I saw a huge crack in the sky, and a strong human race stepped out of the abyss-like crack with his feet on the divine bridge, exuding terrifying pressure and looking like a god. This powerful human race claimed to be the ancestor of the Yu clan. His bloodline sensed the birth of the Yu clan's holy body, and he came specifically to receive it. Not only this holy body, but also the entire wandering Yu clan, he wanted to take away. Naturally, the Xuanying tribe would not have any objections to this. It was obvious that the main Yu clan came to take away their branch. Who could say anything? Besides, who dared to say anything in the face of such a powerful man who was like a god. Before leaving, the Yu family asked this ancestor to take the Xuan family and the Feng family away with them. However, upon closer inspection, the expression of this Yu Clan powerhouse suddenly changed, and he could only helplessly say: "I can't take them away. They have their own destiny. Maybe it's best to be here." The Yu family wanted to say something more, but they were politely rejected by the Feng family and the Xuan family. In their view, it was not necessarily a good thing for their small clan to be brought to the legendary prosperous place of the human race, even if there were people like the Yu family. Rich people always rely on others to take care of them, so it is better to live in this ancestral land that has existed for nearly a thousand years, at least to live comfortably. Although I don't understand what this Yu clan strongman means by fate, the two clans should just regard it as the fate of their own two clans and the smaller clan. As this strong Yu clan waved his hand, the sky cracked open again, and the other party brought many members of the Yu clan into the crack. However, what the Feng clan and the Xuan clan didn't know was that this strong man finally looked at the Xuanying Mountain. Let out a faint sigh.
"Fate..." He took a deep look at the two clans below, and a trace of reminiscence, sadness, regret and - hope flashed in his eyes. The records of the Xuanying Tribe ended here. From then on, the Yu family disappeared from the Xuanying Tribe, and the surrounding tribes had no idea what happened. But on that day, it seemed that many people had a blank area in their memories. And that big clan is far away from this place, and no one from the Yu clan has returned in these years. Perhaps they have long forgotten that there was a tribe that they once lived with in this remote place. Until now, the Xuanying Tribe has only maintained two clans: Feng and Xuan. Although the Feng clan has the smallest number of people, the overall talent of the Feng clan is surprisingly good. Every generation produces many masters, and then they become the backbone of the tribe. The top experts in the Feng Clan are often pushed to be the leader of the entire tribe. To become the leader of a tribe requires not only the support of the vast majority of the entire tribe, but also the completion of a test. In the thousand years since the founding of the Xuanying Tribe, the entire Feng clan has been elected leader more times than the Xuan clan and the Yu clan combined. However, due to the strange disasters of the Feng clan itself, only a few people are left now. That’s all. Feng Xuan's father, Feng Qinghua, was the leader of the Xuanying tribe. Three years ago, due to some reasons, he led a hunting team deep into Qishan Mountain to hunt down the remnant of a terrifying ferocious beast, which led to their return in bloodshed. The entire hunting team went on the expedition even more There were heavy casualties. Feng Qinghua finally failed to survive after struggling for several months, leaving only Feng Xuan, who was not yet 10 years old, alone in the world. From then on, Feng Xuan was the only direct descendant of the Xuan Ying Feng family, and the only remaining person was Feng Hua, the third elder who had already married to the Xuan family. Although the offspring of a married woman from the Feng family carry the blood of the Feng family, it is naturally impossible for them to have the surname Feng. And Uncle Ling is the eldest grandson of the third elder, Xuan Ling. As soon as he approached the entrance of the courtyard, Feng Xuan heard a high-pitched cry. He looked up and saw a huge black black eagle with wings spread over 10 meters flying from high in the sky and flying into the distance. When it flew further away, it flew further. You can vaguely see a figure carrying a long bow hunched over the eagle's back. Feng Xuan suddenly understood. It seemed that Uncle Ling was riding the Black Eagle and set off to look for the blood-striped mantis he had seen. The fate of the blood-striped mantis was needless to say. Pushing open the door and entering the courtyard, he put the small half-antlered deer meat in his hand into the kitchen. He saw a lot of scattered animal meat hanging on the beams of the kitchen. They were all marinated bacon or dried meat. . This is not all hunted by Feng Xuan himself, but a large part is the meat distributed by the tribe's hunting team. Every time the tribe's hunting team goes out to hunt, a part of the harvest will be distributed to the elderly, children or people in the tribe. In the hands of women who are unable to go out, the Black Eagle tribe will never ignore every member of its tribe. Fortunately, the Xuanying Tribe does not lack mineral salt. The tribe has its own salt cave. The mineral salt collected every year not only meets its own needs, but also can be sold to the merchant team or obtained from the Li Shang Tribe and others. Tribes trade. Feng Xuan has not yet broken through to the Casting Realm, and his need for food is not very big. If he is a strong Yunzang Realm like Uncle Danniu, he may be able to swallow half an antlered deer in one meal. The flesh and blood of this kind of ordinary savage beast can no longer sustain their cultivation needs, unless they swallow it in large quantities, so cultivation generally requires higher-level savage beast flesh and blood to assist their practice.
