Life Control Chart

"Uh~"

The ancestor of the barbarians burped with satisfaction, and the air in the cave suddenly became even more polluted.

An Wushen couldn't stand it anymore, so he punched out a few strong winds outside the cave, taking away a lot of the turbid air.

The ancestor of the barbarians wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, and said to Shi Yu and others with a smile: "This is good wine, please wait a moment, I have to recover!"

Throwing away the stone bowl, the ancestor of the barbarians rolled into the mud on the ground, and was immediately covered in dirt. Even Shi Yu and the others had a lot of splashes on them.

The Thirteen Witches outside the house saw him lying on the ground, and quickly walked into the house, took out countless fragments and threw them beside him.

With a slight shake, Shi Yuzhen was covered in dirt and looked at the ancestor of the barbarians curiously, but he couldn't figure out why.

I could only vaguely make out a few bones and some herbs, but I had no idea what the other colorful powders and juices were.

What is surprising is that the ancestor of the barbarians recovered quickly from his serious injuries. Waves of white air spurted out from the pores around his body, bringing out traces of congestion, and even the fist marks on his chest and back. All the swellings calmed down one by one, and in a blink of an eye he was a good man again.

Shi Yu pointed at the ancestor of the barbarians in surprise, turned to God Anwu and said, "God Anwu, this is more powerful than the secret medicine of the pharmacist Wu!"

God Anwu also looked solemnly at the Barbarian ancestor who was recovering rapidly, nodded slightly and said: "Each world has its own magical arts, and the wilderness should not be underestimated!"

"Haha! Of course! Even though I, Manghuang, have declined now, I, Manghuang, was the first to appear in this void!

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the ancestor of all realms! This mud soup contains my essence, blood, and divine power from thousands of lifetimes. It is an unrivaled tonic! It’s perfect for treating myself! "

The ancestor of the barbarians lying on the ground said proudly, regardless of the muddy water mixed with messy things rolling into his mouth.

After hearing about the unparalleled tonic, Kui San was driven by curiosity and scraped his body with his fingers, put some muddy water on his lips, and reluctantly licked it.

No one noticed his action, except the ancestor of the barbarians. But he just pretended not to see it and secretly expected it in his heart.

Kui San, who was licking the muddy water, suddenly screamed and beat himself in the face desperately. His face instantly swelled up like a pig's head.

Immediately afterwards, he began to tear apart his clothes wildly, and stabbed his body with his mallet-like fingers, and a bloody hole appeared with each poke.

Shi Yu was shocked and hurriedly jumped in front of Kui San, grabbed his big hand and shouted: "Kui San! What's wrong?"

The ancestor of the barbarians, who continued to roll in the mud soup, let out a gloating laugh, "You are so courageous that you dare to taste my essence and blood for all eternity. Even if a thousand-year master comes, he may not be able to withstand it. He is a calf. The body can be collected."

Shi Yu was shocked and angry. He immediately locked the position of the drop of essence and blood, pressed one palm on Kui San's chest, and immediately activated the Devouring Essence Meridian.

"Huh? You know this kind of evil and vicious technique?" the ancestor of the barbarians said in surprise.

The thirteen witches who were the first to fight against Shi Yu cast disgusted looks from outside the cave, "They are all guilty of this life!"

Shi Yu didn't seem to hear anything, but just ran the Yuan Devouring Meridian with all his strength. The Yuan Power contained in that drop of essence and blood was indeed majestic, and the blood hole on Kui San's belly had been completely closed.

But this is not the real cause of Kuisan’s pain, but the memories of the ancestors of the barbarians that are filled in their essence and blood.

As the Yuanli rolled into Kui San's body, it simultaneously launched a soul attack on him.

The endless tearing pain was the culprit of Kui San's self-mutilation.

Shi Yu's soul was extremely powerful, so he was naturally not afraid. He comforted Kui San, looked at the mud spots on everyone's bodies, and said in a cold voice: "What a trick! Do you want to catch us all in one go?"

The ancestor of the barbarians curled his lips in disdain, "We are all here. If I want your lives, do I still need to use conspiracy and tricks? Don't forget, the Tianwu Palace is just a node of my formation. When it reaches the center of the formation, how can it be better than there? weak?"

Shi Yu's expression changed drastically and he looked around. Everyone else immediately became nervous.

The ancestor of the barbarians shook his head, "Hey, weren't you a very fierce kid just now? You want to tear apart a piece of my skull. You are really louder than Yu Luyao."

Don't worry, I don't want to kill anyone now, so I might as well let you go and mess with that little guy Yu Tong. None of the young people know how to respect their elders. "

Shi Yu looked at the ancestor of the barbarians with suspicion, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, and choked:

"Your ancestral land is so powerful, why did you let Yu Tong get it?"

The ancestor of the barbarians sat up lazily, stretched out his hand and wiped his face. His face, which was just stained by muddy water, suddenly became colorful, no different from a scary wild ghost.

"It's not because I died early! As soon as I died, these losers threw away all the things I left behind, and went to do some witchcraft. In the end, they could only waste their saliva and curse people, but no one could beat them!

Without enough energy, it is impossible to activate the world-protecting formation, so when Yu Tong comes, there will be no resistance here!

Didn’t these thirteen wizards wake me up again and activate the world-protecting formation? "The ancestor of the barbarians pointed at the dozen old men who had already walked out of the house and said unceremoniously.

