Chapter 076 Ancestral Witch Statue

Eight feet long, the egg is thick and thin, and one section is a three-foot-long three-edge gun tip. From time to time, various colors of light flashed on it. With a slight shock, it makes a buzzing sound, which is exactly the weapon created by Chang Heng himself.

After half a day of forging, Chang Heng successfully integrated some weapon remnants into the black iron spear and carved a formation in it. There are four arrays engraved with the Xuantie long gun. One is sharp. One shot can penetrate the Xuantie long gun into several feet of a big stone, and the other is the weight. It weighs only a few hundred catties in Chang Heng's hand. It hits the enemy, but it reaches thousands of pounds of horror. This is still Chang Heng's strength, and the research on the array is not thorough enough. If it is changed to The witch elders of the Xiongling tribe can increase it to tens of thousands of pounds. The third is flying, flying in the air like a flying sword, and the last one is to accelerate and improve the flight speed.

These four arrays are all derived from the refining formula of the Xiongling tribe, which is one of the simplest arrays, engraved on the Xuantie long gun by Chang Heng. Originally, there was no flying array on the witch's weapons, and the acceleration array was engraved just to be fast when attacking, while Chang Heng's long gun is different. Like a long sword, it can also be used as a flying weapon when necessary to fly a royal gun. Therefore, Chang Heng will engrave eight flying arrays and eight acceleration arrays on the long gun. Law, chain together.

Seeing the weapon he made by himself, Chang Heng was full of joy and meditated and said, "From today on, you will be called Feilian."

The long gun suddenly jumped in Chang Heng's hand, swinging and making a buzzing sound. Chang Heng laughed, and the flying gun suddenly shrank. It was swallowed by him, fell outside the golden elixir, and flew around the golden elixir at the same time as the yellow wind gourd.

Two magic weapons rotate around the golden elixir, and can also be moistened by the elixir and improve their quality. At the same time, Chang Heng also took the opportunity to sacrifice them, which has reached the heart and spirit, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Opening the stone gate, Chang Heng came out and saw two people from the Jinwu tribe waiting respectfully outside. Seeing Chang Heng coming out, one of them quickly said, "Wu Lao, please come over."

Chang Heng nodded and followed the two to the altar. He saw a group of people busy on the altar, while Wu Lao and his hands under the night stood aside and discussed a few words from time to time.

Chang Heng observed carefully and nodded secretly and thought, "It seems that they really can't wait to leave, and even the altar has begun to be dismantled."

The most difficult thing about the migration of a tribe is not the scattered items, but how to take away the altar. The altar is not only the symbol of a tribe, but also the most important item that a tribe can inherit. Without the altar, some warriors who have cultivated to the Wujing can't be promoted. This is why soldiers in small villages have to go out to join the tribe as soon as they arrive in Wuwujing. On the one hand, they can get more resources in the tribe, and on the other hand, it is also for promotion.

However, these people were extremely rude to dismantle the altar. Some of the stones that built the altar directly waved their fists and smashed them, and only Zhu Rong's statue was well protected.

Seeing Chang Heng coming, Wu Lao nodded to him. His face was very excited at night. Obviously, he accepted the position of patriarch and was thinking about how to carry forward the tribe.

Chang Heng looked at them demolishing the altar and asked, "Wu Lao, does the altar only need the ancestral witch statue? Don't bring anything else?"

Wu Lao smiled and said, "The most important thing in the altar is the ancestral and witch statue. The rest are just some building materials, which can be found everywhere."

The hand under the night listened with interest and asked, "What's so strange about the ancestral witch statue?"

"The ancestral witch statue," Wu Lao recalled and then explained in detail: "The ancestral witch statue that can be used as a sacrifice is not an ordinary statue. In short, it is not the kind of statue that can be carved and used, but a statue recognized by the ancestral witch."

Chang Heng's interest was also seduced and asked, "So how can it be recognized by Zu Wu?"

Wu Lao explained to them little by little: "To be recognized by the ancestral witch, the first thing is to choose good materials, carve the appearance of the ancestral witch, and then build an altar and sacrifice every day. If the heart is sincere enough and the idea of sacrifice is to reach the ancestral witch, the ancestral witch will lower the decree and recognize the tribe, then the tribe will be truly established, and the altar will also be recognized by the witch.

What Wu Lao said is simple, and Chang Heng can think of how difficult it is to sacrifice. Sacrifice does not mean that you can kneel down, but also need all kinds of sacrifices, some even living people as sacrifices.

Chang Heng looked at the altar, which had been demolished for most of the time. The statue of Zhu Rong slowly tilted down and was devoutly supported by several clans. The strange feeling in Chang Heng's heart reappeared and couldn't help asking, "Wu Lao, why do I think this altar is so strange, as if something is missing?"

"Something is missing?" Mr. Wu frowned and thought for a while, "I feel the same way, but I don't know exactly what it is."

When this is said, the altar has been dismantled. Except for the statue of Zhu Rong, nothing else has been brought. Zhu Rong's statue was carried devoutly by several soldiers and looked at the distance with majestic eyes.

"Okay, everything is ready, and we will go on the road as soon as possible. If it is known by other tribes or blocked by those demon kings, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will be wasted. Mr. Wu said.

30,000 people of the Jinwu tribe quietly left the fortress and walked to Black Bear Mountain. Chang Heng and his hands under the night walked in the front leading the way, and there were soldiers on both sides.

The night of the wilderness is the most dangerous. In addition to hiding at home, those barbarians will go out every night. Some of them are barbarians, and even the monsters around them dare not easily provoke. It is dangerous to travel at night, but in turn, it is safe. As long as you don't meet too powerful beasts, you can basically go out safely.

Let the hand under the night lead the way. Chang Heng walked around and checked the situation. Occasionally, he saw the ancestral witch statue being carried. His heart moved and said, "This statue is so heavy that I'll help you hold it."

Changheng sacrificed the yellow wind gourd, and the yellow wind gourd spewed out a large yellow wind and held up the statue of Zhu Rong. Chang Heng jumped to the yellow wind, and a yellow smoke rolled over the head of the Jinwu tribe and walked forward.

Sitting on the yellow wind, Chang Heng carefully studied the statue, which was no different from the statue he had seen. It was almost carved from a mold. He reached out and knocked on it. Each tribe did not dare to do this kind of action, but Chang Heng didn't care. He knocked a few times and made the sound of his fingers colliding with the stone, which was no different.

Chang Heng was surprised that there was a problem every time he saw the statue, but he couldn't find the problem. Thinking about it, suddenly the altar in the sea moved slightly, and a trace of light shot out from the statue of Zhu Rong's statue, penetrating the void and falling on the statue in front of him. The statue suddenly turned into gravel, and wisps of light melted into the air and fell on the statue in the altar.

"This?" Chang Heng was surprised and quickly looked inside and found that the statue of Zhu Rong in the altar was full of flames, which was obviously more powerful than the other two statues.

A little Mars fell from Zhu Rong's statue, turned into a pure witch power, and rushed into the Changheng meridians. Just a moment, these witch power automatically followed the cultivation method of recklessness for 36 weeks, and then Chang Heng was shocked and successfully broke through to the late stage of Wuwu.

"Can this altar devour other statues to advance?" Chang Heng's face changed greatly, and the scene in front of him all showed this point.