Feng Xuan knew that every body-forging realm warrior was a pot-bellied man, but at that time he was also capable of hunting better prey, Feng Xuan thought. In the yard, he was dealing with the medicinal herbs collected along the way during this trip. Most of the animal skin bags contained common herbs needed for healing and assisting in hunting. Feng Xuan sorted them one by one, classified them and dried them. After doing all this, he fetched a bucket of water from the well in the backyard and poured it over his head, happily cleaning up the stains on his body. Every time I go hunting, because of my low strength, I have to cover my body with a lot of mud and herbs to cover up the smell I carry, and to cover my whereabouts and breath. However, this body is really uncomfortable and tight, so every time Feng Xuan would clean up after returning from an outing. sunset As the three great suns moved toward the horizon one by one, another loud cry sounded over the tribe. Feng Xuan, who was practicing his fists and kicks in the courtyard, quickly looked up at the sky. Sure enough, a huge black eagle is slowly flying from the sky. If you look closely, you can see a huge emerald green mantis firmly grasped in the talons of the black eagle, and on the eagle's back The figure is still the same as when he left. Seeing this scene, Feng Xuan knew that it was Uncle Ling and Xuan Ying who had successfully hunted the blood-striped mantis and returned. It seemed to be smoother than he imagined. Yes, Uncle Ling is a master of archery in the Yunzang Realm. He can easily capture an insect beast that has only opened the Spiritual Realm, even a blood-striped mantis at the peak of the Spiritual Realm, not to mention the Black Eagle Raiding Formation. Seeing this scene, Feng Xuan also felt relieved, and then he envied when he would be like Uncle Ling and become a strong man who could walk freely in the wilderness. He couldn't help but look forward to the realm of body training. Feng Xuan ate something casually and went to bed early. The need to be highly concentrated at all times in the wild made him very tired. next day Woke up early in the morning, Feng Xuan cooked a pot of broth, took two soft green flour cakes baked on the edge of the boiler, and had a delicious meal with the salty broth, and then After closing the door, he headed towards the tribal witch worship hall. The Witch Sacrifice Hall is the most important place in the entire tribe. It is not only where the tribal totems are located, but also because the tribe's shaman sacrifices live here. Witches are the most special existence of the human race. The rise and fall of a tribe are often closely related to witches. The ability of witches not only plays a role in sacrifice, but also serves as the awakener and communicator of the totem pillar in the tribe. It is difficult for a tribe without witches to actively awaken the totem, and without the suppression of the totem spiritual power, the tribe will often be attacked by wild beasts and even desolate beasts. If things go on like this, even a powerful tribe will gradually decline until a new one comes. Witches can be born. The basic requirement for the existence of a small tribe is to have a totem. Those gathering places without a totem are just a group of wanderers. In fact, the Feng clan before joining the Black Eagle Tribe also belonged to a wandering clan. Although they were powerful, they never had a place of their own and were attacked and harassed by wild beasts from time to time. After walking for less than half a stick of incense, a green stone palace came into view. Standing at the gate of the stone palace were two teams of well-equipped warriors. Each of them had evil eyes, bulging muscles, and thick joints. At first glance, they look like elite warriors who have been killed for a long time. These are the garrison warriors in the Witch Sacrifice Palace. Each one of them is a strong man killed from the hunting team. The lowest is a warrior with a bone forging level. The team leader is a master of the Boiling Blood Realm. In the end, only the Witch Sacrifice can command them. And the leader of the tribe, but now the Xuanying tribe has no leader, so the big leader Xuan Niu will temporarily take his place. Except for going out hunting under special circumstances, Black Bull usually stays in the tribe and can arrive quickly if anything happens. The Witch Sacrifice Palace is not a benign place. Not only are there guards overtly and covertly, but there are many mazes and traps in the Witch Sacrifice Palace, as well as the most terrifying totem suppression in the tribe. Moreover, the Witch Sacrifice himself is not a helpless person. An ordinary person with strong