"Witch Emperor, what you said is wrong! Witchcraft is the foundation of Manghuang. You have decided this a long time ago." A hoarse voice came from outside the house.

"Bullshit Witch Emperor! That bastard is just my first life. If I had known better, I shouldn't have done such nonsense.

Fortunately, I died early, otherwise, according to the crooked ways I followed in my first life, the clan would have been filled with people like you who are neither humans nor ghosts, and only old people with one mouth would be left. "

The Barbarian Ancestor grumbled, climbed out of the muddy water, walked outside the cave and jumped into a steaming stone tripod, fluttered a few times to wash off the dirt, and walked back wet.

Hearing such vulgar and self-deprecating words, Shi Yu realized that the Barbarian Ancestor in front of him was actually a reincarnation, and he also understood that what Yu Tong had snatched must be his skull in his previous life with divinity.

"Okay! It's almost done, you bastards from outside the world, ask whatever you want to ask, and get out of here!"

"Oh, by the way, just call me Wu Qianman." Wu Qianman forgot the pain after the scar healed, and his words were very easy to anger people.

"Although your formation is wonderful, we are not afraid. If we really fight and both lose, there will be nothing left in the wilderness!" Tuoba Wushen was very dissatisfied with Wu Qianman's arrogance, frowned and said coldly.

"What are you afraid of? If it's destroyed, it's just a chance to test how much power is left in the witch curse formation I left behind thousands of lives ago.

You have fought one of the puppets in the formation, my wife who has been dead for countless years. She has less than 10% of the power of the formation. How do you feel?

Oh, I still remember when I set up the formation, I said that whoever dares to destroy my wild world will suffer the pain of chaos tearing out his heart every day, and his descendants and relatives will also become prostitutes of all realms. If you are not afraid, just try it."

Wu Qianman shook off the juice on his body and smiled at Tuoba Wushen.

Shi Yu looked at

his rough and bold posture, and his face suddenly became ugly. He stopped Tuoba Wushen who wanted to speak, and wanted to finish his question as soon as possible.

"Then you, the master of the world, how come your cultivation is so low? Yu Tong took away my skull from my previous life, but you didn't even think about taking it back?"

"Thirteen witches, thirteen pieces of trash! All you know is to practice spells! Yu Tong took away my skull so easily!" Wu Qianman started to get angry again, kicking the stone bowl that fell on the ground and hitting an old man on the head.

The old man fainted without even a groan, and the others hurriedly helped him up and threw him into the stone tripod that Wu Qianman had just soaked in, and often threw strange things into it.

Looking at the panicking Thirteen Witches, Wu Qianman snorted coldly and continued:

"What's so great about the Realm Lord? I'm not reincarnated with my past lives of cultivation. I can only say that I have this title, but my strength is far from worthy of it.

Even if I had awakened long ago, the most I could do is destroy the skull and prevent Yu Tong from succeeding, let alone snatching it back. Alas! I hit the wrong person again. I should have hit myself!"

Shi Yu looked at Wu Qianman who suddenly blamed himself with a smile and asked, "What's so magical about your skull? Yu Tong must snatch it away?"

"Fortune-telling! Reverse luck! All the witchcraft in the world comes from my clan. The true meaning of all the witchcraft spells in my previous life is in that skull.

He snatched it just to see through his own destiny and avoid misfortune." Wu Qianman said.

Shi Yu sighed softly in his heart. Yu Tong had such a treasure. Even if his cultivation was far superior to his, it would not be so easy to catch him.

"Then how to crack it? You can't say that getting this skull will bring you good luck for the rest of your life, right?" Shi Yu asked.

Wu Qianman laughed loudly and said, "If there is such a magic, how could our Wu clan fall to the point of losing soldiers and generals when going to Xiyue Realm to capture a few people to eat.

The deduction of witch spells depends entirely on the true spirit and soul to guess the will of heaven. The stronger it is, the more accurate it is likely to be, but it is never infallible, and even 30% accuracy is impossible.

But as long as you make a mistake once, you will either die or be injured. What's the point of cracking it?"

"The more I listen, the more confused I get. You said that you can predict fate and bad luck, and then you said that it is useless if you can't predict it accurately. What should I think?" Shi Yu asked in confusion.

"Haha, idiot! I said it depends entirely on the true spirit and soul! If he uses it to predict people who are much worse than him, he will naturally be accurate.

If he uses it to predict people who are not much different from him, the maximum probability is 30%.

But if he uses it to predict people who are a hundred times stronger than him, isn't that just a waste of time? Can he really encounter a one in a million chance?" Wu Qianman shook his head repeatedly, disdainful of Shi Yu's ignorance.

Shi Yu calmed down a little. In terms of soul and spirit, he was not afraid of Yu Tong.

"Then how can I crack it?" Shi Yu did not want to make any mistakes in his preparations, so he kept asking.

Wu Qianman's smile gradually froze, and he whispered: "It's easy to crack it. You and him are mortal enemies, right?

You curse yourself, and curse those who use you to predict their fate to have the same fate as you.

Then if you feel that there is a sudden cause and effect connection in the dark, commit suicide quickly, and he may die.

How about it? Isn't this a good idea? If you want, I can help you now!"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Kui San suddenly shouted, "Why don't you curse him to death directly, but curse yourself?"

Wu Qianman grinned and said, "Do you think you can win a great victory just by talking? The same idea as those thirteen idiots outside?"