Big dreamer

Master Guiteng frowned slightly, but Shen Luo's expression in Xiaoyao Mirror darkened. Looking at the appearance of the Ma Tu clan leader, no matter how much he raised the price, the other party would not agree to the deal.

But the opportunity in front of him is really rare. Not to mention the other witchcraft weapons of the White Fang tribe, the bone staff in the hands of the Ma Tu clan leader is definitely a powerful witchcraft weapon, containing abundant witchcraft power. It may be able to help Nie Caizhu start the witchcraft bloodline.

He was anxious and wanted to snatch the bone staff away, but this was the headquarters of the White Fang tribe. Although he was very powerful, he did not dare to act rashly.

"If I just borrow the magic weapon for a period of time and return it in a day or two, I wonder if the clan leader can agree? The terms of exchange remain unchanged." Shen Luo thought about it and lowered his request.

"I'm sorry, the ancestors left a legacy, and the weapons are still there. The witchcraft of our clan must not fall into the hands of outsiders, even if it is only temporary." Ma Tu shook his head and said.

Shen Luo's brows knitted together, and Master Gui Teng also made the same expression.

"If Taoist Brother Guiteng really needs a witchcraft weapon, there is no need to do so. Tomorrow I will take you to the tomb of the great god Hou Yi. There are powerful witchcraft tools used by the great god Hou Yi. They are by no means as powerful as my bone staff. Not bad, but whether fellow Taoist can get it depends on chance..." Ma Tu said.

"Is this true?" Master Gui Teng asked.

"It's absolutely true. There are records in the clan's information about the Great God Hou Yi." Ma Tu said.

"Okay, thank you clan leader for your guidance." Master Gui Teng thanked him.

"You're welcome. I sincerely hope that some fellow Taoists can inherit the legacy of the Great God Hou Yi, so that our White Fang tribe no longer has to stay on this remote island." Ma Tu said with a long sigh.

Shen Luo was a little surprised. It turned out that this was the reason why the White Fang tribe stayed here. He thought it was the black fog restriction around the island that blocked the White Fang tribe's way of leaving.

"I hope that some of us can inherit the power of the Great God Hou Yi and free the noble tribe as soon as possible." Master Guiteng said.

Ma Tu smiled bitterly and said nothing.

"Chief Ma Tu, you just mentioned that there are books about the great god Hou Yi in the tribe. I would like to know more about the Wu clan. I wonder if I can exchange for these books?" Master Guiteng hesitated for a moment and asked again. road.

"This is okay." The Ma Tu clan leader did not refuse this time.

Later, Shen Luo exchanged a corpse of a true immortal monster and several precious spiritual materials for three witchcraft classics.

As soon as Master Gui Teng received the three classics, he put them directly into the Xiaoyao Mirror, while Shen Luo quickly started reading them.

Huo Lingzi also flew out of the underworld fire furnace to watch together.

Master Oni Teng did not stay here long and stood up to leave.

Just as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped again: "Chief Ma Tu, I have another question for you. Is the black mist ban near the island imposed by your tribe?"

"Our White Fang tribe is weak, so how can we arrange such an astonishingly powerful restriction. The black mist restriction suddenly appeared more than a thousand years ago, and we don't know why." Ma Tu said.

"Appeared more than a thousand years ago? What happened at that time?" Master Guiteng asked.

"We don't know, but at that time a young man named Donghua came and wanted to get the inheritance of the great god Hou Yi. Unfortunately, he failed in the end. Maybe he touched the mechanism in the mausoleum of the great god, which caused people to appear around the island. These are black mist," Ma Tu said.

"Donghua? Could it be Donghua Sanxian? Donghua Sanxian was a person from a thousand years ago, so he must be right." Shen Luo's heart moved.

"Then when did you say before that you would disappear out of thin air when you are in darkness? After the black mist restriction appeared?" Master Oni Teng immediately asked. valley

"After the black fog restriction appeared, the darkness on the island changed." The leader of the Ma Tu tribe recalled briefly and said.

"Thank you, clan leader, for informing me." Shen Luo nodded silently, said goodbye and left, heading towards the stone house.

It was almost dark, and there were almost no people in the valley. Every household in the tribe lit up torches.

Shen Luo glanced at the black fog restriction above his head, and after thinking for a moment, his spiritual thoughts urged him.

A faint black light flashed from the sleeves of the walking Master Guiteng, and a Mahayana-stage refined corpse in the body bag sank into the ground, fled out of the valley, and then stopped in a mountain forest.

After doing this, Master Oni Teng quickly returned to the stone house.

A large piece of fluorescent stone was inlaid on the wall of the house, illuminating the stone house brightly. Everyone else had closed their eyes and meditated.

Master Guiteng did not make a sound. He walked to a corner of the room and sat down. He closed his eyes and rested his mind. The stone room soon fell into silence again.

In the Xiaoyao Mirror, Shen Luo had already read through three witchcraft classics with a look of deep thought on his face.

These three classics recorded a lot of the history of the witch clan, as well as some powerful beings of the witch clan. Hou Yi was among them, allowing him to learn more information about Hou Yi.

In addition to Hou Yi, books also record Kuafu, Jiufeng, Xingtian and other great witches. Of course, the most detailed records are the twelve ancestral witches: Wu Pingshou, the ancestor of gold, Wu Jumang, the ancestor of wood, and Wu Jumang, the ancestor of water. Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of fire Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of earth Wu Houtu, the ancestor of ice Wu Xuanming, the ancestor of thunder Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of wind Wu Tianwu, the ancestor of poison Wu Shebishi, the ancestor of darkness Wu Xizi , Space Ancestor Wu Di Jiang, Time Ancestor Wu Zhu Jiuyin.

Shen Luo had known a few ancestral witches before, but not all of them. Now he finally understood the famous twelve ancestral witches as a whole.

"The twelve ancestral witches each seem to have a magical power, and they all look very powerful." He murmured.

"Of course, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are transformed by most of the essence and blood of the Great God Pangu, and contain the power of the origin of the Great Dao. The Twelve Ancestral Witches inherit this origin of the Great Dao. Each of them is a powerful man with monstrous strength. They are such ancient powerful men. He can capture the stars with his hands and crack the earth with his feet. His magical powers are beyond your imagination," Huo Lingzi said with a solemn expression.

"The original power of the avenue?" Shen Luo's eyes moved.

"With your current level of cultivation, it's too early to understand this. You must at least be at the Tai B stage, or even the Tianzun realm to be able to sense it." Huo Lingzi waved his hand and did not explain to Shen Luo.

"Is this the original power of the great avenue inherited by the Wu clan's bloodline?" Shen Luo also asked, changing the subject.

"That's right. However, the blood power in the White Fang tribe's people has nothing to do with the origin of the avenue. At most, it is just a trace and a half of residual power, which is extremely thin." Huo Lingzi said.

Shen Luo nodded slightly and fell silent.

Night fell quickly, and Yan Lie and others stayed quietly in the stone house, each with their eyes closed and practicing, and the same was true for Shen Luo in Xiaoyao Mirror.

In the woods outside the valley, the refining corpse sent by Shen Luo before was walking back and forth, looking around with its scarlet eyes.

At this moment, the darkness around him suddenly became as thick as ink, and the tall corpse-refining figure was gradually submerged in the darkness, becoming more and more blurry, and finally seemed to disappear out of thin air, completely becoming one with the night.

In the Xiaoyao Mirror, Shen Luo suddenly opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction outside the valley.

Just now, the relationship between Master Guiteng and the corpse was severed, and the aura of the corpse disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, it's really weird. There is really weird power on this island!" Shen Luo murmured to himself.