abilities who can become a tribe's shaman priest must at least be at the level of witchcraft. Although witches are not as good at close combat as martial arts practitioners, they can already use shamanic soul power and simple spells. Only by becoming a shaman can one have shamanic soul power and communicate with sleeping totems. Besides, Xuan Ying's shaman sacrifice is not a witch but a strong man who has already entered the realm of spiritual shaman. When Feng Xuan approached, the Wudian soldiers saw Feng Xuan but did not stop him. The leader with a resolute face smiled and nodded to Feng Xuan: "Feng boy, go in, Wu Lao has been waiting for you for a long time!" Feng Xuan cupped his fists and saluted, then walked into the hall alone. In the center of the hall is a huge stone pillar. The stone pillar is carved with dense and complex patterns, including human witch patterns, flowers, birds and fish patterns. In the middle of all the patterns is a black eagle spreading its wings to fly.
This is the totem pole. It is said that it is an artifact that only the white shaman of the totem level can make. As for the level of the totem level, Feng Xuan is not clear. I just heard the old witch said that it is a level of strong people that even the Li Shang tribe does not possess. . You must know that Li Shang is the only medium-sized tribe in the surrounding area for hundreds of miles. Even they have never had a strong person of this level. You can imagine what kind of strong person this level is. The old witch once told Feng Xuan that in fact, the totems owned by the surrounding small tribes were incomplete totems. The so-called incomplete totem naturally means that the totem is incomplete and its power can no longer be exerted to one-tenth, but it still has a level of pressure on the savage beasts, which can protect a human tribe. There are many reasons why it is incomplete, such as the foundation being damaged in a battle, or the animal spirit in the totem pole dying, and the spirit added afterwards is either not of sufficient level or incompatible with it, so in the end only part of the power of the totem itself can be activated. But this kind of incomplete totem also has an advantage, that is, it can be traded, and as long as the human race gets it, it can be used. However, the totem of the Black Eagle Tribe is complete, and the totem itself is relatively intact. The animal spirit in the totem was once the spirit of the Sky-Splitting Black Eagle at the Sky Control Realm level. This was the guardian beast of the Black Eagle Tribe a thousand years ago, just like the Black Eagle of the tribe now. Of course, this is not the Black Eagle Tribe killing their own guardian Black Eagle to sacrifice its soul, but the Black Eagle has reached the end of its lifespan and voluntarily became the Totem Spirit to continue to protect the Black Eagle Tribe. Such a totem is generally called a heritage totem, which is a totem pole that other clans cannot use because it cannot be recognized by the beast spirit inside, unless the totem spirit living inside is killed and another beast spirit is refined into it, but it is difficult to ensure the integrity of the totem. Becoming a Totem Spirit also has certain benefits for the wild beast, that is, it can continue to extend its lifespan for two thousand years until the totem pole can no longer extend its life and lock its soul. However, becoming a Totem Spirit means that from now on, it can basically only stay by the Totem Pole and no longer have freedom. The Totem Pole is the carrier that protects their souls from dissipating. They can only fall into a deep sleep most of the time and can only wake up for a while when they fight. There is only one thing, the soul of the human race itself cannot become the spirit of the totem. Feng Xuan does not know why this is, and he is not very interested. The process of the totem pole accumulating soul power on its own is very slow. Generally, there are several common ways to quickly replenish its soul power. First, only the witch monks can inject it with replenishing soul power to speed up the process. Second, through sacrifice, killing and sacrificing a large number of wild beasts, the scattered souls can also replenish its soul power. The third is the population of the tribe and the fluctuation of the belief totem. In theory, as long as the tribe believes in the totem and recognizes the more people who recognize the totem, the totem can be restored by absorbing the free soul power of these beliefs. This way of absorbing faith will not cause any harm to believers. It is said that those large tribes with large populations even have multiple totems to protect them. The soul power fluctuations generated by