Prehistoric: From Witch Soldiers to Hunyuan Wuji Luoxian

Chapter 77 Eight-faced Tianwu, the Tribe of the Wind

In the stone hall, Xuanyuan Cauldron, God of Witchcraft, became two feet tall. Wu Yang entered the cauldron and began to sacrifice the Wuguang Hanming Armor.

As Wu Yang's strength improved, his physical body also became taller.

Normally, when Wu Clan's real body is not used, Wu Yang's physical body has already reached a height of one foot. If he reveals his real body with all his strength, it can reach [-] feet.

Although size does not absolutely represent strength, the bigger the body, the stronger the strength. This standard can still be used as a reference most of the time.

"Dang! Dang!"

In Xuanyuan Cauldron of the Witch God, Wu Yang worked hard to forge witch treasures, and the sound of tinkling can be heard endlessly.

Wu Peng led the people to forge Wu Bao in the main hall, and when he heard the sound from the second brother's stone hall, he knew it was the second brother who had left the customs.

"Second brother is dedicated to studying the way of refining weapons, so I will manage the forging hall for him, so that he can practice without any worries."

With a firm gaze, Wu Peng turned around and continued to lead the crowd in forging Wu Bao.

It is worth mentioning that Wuman has made rapid progress over the years, and now he can independently refine Liuding Xuanmingjia.

Now in the forging hall, apart from Wu Yang, only Wu Peng and Wu Man can refine this top-grade Acquired Wu Treasure.

As for Wu Yu and Wu Lin, they are still at the level of high-grade Wubao, and the best of the other members is the refining level of middle-grade Wubao.

But with them, the Forging Palace can already operate independently, without Wu Yang intervening in anything.

In the forging room, Wu Yang went all out to refine Wubao. He had already been familiar with the refining of Wuguang Hanmingjia, but he still didn't have any carelessness when operating it.

Light and fire radiated everywhere, visions appeared, Wu Yang swayed his divine power, and a piece of treasure armor kept churning in the furnace fire.

Abundant spiritual energy was poured into the Wushen Xuanyuan cauldron, and then it was compatible with the treasure armor little by little, boosting its unparalleled power.

Between the flickering and extinguishing of the brilliance, the treasure armor has already taken shape, and it has gradually stabilized in Wu Yang's continuous sacrificial training.

A large amount of spiritual energy was absorbed by the armor, complicated patterns emerged, and powerful power was solidified into the armor.

"Open the furnace!"

With a cheer, Wu Yang opened the Xuanyuan Cauldron of the Witch God, and the treasure armor flew into the air, bursting out with brilliant rays of light.

Wu Yang recruited the treasure armor into his hands, and looked it up and down.

"It's done, this treasure armor is perfect, it can be called the acquired treasure."

Wu Yang forged the treasure armor, and after checking it, he immediately went to the tribe where the great witch Feng Bo was.

Bamian Tianwu is the Ancestral Witch of Wind, and his tribe is not far from that of Qiangliang Ancestor Witch.

When Wu Yang came, no one stopped him.

On the contrary, the blood centipede outside the tribe got the information immediately, and he woke up excitedly from the retreat.

"Wu Yang left the tribe? In what direction?"

The blood centipede's eyes flickered red. He had been looking forward to this moment for thousands of years, waiting for Wu Yang to leave the tribe, and then kill him.

When the blood monkey asked, he hesitated and replied:

"My lord, after Wu Yang left, he went to another tribe. It seems to be the tribe of Wu Yang, the ancestor of the wind."

Over the years, they have figured out the basic situation of the Wu clan, and even the distribution of the Wu clan tribes, and the identities and strengths of the ancestor witches have been recorded one by one by the blood centipede.

"Go to the tribe of Bamian Tianwu?"

The blood centipede frowned slightly, he was extremely afraid of the ancestor witch, even some big witches made the blood centipede dare not act rashly.

Wu Yang went to Bamian Tianwu's tribe, which obviously made the blood centipede very difficult.

