In a hazy halo, the young man floated quietly in it. A steady stream of information flowed into his brain along with the aura, and everything about the world gradually became clear.
The classification of spiritual power levels is divided into spiritual people, spiritual soldiers, spiritual generals, spiritual kings...
There is no way to explore further up, it seems to be related to God...
Those who have not awakened their spiritual power are normal NPCs, have no self and are eternal and consumable.
Spiritual power will be consumed, and you can replenish your own consumption by absorbing the spirits of others. If the spiritual power is exhausted, the spiritual person will lose himself, return to the origin and become a savage in the world, and will not be refreshed after death.
The spirit master can consume spiritual power, establish a spiritual power channel, and connect the wildlings. The connected wildlings must obey the command of the spiritual master. When the number of wildlings controlled reaches fifty, the spiritual master can form a tribe.
After the tribe is established, the spirit person has the possibility of being promoted to a spirit soldier.
As a spirit, you should follow the rules of the world and cannot go beyond them...
"It's so strange. Where did this information come from?"
"As a spirit, you should have a name. What is my name?"
In my memory, when I was young, I climbed to the top of the mountain, stood on the top of the mountain, galloped boldly, and dared to ask who in the world didn't recognize you.
"Zhu Fengjun? What a strange feeling. It seems that this name suits me very well. In that case, I will call him Zhu Fengjun."
In the faint halo of spiritual power, Zhu Fengjun, floating on the altar in the center of the village, slowly landed on the ground, looking at everything familiar and unfamiliar in front of him in panic.
The old man on the side is telling stories to the children.
"We, the land ape-men, originally lived in trees until our ancestors were born and found that life on the ground was more enjoyable, so we came down from the trees. Those apes who were unwilling to come down were called
We are land apes, and that is where our race comes from.
Because our tribe was the first to raise wild boars, later on, in order to make it easier to distinguish, we called ourselves the Zhu tribe, and our village was also called Zhu Village..."
This is a story I have heard since I was a child, but why does the old man keep telling it over and over again?
And these children, don’t they get tired of hearing the same words over and over again every day?
A feeling of hunger came from the depths of his soul and soul. Zhu Fengjun swallowed uncontrollably and looked longingly at these children who were full of spiritual energy.
I'm so hungry. These children have a lot of spiritual power. Although they are not as good as the spiritual ones, if you suck them, you can get a huge supplement.
I couldn't help but reach out to the children.
The next moment, he regained his consciousness, forcibly stopped his steps, and said to himself guiltily: "Zhu Fengjun, what's wrong with you? These are fellow villagers from the same village. How can you attack them? Are you crazy?"
In order to avoid losing control of himself, Zhu Fengjun forcibly turned his head away from looking, left the village altar and wandered around the village.
A passing fisherman greeted me enthusiastically: "Well, today is a good day for fishing!"
Zhu Fengjun responded quickly, but after the fisherman finished speaking, he walked away as if he didn't exist at all.
Passing by the blacksmith shop in the village, the blacksmith was holding a knife in front of the door with his head sullenly, and said to himself: "My knife, the spirit has said it is good to use it."
There must be a handy weapon. Zhu Fengjun walked into the blacksmith shop and noticed a long sword hanging on the wall at a glance. The long sword was simple and unpretentious, but extremely sharp. Zhu Fengjun took it off and looked at it carefully.
Holding the sword, I can't put it down.
He said to the blacksmith at the door: "Uncle blacksmith, I want this sword. How much does it cost?"
After saying that, he was stunned, money? Why would he say such a thing? It seems that there is no such thing as money in the village. This kind of thing can only be found in the outside world.
However, the blacksmith ignored him and continued to hammer away at the iron.
"My sword, the spirit master has agreed to use it."
Everyone in the village is like this, unchanged, and there is no dialogue at all. This is NPC, a destined fact that cannot be changed.
They are all obviously good people, so why is there such a distinction?
Thinking of this, his left eye suddenly glowed red, and a red cross appeared in his field of vision. The severe pain made him stop thinking quickly.
Living beings are restricted. If you want to understand why, you must be promoted to become a powerful spiritual king.
The information flashed through my mind.
Zhu Fengjun had no choice but to put the long sword behind his back and leave.
In front of a thatched house, Zhu Fengjun stood in front of the door, staring blankly at the couple sitting at the door basking in the sun. If his memory is correct, these two should be his biological parents.
But obviously, they had no intention of paying attention to Mr. Zhu Feng and just sat there blankly.
The person he loved most was right in front of him, but there was an insurmountable gap between them. Zhu Fengjun looked a little depressed and left dejectedly.
When we arrived at the entrance of the village, the wanderer who had been wandering around the village greeted him and said, "I have nothing to do, so I'm just strolling!"
After saying that, he left.
He knew that this was a wanderer in the village, wandering around the village aimlessly all day long.
The hunger that originated from the depths of his soul and soul became more and more intense. Zhu Fengjun knew that he had to leave the village to find food. If he continued to stay in the village, Bao Buqi would attack the people in the village.
He didn't want to do this. He took a deep breath, looked at the village with nostalgia, and stepped out of the village resolutely, leaving the village where he was born and raised.
He understood that if he took this step, he might never be able to come back.
But he must do it.
At this time, only four or five miles away from here, Liu Yun led Li Feng and a group of people to this place, wiping the sweat off his head. There was no one around.
Liu Yun sighed in disappointment, lowered his head and said, "It's been a month since we came out, and it's almost winter, but we still haven't found any trace of the village. Is there no other village nearby?"
Li Feng fetched the water and Liu Yun drank it all. Li Feng was very wise and said: "No, we met many tribes along the way. In order to avoid disputes, we stayed away from each other. If we follow what Ji Dali said,
Yes, only spiritual beings can establish tribes, and spiritual beings come from villages, so there should be many villages around here. Maybe we missed it accidentally."
"Tch, is what that lunatic said accurate? It's not that I look down on him. Look at his crazy behavior. He always fantasizes about how awesome he is. He can't even beat mortals like us."
Although he said this, Liu Yun still believed that all spiritual beings came from the village. He saw it with his own eyes when Zhao Shengtao awakened his spiritual power and left the village.
"Forget it, let's keep looking. I don't believe these villages can hide from my eyes."
It was originally just a sentence to boost morale, and the speaker had no intention of saying it, but Liu Yun did not know that as soon as his words came out, the rules of the world with him as the center changed drastically with a bang.
The power of the supreme authority directly modified the established rules of this area. Countless villages hidden by the rules, with Liu Yun's words, all the rules were shattered and appeared in the eyes of the world. This chapter has been completed!