What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 203 Wuzu
For several days, Xu Ji was looking for a way.

He wanted to go to find the sunflower water thing, but he rejected the idea at the very beginning.

Because if this happens, I am afraid it will be an infinite set of dolls.

Moreover, the process is too complicated and the cost is too high.

For this mythical world, I'm afraid it's better than nothing!

Therefore, he can only hold coal and conduct various experiments.

Tried washing it with water, also tried mixing it with dirt.

These methods are effective, but limited.

And it still hasn't solved the problem of safe mining!

For a moment, Xu Ji froze a little.

Until late June, he had no clue.

At this time, the silk reeling machines equipped with windmills were put into use.

Xu Ji still has no way to solve the problem of coal mining.

So much so that even class became boring.

I just teach some junior high school content, and I often forget to assign my favorite after-school homework.

Until one day, after Xu Ji failed in another attempt, he threw the coal into the river a little annoyed.

But it happened to be seen by Yingdao who had just returned from Pingyuan County by boat.

"Tianzun seems to be holding the stone fire of the Wu clan in his hand just now..." He muttered.

In the next moment, Yingdao saw the figure of Tianzun, appearing in front of him.

"What did you just say?"

Ying Dao raised his head, and said respectfully: "Just now, the student saw that the thing you are holding in your hand seems to be similar to the stone fire of the Wu clan..."

"Witch Clan?" Xu Ji blinked.

"Yeah!" Ying Dao didn't take it seriously: "It's the Wu clan..."

"In the southwestern part of the Qin Kingdom, there are stretches of mountains, in which the witches and human races live together!"

"Students have seen the Wu clan digging dangerous stone fires in the mountains, and then bringing them back to the clan as fuel..."

Xu Ji listened and asked, "Aren't the witches afraid of that stone fire?"

"Of course!" Yingdao replied, "There are more than just students..."

"Anyway, in Qin State, people of the Wu Clan have never been afraid of stone fire..."

Xu Ji listened with burning eyes, and then asked: "Yingdao..."

"How many witches are there in Qin?"

"A lot!" Ying Dao said without thinking too much: "The Qin State of the students was established by constantly seizing land and regaining mountains and rivers from the witches and demons!"

"Oh!" Xu Ji nodded.

"Qin, right?"

In the next moment, he was riding the big buffalo without a trace.

Yingdao raised his head, slightly puzzled.

"It's strange, why did Master Zhang ask me these things?"

However, he didn't think too deeply.

………………

On the upper reaches of the great river, the state of Qin hangs down to the west.

Surrounded by mountains, there are many ominous valleys.

Countless huge skeletons were nailed to the cliffs with great force.

Flood Dragon, Ba Snake, Elephant...

Even the heads of real dragons were nailed to the peaks.

Xu Ji slowly watched everything in front of him.

I only feel the wild, ancient and tragic atmosphere rushing towards my face.

"Witch Clan..." he thought.

The black Excalibur in his hand reflected the shadows of stalwarts.

They are so huge that they almost stand up to the sky.

One punch shatters the stars, one foot shatters the sky.

In front of these majestic figures, even the mountains and rivers seemed extremely small.

Every fairy god can only be reduced to dust in front of these figures.

Their strength is beyond doubt.

It is even unpredictable!

Looking at the past events reflected by the Excalibur, Xu Ji probably understood.

The witch clan is probably an extremely ancient race in this mythical world.

Their strength in ancient times was even devastating.

Those twelve phantoms almost covered the sky and the earth.

Just don't know, how did they disappear?

But one thing is for sure...

These shadows are no longer there.

But now, what he saw was probably the remaining part of the descendants of that extremely ancient and powerful race in the human world.

He rode a big buffalo and fell slowly.

As soon as he landed in the valley, Xu Ji saw a giant figure walking in the valley.

He is at least ten feet tall, and looks exactly like a human race.

But his whole body was covered with incomparably hard muscles, and his whole body was filled with scorching blood.

His earlobes were so large that they almost fell to his shoulders.

There were two small silver snakes hanging on the earlobe, and the two small snakes dangled on the earlobe, making a hissing sound from time to time.

On his body, he simply wore a skirt made of animal skin, and the hair on his head was messy.

He dragged a huge long snake in his hand, which was three feet long.

Apparently caught in this river.

And at a glance, he knew that he was beaten to death with his fist.

He found Xu Ji, and stopped at what kind, his eyes full of vigilance.

The little snake hanging on the earlobe slowly raised its head and opened its abdomen. The snake letter kept spitting out, making a threatening hissing sound.

Xu Ji looked at him, this strange ancient race that had never been seen before.

Soon, Xu Ji discovered that the little snake on the giant's earlobe lived in symbiosis with his ear.

Moreover, Xu Ji is very familiar with the martial arts qi and blood wrapped around him.

In modern times, the martial arts taught by the old gods are very similar to him.

"So, the witch clan is the source of martial arts?" Xu Ji recalled the image reflected by the divine sword.

With one punch, the mountains and rivers shattered and the stars burst.

With one step, even the sky will be crushed!

Is the end of martial arts so terrifying?
"Taoist Wuna!" The giant finally spoke: "This is the territory of the Hanging Snake Clan!"

"We don't welcome outsiders!"

For the Witch Clan, outsiders, no matter if they were the Monster Clan or the Human Clan, would only bring danger.

The ancestral spirit has warned him countless times.

Don't trust the human race, don't trust the demon race.

Especially don't believe in heaven.

Xu Ji looked at him and found that the muscles of this Wu tribe were all unease.

He is afraid.

"Don't be afraid!" Xu Ji said: "I just heard that there are descendants of the Wu clan here, so come and see... There is no malice!"

The giant frowned, and he looked at the person in front of him.

The biggest weakness of the witch clan is that they cannot understand cause and effect, and cannot practice the method of divine passage.

They are a race of pure physical invincibility.

From ancient times to the present, it is common.

In addition, Wu people are always easy to trust others.

From ancient times to the present, it is common.

Therefore, he did not doubt Xu Ji's words.

His intuition of Qi and blood let him know that the Taoist in front of him was an existence that he could not match or even imagine.

"Do you know the ancestor spirit of our Wu clan?" The giant asked, "Which ancestor spirit is it?"

Different from the human race, after the body of the Wu clan dies, the true spirit will merge into the ancestor spirit of the tribe and stay with the ancestor spirit.

Every tribe has an ancestor spirit.

The ancestral spirits taught the younger generations, taught them the knowledge of survival and hunting skills, as well as some ancient legends.

Those of the vertical snake tribe are the ancestor spirits of the vertical snake.

Among these mountains, there are countless similar ancestral spirits.

(End of this chapter)