The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 45

Jiang Shi untied the small gourd around his waist, and shook it lightly. There was a crashing sound like waves in the gourd, and it was obvious that the amount of divine liquid collected was not a small amount.

Baby is really awesome!
Jiang Shi then praised the precious gourd in his heart, and then he was about to think about how to use these divine blood to exert the greatest effect.

Directly used by people in the tribe?At this time, Jiang Shi's tribe has dozens of human races in the realm of the earth fairy, but still no one can break through the realm of the heavenly fairy.Moreover, the physical body of the human race is still weaker, not as powerful as the monster race.That day at the lake, Jiang Shi could remember clearly that one of those monster races in the realm of earth immortals and heavenly immortals was accidentally burned to ashes.

Too little is afraid that the effect will not be enough and useless, and too much is afraid that the tribe will be killed. Jiang Shi immediately threw the idea of ​​​​using it directly out of his mind.

In this way, it is a better way to either use the Golden Crow blood to brew spirit wine, or dilute it and give the clansmen a bath.

Suddenly Jiang Shi's heart moved, and he took the little gourd to the top of the mountain, and came to the top of Chixia Mountain, the cave where Chixiao Huozao was located.Many years have passed, and the Chixiao jujube is still the same as before. The jujube hanging between the branches is shining with divine light, but it is not as red as fire.Without him, they are still immature, and the crystal-clear fruit is blue in color, like beautiful jade.

Seeing Jiang Shi coming in, the Chixiao jujube tree moved without wind, as if it was welcoming Jiang Shi's arrival.

"Little guy, I brought you something good." Jiang Shi laughed and said, "You have to grow up obediently and get familiar with me faster."

After speaking, Jiang Shi came to the root of the tree, took a small gourd and gently dripped a drop of the blood of the Golden Crow, and poured it on the root soil of Chixiao Huozao.Not being stingy, Jiang Shi was a little afraid that pouring too much of the Golden Crow's blood at once would burn this Acquired Spiritual Root to death.When the time comes to accompany his wife and break the army, Jiang Shi has nowhere to cry.

As a drop of divine blood fell into the ground, the temperature at the roots of the jujube tree rose significantly.After absorbing the drop of divine blood, the fiery jujube tree, which was still a little scared at first, shook its leaves all over its body, and the "rustling" sound that came out seemed to be the sound of joy.

Jiang Shi was also overjoyed when he saw a show, and slightly increased the speed of pouring. Under the watering of the Golden Crow's blood, the whole body of the Chixiao Huozao shone with a faint crimson light, but the branches and leaves became more and more emerald green.The blue-colored fruits are also slightly reddish, and what's more different is that there are almost imperceptible golden lines in the lines inside, which are even more extraordinary.

After a while, Jiang Shi felt that he almost stopped. The Chixiao fire jujube tree shook a few times as if he was drunk. Although it was still emitting divine light, it became quiet and breathed calmly.Jiang Shi touched its leaves and walked out, planning to come back next time.He understands the reason why too much is too late, and when Chixia Huozao digests the gains this time, he will irrigate it with the blood of the Golden Crow.After all, compared to the total amount of divine blood, the divine blood used for irrigation is not even a drop in the bucket.

In this way, Jiang Shi was cultivating trees while studying how to turn the blood of the Golden Crow into spirit wine. After breaking through the middle stage of Golden Immortal, life seemed to be a little more leisurely.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, I'm here again!"

Yuan Poshan brought a lot of spiritual fruits, and happily came to Jiang Shi.Although most of them are ordinary spiritual fruits, there are no precious varieties, but the most important thing is that they are large enough, not only edible, but also enough to brew a large amount of spiritual wine.

In the search for spiritual fruit in the mountains, the ape race will be the second, but no other race will dare to be the first.

"Friend ape, are you greedy for my barbecue and spirit wine again?" Jiang Shi was not polite, and he made the ape's intentions clear with a haha ​​smile.

Ever since Yuan Poshan visited Jiang Shi, and tasted Jiang Shi's barbecue and all kinds of spirit wine, he often came here to rub his face.But fortunately, Yuan Poshan also knows a little bit of reason, knowing that every time he brings some spiritual fruits to the door, Jiang Shi is never stingy except for a few jokes, and treats him with good wine and meat.

As the saying goes, when friends come, they have good wine, but when wolves come, they will beat them to death.Jiang Shi's attitude towards this kind of pure and pure creatures, even if they are monster races, is friendly.

On the contrary, after Yuan Poshan got acquainted with Jiang Shi, his face became thicker, and he was never polite when eating wine and meat.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, I have something to ask for this time." Yuan Poshan touched the back of his head, grinned, and held out a small tree with thirteen red fruits on it, which looked like Ripe persimmons.

Jiang Shi sized it up, and what Yuanpashan took out was vermilion fruit, which should be thousands of years old, no worse than some ordinary acquired spiritual root fruits, and considered precious.The most important thing is that the medicinal power of the vermilion fruit is gentle, and it has the effect of washing the marrow and renewing the bone. It is very effective for the newborn children of the ethnic group, no less than the fairy grass.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Fellow Daoist Yuan even took out all these treasures, are you planning to drink up all the spiritual wine in my inventory?" Jiang Shi didn't take Zhu Guo directly, but joked first, ready to listen to Yuan Poshan What are you asking for.

Yuan Poshan was a little embarrassed, but he still said: "Daoist Jiang Shi, can you practice a weapon for my old ape? I haven't even had a weapon in my hand for so many years. I am in the golden fairy realm, and what I hold is a stick , It’s embarrassing to say it out, hey.”

Hearing this, Jiang Shi suddenly remembered the scene when the two met, Yuan Poshan took out a wooden stick, and wanted to laugh.After all these years, he still failed to find a handy weapon, which is really a bit of a mess.It was Yuan Poshan who saw that Jiang Shi knew the magic power of the fire element, and the weapons on his body were also extraordinary, so he tried to ask.

In the current prehistoric world, apart from spiritual treasures, only those forces with inheritance can develop some magical weapons and magic weapons. Otherwise, you have to use your bare hands, or just find something that is good at hand.For a wild monster without heels like Yuan Poshan, Lingbao is hard to come by. If he can have a weapon, he will be satisfied.

But Jiang Shi himself hadn't practiced weapons very much, so naturally he couldn't do everything, so he said the truth: "Friend Yuan Daoist, to tell you the truth, I haven't practiced weapons very much. The weapon in my hand is a senior who helped me make it I just made a blank sword weapon."

Yuan Poshan slapped his thigh when he heard it: "I don't have too many requirements, as long as it is better than a wooden stick, Daoist Jiang Shi can just help me with it. I will provide the materials, and I will not blame you even if I fail."

Hearing this, Jiang Shi wanted to give it a try instead. After all, the Chixiaoshenhuo in his body could be easily fused with Jinshishishi.

Jiang Shi no longer refused, and said with a smile: "Friend Yuan Daoist, then I can give it a try, but I can't guarantee whether it will succeed or not."

After hearing this, Yuan Poshan naturally said yes.It would be nice if someone is willing to try it, but no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than a wooden stick?

(End of this chapter)