Chapter 847 God Liu Ruo Attains Enlightenment, and Liu Changsheng Is Reborn and Returns (4000 Words, 2 Chapters in 1)

At the entrance of the village of Qinglin Tribe, Qingyuan was so shocked that he could not recover for a long time. Heizi from the Black Scale Tribe, the physical Tianmen was promoted to the Diamond Tianmen, and the impact on him was unimaginable.

"I think back then, Heizi from your tribe and I were ranked as the geniuses of the two major tribes, but now, he has been promoted to the diamond-level heavenly sect, and I am still the gold-level heavenly sect, hey!"

Qingyuan sighed.

His expression was complicated, as if he was confused, lost, and envious.

Wanzi chuckled and said: "Our big brother Heizi will lead our Black Scale tribe to rise sooner or later. You might as well join us as soon as possible."

Qingyuan shook his head and said: "What Heizi covets is the sacred willow of our Qinglin tribe. How could I not know that? Don't mention this matter again. I will never betray our Qinglin tribe."

After saying that, he raised his hand and said: "Please follow me, we have been waiting for you to offer sacrifices for a long time."

Wanzi said nothing more and followed Qingyuan all the way into the Qinglin tribe.

The ground paved with boulders has fences standing on both sides. Various spiritual herbs and medicines are planted inside. They are all rare medicines in the outside world. But here, they can be grown as casually as Chinese cabbage.

Both Wanzi and Qingyuan seemed not surprised. Obviously, there are many such magical medicines in this world.

In the village, there is a huge stone pot with boiling water.

Water is not ordinary water, it is eternal water, imbued with the aura of eternal life.

At this moment, a monster was being cooked in the stone pot, and its flesh and bones were gradually melting away. Several older men nearby were adding various magical herbs to the stone pot.

In an instant, the stone pot was filled with divine visions, laws roared, and the aroma of medicine hit your nostrils.

A pot of great medicinal liquid is about to be released.

Wanzi's eyes were shining brightly.

"I have long heard that the Qinglin tribe has mastered ancient medicinal formulas and can brew rare medicinal liquid. When I saw it today, it was indeed extraordinary!"

Maruko sighed.

Qingyuan's eyes were proud, but he shook his head and chuckled: "It's just rumors spread by the outside world, it can't be taken seriously!"

After finishing speaking, seeing that no one was paying attention, he quietly transmitted the message: "The great medicinal liquid of our Qinglin tribe is indeed extraordinary. I will leave a bowl for you after you meet the sacrifice!"

Wanzi suddenly beamed with joy.

When passing by the old willow tree that was struck by lightning at the end of the village, Wanzi saw the tender green willow buds that had grown back, shimmering with divine light and filled with a rich Taoist charm. Wanzi paused for a moment and marveled.

"I heard that in the distant past, your Qinglin tribe was once a famous tribe in the central region. The sacred willow tree was like clouds hanging from the sky and was worshiped by millions of people. Its power was unimaginable. However, it was later struck by lightning and the sacred willow tree was destroyed. , then it declined and migrated here.”

Maruko asked.

Qingyuan shook his head and said: "This is all in the past. I wasn't born yet, how could I know!"

Wanzi stopped talking.

Although the willow tree of their Black Scale tribe has not been struck by lightning, it has grown sluggishly and is now only about one person tall. It looks malnourished and is no better than the sacred willow tree of the Qinglin tribe.

Therefore, their two tribes, as well as other small tribes, live in a remote corner of the world.

Soon, Wanzi was brought to the ancient pagoda by Qingyuan, and met the old village chief, who was also a priest of the Qinglin tribe.

The old village chief looked like he was about to die. He was staggering when he walked, and his whole body was filled with the air of death.

But where he sat, he was like an ancient sacred mountain, his aura was unimaginably deep, and his turbid eyes sometimes flashed with a light that made even Wanzi feel horrified.

Wanzi bowed respectfully and saluted, not daring to be disrespectful at all.

Because I heard from Brother Heizi that the old priest in the Qinglin tribe has a great background and terrifying strength, and the Tianmen level is at least diamond level, or even higher.

"Junior Wanzi, meet the senior priest!"

Wanzi bowed and said, "This junior, under the orders of the Black Scale Tribe Priest and the Heizi War General, will discuss with you the cooperation in obtaining the Time Stone."

Maruko said, handing over a letter with both hands.