the tribe alone can meet the needs of the totem for war, but small tribes obviously do not have these conditions, so unless the situation is urgent, small tribes will not easily use totems to fight. Feng Xuan walked into the hall. He didn't see anyone except the totem pole. Feng Xuan was not surprised. Wu Lao never liked to stay in this cold hall. Feng Xuan walked towards the Baicao Hall behind the hall. As expected, he could hear Wu Lao's voice from a distance. Feng Xuan's mouth twitched. He knew that Wu Lao was scolding Shuang Niu'er again. Shuang Niu'er's real name was Xuan Shuang. She was a friend who had played with Feng Xuan since childhood. She was also one of the only two people in this generation who had the potential to practice witchcraft. The other one was naturally Feng Xuan. But this made the entire Xuanying tribe extremely happy. In the past few decades, it was good to have one person with the talent to become a witch cultivator. But this generation actually had two, and there was no one in the previous decades. Feng Xuan was tested to have the talent to become a witch cultivator when he was five years old, so he began to learn witchcraft and pharmacology from the witch in advance. "Why are you so stupid? You are really going to piss me off. I have told you so many times that ginger fennel and heather leaves cannot be boiled at the same time. You must first boil the heather leaves and filter out the residue before you can start boiling ginger fennel with the remaining juice. The fire cannot be turned off in the middle until two bowls of water are boiled into one bowl to be qualified." "Woo woo... Wu Lao, I was wrong. I shouldn't have boiled them together." "And you told me that I asked you to grind kudzu root and imperata root into powder and give them to the belly bird and golden pheasant respectively. You actually cut them into small pieces and let them eat them directly? It really piss me off!" "Woo woo..."
Feng Xuan was speechless. The decoction of ginger fennel and heather leaves was used to treat the bloating of the bighorn cattle that transported supplies for the tribe. The horn cattle often bloated because they ate too many dry vines. But if the order of boiling the medicine soup is not distinguished, it will be a strong laxative. It does solve the bloating of the bighorn cattle, but I don't know if it will cause collapse. The reason why the pheasant and golden pheasant eat the powder of kudzu root and imperata root is to increase the frequency of egg laying. However, the chicken and bird have standard rectums and are not able to digest the whole root by themselves. They will also get stuck in the intestines easily. They can only hope for the best. Feng Xuan saw a slightly fat old man in gray robe scolding a beautiful girl from a distance. The old man in gray robe is Wu Lao. Wu Lao is a pure Wu Dao cultivator. In his words, being a Wu cultivator is something that ordinary people envy. It is a waste of time to practice martial arts. There may not be one person who can practice Wu Dao in a thousand people. Moreover, the records of the tribe mentioned that after Wu Dao is practiced to the white witch realm, even if the Wu cultivator is not good at fighting, it is not comparable to ordinary martial arts cultivators. Feng Xuan didn't know how old Wu Lao was. Anyway, even the oldest elder among the tribe elders respectfully called Wu Lao Uncle. The life span of the human race in the Great Wilderness is generally not too long, but witches usually live much longer than martial artists. Because long-term practice of martial arts will lead to the accumulation of hidden injuries in the body, and long-term fighting of martial artists will naturally lead to the reduction of life span. However, the martial artists in the wilderness do not care about this. No one knows whether they will die at any time due to disasters or battles. Who cares about life span? Those who can live to the end of their lives are lucky. Shuangniuer is the daughter of Uncle Ling. She has been childhood sweethearts with Feng Xuan since she was a child. She has a beautiful face, short hair that makes her look like a tomboy, and her figure is rare in the tribe. "Thin" You should know that according to the tradition of the Xuan clan, even the women in the clan are mostly strong and plump, and the men in the tribe also think that such women are the type they like, not only can they give birth, but they are also good at work. On the contrary, not many people are interested in "thin girls" like Shuangniu. Perhaps because she inherited the blood of the Feng clan, Shuangniu also has black pupils like him, while the rest of the Xuan clan tribe are mostly dark brown like Xuanying.