When Feng Xuan heard this, he suddenly felt cold all over and could not stop sweating. He didn't expect that he hadn't revealed any information about the Bronze Space. He just mentioned that there was a treasure integrated into his soul, and asked the old wizard to say this. Feng Xuan had a dry throat, so he poured himself a bowl of hot tea, and drank it in one gulp regardless of the scalding hot tea soup. A warrior of the Boiling Blood level would naturally not be afraid of this temperature, even for the relatively fragile mouth and esophagus. The hot tea soup seemed to dispel the inexplicable chill. "Mr. Wu, what is this?" Feng Xuan asked dryly. The old witch also calmed down at this time, held the tea bowl, took a sip and said: "Any treasure that can involve the soul, if it is refined the day after tomorrow, is the only witch cultivator above the white witch realm of my human race and the Taikoo Ten who have long been exterminated. The Soul Clan, one of the major races, can create it. Needless to say, the Soul Clan has been exterminated long ago. For thousands of years, as for our human race, the totem pole is the most representative artifact. However, the function of the totem pole is to accommodate the beast soul and drive the beast soul to fight. It cannot be directly absorbed into the soul. If you want to refine something that can absorb the soul The treasure requires at least one witch cultivator from the legendary black witch realm to create it.” Speaking of this, Mr. Wu took a deep look at Feng Xuan. "Do you know what the black witch realm represents?" Feng Xuan was naturally puzzled and looked at Old Wu with doubtful eyes. The old witch did not wait for Feng Xuan to answer, and continued to talk to himself: "It is said that there are gods in the world, and the gods are angry and all the bones wither. This is the praise of all living beings for the power of the gods, and the gods referred to here mostly refer to martial arts cultivators. The fourth realm of the system, the giant spirit realm! The dharma body here is also the natal magical power of the giant spirit realm. The dharma body here is not the weak body like your Uncle Danniu. You will naturally understand this later, so I won’t go into details. You just need to remember that every giant spirit realm The monks are the earthly gods walking in the world."
"With the power of an earthly god, if he wants to destroy my Xuanying Mountain, he only needs a light palm, and the entire Xuanying Mountain will be leveled to the ground and become a thing of the past. There is no need to question whether an earthly god can do this. , Thousand-foot Dharmakaya, you can move mountains and reclaim seas with just a wave of your hand.” The old witch paused and continued: "As for the shaman cultivators in the black witch realm, even these gods-like existences will feel jealous and fearful, because they can play with souls and play with the souls of living beings in the applause. And each of them is a nearly invincible existence at the same level. This is the foundation of my human race, the backing of my human race, and treasures that can be integrated into the soul can only be refined by these witch cultivators who are afraid of even the gods. In the same way, if it were not for the soul treasure refined the day after tomorrow, it would be impossible for heaven and earth to refine it. The natural birth of the world can be related to the soul, and its preciousness is even more than this." Feng Xuan was stunned. This was the first time he heard so much news. The information contained in these words simply made him unable to recover for a long time. Feng Xuan, the soul clan of the ten ancient races, naturally knew about it, but he didn't know that the soul clan had been exterminated! Who can wipe out the Soul Clan, one of the ten major races? The fourth realm of martial arts can actually be called a god on earth! And after the white witch is the black witch, and the black witch is a being that is feared by gods and even all races? Could it be that my bronze space is a treasure left by the black witch? Too many questions filled Feng Xuan. Only now did he understand why he had a premonition that he did not dare to tell others about the Bronze Space easily. The involvement was too great. Seeing Feng Xuan's stupid look, Wu Lao was also secretly happy. He was also shocked by the news that this brat said just now. If he hadn't watched this brat grow up, his relationship with the tribe would not be known. Even the old wizard couldn't guarantee that he would be able to endure the desire to snatch it. The old witch interrupted Feng Xuan's demented state and continued: "The reason why I am telling you this is to let you understand that what you got is too involved. Once you leave this witch sacrificial hall, don't mention this to anyone again." Not even Xuan Niu or Xuan Ling. If anyone questions your abnormality, blame it on me, but remember not to mention this related matter again." Feng Xuan nodded to express his understanding. Mr. Wu had told him this for his own sake. If he didn't understand the seriousness of this matter, then he would be an idiot. The old witch pinched the roll of animal skin, and his face suddenly looked a little strange. Why was this so-called secret formula of blood glue oil so similar to the animal glue oil he gave to Feng Xuan? It was just that a few more herbs were added to it, and the refining method was a little different. In and out. Feng Xuan saw Elder Wu staring at the animal skin with a gloomy and thoughtful look on his face, so he simply broke the jar and threw it. Anyway, Elder Wu basically knew his situation, and his little Jiujiu could not be hidden in front of these old foxes. Can't live. "Mr. Wu, this blood glue oil is derived from the treasure I obtained. It can increase the absorption power of the medicine from the original 30% to about 60%, which greatly reduces the time required for cultivation." Hearing Feng Xuan's words, Wu Lao suddenly realized that he was right. This thing was a stronger secret medicine formula derived from his own animal glue oil! The old witch looked at the animal skin again and said in amazement: "Tsk tsk, this effect can match those of the secret medicine formulas of the body forging realm treasured by the big tribes. It seems that the treasure you got is specially used to derive the secret medicine. Let's pass on the treasure, so there's a high probability It is a treasure left behind by a strong man in the black witch realm who is good at refining medicine. Witch cultivators are good at deduction and research. Such a treasure is not bad. Although it cannot directly increase your combat ability, it will be of great benefit to your future practice. , Not bad!” The old man Wu analyzed confidently, not even seeing Feng Xuan's increasingly weird expression on the side. "Well...." Feng Xuan swallowed the rest of his words when he saw Mr. Wu confidently analyzing and nodding in admiration from time to time.
Forget it, let's just treat it like this. Anyway, I mainly want to inform the wizard of the secret medicine formula and contribute to the tribe to enhance the tribe's heritage. Feng Xuan really didn't dare to irritate the old man anymore. He vaguely realized that maybe his bronze scroll was not that simple, because it was a treasure that could even be deduced from martial arts. It even purified the essence of the soul and automatically made him slow down. The ability to absorb does not require him to take the initiative to slowly absorb it. He does not need to deliberately meditate and practice to continue to grow his soul power. He only needs to harvest some beast souls regularly. Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment and then said: "Mr. Wu, I should be able to provide more of this formula in the future, but it will take a long time to deduce it, and it can only be deduced based on my own cultivation realm and knowledge. I We need more books recording all types of knowledge.” "Hey, there are also cultivation limitations and cognitive limitations. Not bad, not bad. This can train a witch cultivator better. It seems that it is the inheritance of a strong man in the black witch realm with a peaceful personality. What a thoughtful thought!" The old witch shook his head. 's sigh. Feng Xuan was speechless as he watched the white-haired old man in front of him talk to himself, and secretly complained in his heart: "Why didn't I realize that Old Wu had such a rich imagination before?" Feng Xuan took this opportunity to drink a few large bowls of tea quietly, and quickly left when he noticed the evil look in the old Wu's eyes. As soon as Feng Xuan left, Wu Lao slumped down on the wicker chair and looked at the sky with some sadness. “I don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse!” ... Feng Xuan stood outside the Witch Sacrifice Hall, looking up at the sky, thinking about what he still lacked with his current strength. Suddenly Feng Xuan's eyes lit up and he immediately ran towards the martial arts hall.