The ancestor of the barbarians burped with satisfaction, and the air in the cave suddenly became even more polluted.
An Wushen couldn't stand it anymore, so he punched out a few blasts of strong wind outside the cave, taking away the turbid air from the cave.
The ancestor of the barbarians wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, and said to Shi Yu and the others with a smile: "This is good wine, please wait a moment, I have to recover!"
Throwing away the stone bowl, the ancestor of the barbarians rolled into the mud on the ground, and was immediately covered in pickled fish. Even Shi Yu and the others had a lot of splashes on them.
The thirteen witches outside the house saw him lying on the ground, and quickly walked into the house, took out countless broken pieces and threw them beside him.
With a slight shake, Shi Yuzhen was covered in dirt and looked at the ancestor of the barbarians curiously, but he couldn't figure out why.
I could only vaguely make out a few bones and some herbs, but I had no idea what the other colorful powders and juices were.
What is surprising is that the ancestor of the barbarians recovered quickly from his serious injuries. Waves of white air spurted out from the pores around his body, bringing out traces of congestion, and even the fist marks on his chest and back.
All the swellings calmed down one by one, and in a blink of an eye he was a good man again.
Shi Yu pointed at the ancestor of the barbarians in surprise, turned to God Anwu and said: "God Anwu, this is more powerful than the secret medicine of the pharmacist Wu!"
An Wushen also looked solemnly at the Barbarian ancestor who was recovering rapidly, nodded slightly and said: "Each world has its own magic, and the wilderness should not be underestimated!"
"Haha! That's of course! Even though I, Manghuang, have declined now, I, Manghuang, was the first to appear in this void!
It’s not an exaggeration to say that he is the ancestor of all realms! This mud soup contains my essence, blood, and divine power from thousands of generations, which is a great tonic! It’s perfect for treating myself!”
The ancestor of the barbarians lying on the ground said proudly, regardless of the muddy water mixed with messy things rolling into his mouth.
After hearing about the unique tonic, Kui San was driven by curiosity. He scraped his body with his fingers, put some muddy water on his lips, and reluctantly licked it.
No one noticed his movement, except the ancestor of the barbarians. But he just pretended not to see it and secretly expected it in his heart.
Kui San, who was licking the muddy water, suddenly screamed and beat himself in the face desperately. His face instantly swelled like a pig's head.
Immediately afterwards, he began to tear apart his clothes frantically, and stabbed his body with his mallet-like fingers, and a bloody hole emerged from each poke.
Shi Yu was shocked and hurriedly jumped in front of Kui San, grabbed his big hand and shouted: "Kui San! What's wrong?"
The ancestor of the barbarians, who continued to roll in the mud soup, let out a gloating laugh, "You are so courageous that you dare to taste my eternal blood. Even if a thousand-year master comes, he may not be able to withstand it. He is a calf.
The body can be collected."
Shi Yu was shocked and angry. He immediately locked the position of the drop of essence and blood, pressed one palm on Kui San's chest, and activated the Devouring Essence Meridian immediately.
"Huh? You know this kind of evil and vicious technique?" the ancestor of the barbarians said in surprise.
The thirteen witches who were the first to fight against Shi Yu cast disgusted looks from outside the cave, "They are all guilty of this life!"
Shi Yu didn't seem to hear anything, but just ran the Yuan Devouring Meridian with all his strength. The Yuan Power contained in that drop of essence and blood was indeed majestic, and the blood hole in Lian Kuisan's belly was completely closed.
But this is not the real cause of Kuisan's pain, but the memories of the ancestors of the barbarians that are filled in their essence and blood.
As the Yuanli rolled into Kui San's body, it simultaneously attacked his soul.
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The endless tearing pain was the culprit of Kui San's self-mutilation.
Shi Yu's soul was extremely powerful, so he was naturally not afraid. He comforted Kui San, looked at the mud spots on everyone's bodies, and said coldly: "What a good idea! Do you want to catch us all in one go?"
The ancestor of the barbarians curled his lips in disdain, "We are all here. If I want your lives, do I still need to use conspiracy and tricks? Don't forget, the Tianwu Palace is just a node of my formation. When it reaches the center of the formation, how can it be better than there?
weak?"
Shi Yu's expression changed drastically and he looked around. Everyone else immediately became nervous.
The ancestor of the barbarians shook his head, "Hey, weren't you a very fierce kid just now? You want to tear apart a piece of my skull, you are really louder than Yu Luyao.
Don’t worry, I don’t want to kill anyone now, so I’ll let you go and mess with that little guy Yu Tong. None of the young people know how to respect their elders.”
Shi Yu looked at the ancestor of the barbarians with suspicion, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, and choked:
"Your ancestral land is so powerful, why did you let Yu Tong get it?"
The ancestor of the barbarians sat up lazily, stretched out his hand and wiped his face. His face, which was originally just stained with muddy water, suddenly became colorful, no different from a scary wild ghost.
"It's not because I died early! As soon as I died, these losers threw away all the things I left behind and tried to do some witchcraft. In the end, they could only waste their saliva and curse others, but no one could beat them!
Without enough energy, it is impossible to activate the world-protecting formation, so when Yu Tong comes, there will be no resistance here!
Didn’t these thirteen wizards wake me up again and activate the world-protecting formation?" The ancestor of the barbarians pointed at the dozen old men who had already walked out of the house and said unceremoniously.
