shape.

In Wang Li's memory, the bronze in this world is not a thing with the same name on the earth. Although they seem to be the same, they are actually completely different.

And what is the difference? In the songs sung by the barbarians, the long sword in the hand of Xuanyuan, the Yanhuang tribe, was refined from the copper from the head mountain, and it has the power to split the mountain and split the sea.

The Xuanyuan Sword is made of bronze, which shows what the bronze in this world is.

Entering the inner room, Wuxi Shanyi ignored Wang Li, but lowered his head, held a tortoise shell in his hands, and repeatedly grilled on the demon fire ignited by the pottery jar under him, murmuring and singing inexplicably, as if it was a spell.

The flames were beating, and the tortoise shells crackled in the flames. A crack slowly penetrated through a mess of runes on the tortoise shell. The spread of the cracks seemed to indicate something.

Wuxi Shanyi stared at the crack with a solemn and nervous look on his face. Suddenly, his eyes were solemn, and his face changed drastically. Then, a crack that had originally spread in an orderly manner suddenly separated countless branches and leaves. The entire turtleboard almost shattered and cracked open in an instant, and then exploded into a ball of powder.

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

The signs of the turtle shell first showed the arrival of a crisis, and then the cracks spread out randomly and exploded in pieces. This phenomenon has never appeared in his memory and the inheritance of witchcraft.

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

He took a deep breath and easily pressed his chaotic mood. He didn't care that there was an extra person in the cave. He took off a piece of made-up tortoise shell from next to him and placed it in the demon fire to roast it again.

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

It was only when the cracks first spread, and then they broke into countless cracks, and then exploded like grenades, causing a small shock wave to dissipate in all directions.

"Tortoise shell divination is such a wonderful witchcraft." Wang Li stood aside and watched the whole process. Wuxi Shanyi was very confused now. He didn't understand why tortoise shell was like this, but Wang Li knew it.

Everything is just because the catastrophe of this world has begun. Under the endless conflict of cause and effect, even the algorithm of the top existence of this world is not so flexible, let alone his Wuxi Good Wings witchcraft?

The countless cracks of the tortoise shell represent hundreds of millions of possibilities. It is impossible for billions of cracks to be broken or not. The explosion of the tortoise shell is caused by the collapse of the original power system in the tortoise shell used for divination, and then the disorderly release.

After failing again, Wuxi Shanyi began to show a trace of trouble. After a while, he pressed the trouble, calmed down and looked up at Wang Li.

"Yes, I went out to practice and it was much more mature than before. People, if you don't go to see the most 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's already very late. Have a good rest and come here tomorrow."

"According to our bet, starting from tomorrow, you will let go of everything else for me, put your whole heart on me in practice, put all my thoughts aside, and strive to complete the sacrifice one day as soon as possible and become a true witch sacrifice."

Wang Li did not answer, but nodded silently. Looking at him, Wuxi Shanyi seemed to see himself when he was young.

It is said that although Wang Li didn't say it, he already had a sense of it in his heart. He didn't say it or admit it, but he just couldn't hide his face.

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

Wang Li slowly turned around, walked a few steps with a little hesitation, and finally walked out of the cave with great strides. Since he was young, he did not live in this cave.

After leaving the cave, a smile flashed in Wang Li's heart, not showing it to his face.

The witch sacrifices of the Wuxi tribe are not ordinary people. They live in caves and do not rely on anything else. They are insidious about the things outside the valley. Such insight and the power behind them cannot be underestimated.

Wuxi Shanyi, just by hearing that his surname is Shanyi, you can tell that his power is not an ordinary monster, but a demon beast with innate magical powers, and his strength is far above ordinary monsters.

Since he is named Shanyi, he has the ability to go in and out of Qingming and fly away.

Wuxi Shanyi was able to kill one of the good wings and gain the reputation of the good wings when he was a man. No matter what means he took, the wisdom and strength of this person can be seen. When a man becomes a spirit, he was already so powerful when he was young, and he is naturally even more extraordinary until now.

Wang Li did not underestimate him at all, and was always careful. All responses were in line with the original body, leaving no flaws, for fear that Wuxi Shanyi would find any problems if he accidentally discovered.

At this time, he first entered this place, but he was the weakest. When he came to this world, he would compete with the top existence in this world in the future. If he capsizes in the gutter at the beginning and falls into the hands of a person like Wuxi Shanyi who doesn't even have a role in the Romance of Gods, what's that?

After leaving the cave, Wang Li acted according to the actions of the original owner of this body, and continued to integrate the memories in his body. In the silver-white night, a blurred back left, gradually fading away and disappearing into a stone chamber.

In the cave, Wuxi Shanyi withdrew his gaze and pulled out a piece of tortoise shell again... (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!)
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