"The tribes of Bamian Tianwu and Qiangliang are not far away, and there are many Wu tribe creatures going back and forth between the two Wu tribes. It may not be easy to do something here."

The blood centipede has a cautious temperament and is most afraid of death, so he is unwilling to risk his own life.

"Blood monkey, take the little ones, let's go and see together!"

The blood centipede didn't want to give up, this was an opportunity they had waited for thousands of years to discover.

If I miss it again, I don't know how long I will have to wait.

The blood centipede drove a cloud of blood, leading a hundred and ten powerful subordinates, and headed towards the direction of the Bamian Tianwu tribe.

Wu Yang went all the way to the tribe. Although the tribe of Bamian Tianwu was the same as the tribe of Qiangliang Zuwu, there were quite a few differences in the subtleties.

There are many mysterious lines engraved in the Bamian Tianwu tribe. When Wu Yang approached the lines on a stone temple, there was a slight gust of wind passing by.

"Those lines contain the power of Xunfeng, could it be the Eight Faced Heaven Wu?"

Wu Yang looked at the lines in front of him, there was a powerful force dormant inside, and the effect was unknown.

He walked all the way, and found that every stone temple has this kind of pattern, they are similar, there are slight differences, in Wu Yang's view, this is more like a special sequence.

"Brother Wu Yang!"

Just when Wu Yang was wondering secretly, Uncle Feng appeared in front of him.

Wu Yang was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly saluted and said:
"See Dawu, the witch armor has been refined, and I came here to give it to Dawu!".

Uncle Feng was overjoyed when he heard the words, but he didn't ask Wu Jia directly, but took Wu Yang's hand and let him go to his hall.

"Hahaha, Brother Wu Yang is indeed a believer. In less than 300 years, the treasure armor was successfully refined! It is rare for you to come to our tribe. Today is coming to my hall. Let's get drunk!"

Uncle Feng couldn't help saying, he pulled Wu Yang and left.

In front of this great witch, even if Wu Yang wanted to break free, it was impossible for Wu Yang to let Feng Bo drag him into the hall.

Feng Bo is the number one great witch in the Bamiantian Wu tribe, so his temple is naturally not comparable to ordinary great witches.

"Come on, quickly present all the fine wine and fairy wine, I want to get drunk with Brother Wu Yang!"

Uncle Feng laughed loudly, there were attendants in the hall immediately, and all kinds of delicacies were served quickly.

"Why does the great witch need to spend money, I came here this time just to give away the witch armor."

When others are so polite, Wu Yang naturally wants to decline.

Uncle Feng shook his head and laughed loudly, pulling Wu Yang tightly.

"The treasure armor refined by Brother Wu Yang is extremely effective. If you didn't think highly of me, who else in this huge tribe of twelve ancestral witches could make witch armor for me?"

Uncle Feng's words are true, the precious armor refined by Wu Yang can be said to be scorpion shit, the only one.

The aroma of wine came to the nostrils. This is the fairy wine brewed in the Fengbo tribe. It is brewed with ninety-nine and 81 kinds of spiritual fruits and elixir. It tastes so delicious that even a god can get drunk.

"Brother, come and taste it. This is the immortal wine I brewed myself. I learned the recipe from a fellow Taoist from a foreign race."

Uncle Feng enthusiastically poured wine for Wu Yang. The Jiulong bowl carved by beautiful jade was full of a large bowl of immortal wine. The color of amber and the charming smell of wine made people salivate when they smelled it.

On the stone table next to it is a display of all kinds of delicacies, including fairy fruits, spirit springs, and delicious meat. These are all beasts hunted and killed by the tribe's children, and the worst that can be served are golden fairy-level flesh and blood.

Wu Yang couldn't shirk it, he also wanted to taste the good wine of the tribe, so he stopped being polite, took the Nine Dragon Jade Bowl, and started to drink with Feng Bo.

(End of this chapter)