"Witch Emperor, what you said is wrong! Witchcraft is the foundation of Manghuang. You have decided this a long time ago." A hoarse voice came from outside the house.
"Bullshit Witch Emperor! That bastard is just my first life. If I had known better, I shouldn't have done such nonsense.
Fortunately, I died early, otherwise, according to the crooked ways I followed in my first life, the clan would have been filled with people like you who are neither humans nor ghosts, and all that will be left is an old guy with a mouth."
The ancestor of the barbarians grunted, got up from the muddy water, walked outside the cave, jumped into a large steaming stone cauldron, splashed a few times to wash away the dirt, and came back dripping wet.
After hearing such vulgar and self-deprecating words, Shi Yu realized that the ancestor of the barbarians in front of him was actually the reincarnation, and he also understood that what Yu Tong snatched must be his divine skull from his previous life.
"Okay! It's almost done. You outsider bastards, if you want to ask anything, just ask it. After you ask it, get out of here!"
"Oh, by the way, just call me Wu Qianman." Wu Qianman healed his scar and forgot about the pain, and his words could easily make people angry.
"Although your formation is wonderful, we are not afraid of it. If we fight, both sides will be hurt, and Manghuang will lose nothing!" Tuoba Martial God was extremely dissatisfied with Wu Qianman's arrogance, and frowned and said coldly.
"What are you afraid of? Just destroy it. It's just a good time to test how much power I have left in the witchcraft formation left by me in my previous lives.
You have fought one of the puppets in the formation, my wife who has been dead for countless years. She only has less than 10% of the power of the big formation. How does it feel?
Oh, I still remember what I said when setting up the formation, whoever dares to destroy my vast world will suffer the pain of chaos day after day, and his descendants and relatives will also become the prostitutes of the world. If you are not afraid, just give it a try.
.”
Wu Qianman shook the juice from his body and smiled at Tuoba Martial God.
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With his rough and bold posture, his face suddenly turned ugly. He stopped Tuoba Martial God who was still about to speak, wanting to finish the question as soon as possible.
"Then you, reincarnation of the world master? Why are your cultivation levels so low? You were robbed of the skull of your previous life by Yu Tong, and you didn't even think about getting it back?"
"Thirteen witches, thirteen losers! They only know how to practice spells! Let Yu Tong snatch my head so easily!" Wu Qianman said and became angry again, kicking out the stone bowl that fell on the ground.
Hit an old man on the head.
The old man fainted without even making a sound. Several other people hurriedly picked him up and threw him into the stone cauldron that Wu Qianman had just soaked in. They also often threw strange things into it.
Looking at the panicked Thirteen Witches, Wu Qianman snorted coldly and continued:
"What's so great about World Lord? I'm not reincarnated with all the cultivation I've done over the years. I can only say that I still have this title, but my strength is not worthy of it.
Even if he wakes up long ago, the most he can do is destroy his skull so that Yu Tong can’t succeed, let alone snatch it back. Alas! I hit the wrong person again, it’s me who should be hit!”
Shi Yu looked at Wu Qianman who suddenly blamed himself, dumbfounded, and asked: "What's so magical about your skull? Yu Tong insists on snatching it away?"
"Fate-testing! Bad luck! All witchcraft in the world comes from my family, and the true meaning of all the witchcraft in my past life is all in that skull.
He snatched it just because he wanted to know his destiny and avoid disaster." Wu Qianman said.
Shi Yu sighed softly in his heart, Yu Tong had such a treasure, even if his cultivation level was far superior to him, it would not be so easy to catch it.
"Then how to crack it? You can't say that if you get this skull, you will have good luck throughout your life, right?" Shi Yu asked.
Wu Qianman laughed loudly and said: "If there is such a magic, how can our Wu clan be reduced to the situation where we can go to the Xiyue Realm to catch a few people and eat them, but we will lose our troops."
The deduction of witchcraft is all based on the strong guessing of God's will by the true soul. The stronger it is, the more accurate it may be, but it is not foolproof, and it cannot be even 30% accurate.
But as long as you make a mistake in one mission, you will either die or be injured. What's the point of not breaking it?"
"The more I listen, the more confused I become. One moment you say you can test your destiny and bad luck, and the next you say it's useless to measure it accurately. What should I think?" Shi Yu asked doubtfully.
"Haha, idiot! I told you it's all based on the true soul! If he uses it to test people who are much worse than him, he will definitely hit the mark.
If we were to test someone who was almost the same as him, the chance would be at most 30%.
But if you are going to test someone who is a hundred times stronger than him, isn't it because you are full? There is only one chance in a million that he can really catch it?" Wu Qianman shook his head repeatedly, showing disdain for Shi Yu's ignorance.
Shi Yu calmed down for a moment, and he really wasn't afraid of Yu Tong when it came to the true spirit of the soul.
"Then how should I crack it?" Shi Yu didn't want any omissions in his preparation, but still kept asking.
Wu Qianman's smile gradually solidified, and he whispered: "It's easy to crack it, you and him are life-and-death enemies, right?
You put a curse on yourself and curse those who judge your fate to share your fate.
Then if you feel that there is a sudden causal connection, commit suicide quickly, and he may die too.
How about it? Isn’t this a great idea? If you want, I can help you now!”
"Isn't this nonsense?" Kui San suddenly shouted, "Why not just curse him to death, but also curse yourself?"
Wu Qianman grinned and said, "Do you think you can win by just talking? Do you have the same idea as those thirteen idiots outside?"