The letter is filled with strong laws and mysterious restrictions, as well as the power fluctuations of Tianmen.

Obviously, not everyone is qualified to read this letter. Even if an ordinary Changshengtian gets this letter, there is nothing he can do.

"Heizi's Tianmen has broken through to diamond level. It's great to congratulate us. The tribes in our outer areas also have talents, and they are no worse than those big tribes in the central area!"

The old village chief glanced at the letter, and a glimmer of light flashed through his cloudy eyes. With just one letter, he had already gained an insight into Heizi's strength.

When Wanzi heard this, he couldn't help but look proud.

She looked directly at the old village chief, wanting to see how he would open the letter.

However.

The old village chief's old and skinny fingers were as thin as chicken claws. Without any fluctuation of divine power, he easily opened the letter. He immediately turned sideways, took the letter and read it.

This scene fell into Wanzi's eyes, and he felt even more horrified.

"Brother Heizi is absolutely right. The old priest of the Qinglin tribe is really unfathomable!"

Thinking of this, Wanzi couldn't help but bow lower and his expression became more respectful.

In the ancient tower, the oil lamp was burning and the lights were dim, reflecting the old village chief and Wanzi.

This ancient pagoda is a stone pagoda, filled with the atmosphere of time. Although it is not a stone tool of time, it is also an ancient artifact passed down by the Qinglin tribe.

After a long time.

After the old village chief read the letter, he did not mention the matter of the Time Stone. Instead, he asked with a smile: "Wanzi, I have something that has been on my mind for a long time. I don't know whether to ask or not."

Wanzi was surprised, bowed and said: "Senior, feel free to ask, if you can answer, I will naturally tell you endless things."

The implication is, what cannot be said, there is nothing to comment on.

The old village chief laughed, understood what Wanzi meant, and asked with a smile: "Wanzi, I saw that you, Heizi and others are practicing very strange techniques. Who do you want to learn from?!"

Wanzi didn't expect that the old village chief would ask this question. She couldn't help but be startled, and then replied respectfully: "In return to offer sacrifices to the seniors, the juniors and Brother Heizi were accepted as disciples by a powerful man. They rarely met each other and only knew the master. Your name is ‘Wutian’!”

"Wutian?!"

The old village chief's eyes were deep and he murmured to himself. After thinking for a moment, he never thought of such a powerful person.

"Come to think of it, that Taoist friend Wu Tian is not very advanced, maybe not as good as your eldest brother Heizi."

The old village chief sighed.

There are countless things in this world that are better than blue.

When Wanzi heard this, he couldn't help but agree with joy on his face: "Senior's words make sense. My junior's cultivation back then was poor. Now that I think about it, my Wutian Master's cultivation back then may not have reached the Taixu Realm!"

The old village chief shook his head and said: "Although your master's cultivation level may not be high back then, it is hard to say now. A single skill taught by this person can make you reach your current level. His talent and good fortune will only be stronger.”

After hearing this, Wanzi couldn't help but feel nervous.

Because Heizi has said this more than once, and also said that Master Wutian will come to this world sooner or later and rule the world, and let her raise her beautifully, waiting to serve the Master and warm his bed. .

Now that the old village chief said this, Wanzi suddenly had mixed feelings in his heart.

Heaven and earth, she just wanted to serve her eldest brother Heizi and warm his bed!

"Okay, I know the matter about the Time Stone. You should go back first!"

The old village chief suddenly spoke, closed his eyes, and fell asleep like a tiger.

Wanzi didn't dare to say anything, so he bowed and left.

When leaving, Qingyuan quietly brought Wanzi to a secret stone house and brought a bowl of magic medicine.

He watched with his own eyes as Wan Zi finished drinking the magic medicine, and even stuck out his sexy tongue to lick the side of the bowl. Qing Yuan's whole body felt hot and his mouth felt dry for a while.

Especially the black scales on Wanzi's neck, Qingyuan liked it the most. He really wanted to kiss there.

"Wanzi, it's getting late, why not tonight..."

Qingyuan whispered, with a look of hope on his face.

He wants to open a room with Wanzi.

But Wanzi suddenly slapped his thigh, his face turned anxious and said: "Ah! No! I suddenly remembered something, I have to go back and deal with it quickly!"

After saying that, he ran away like a gust of wind, leaving Qingyuan messy in the wind and feeling a sense of loss.

Then, he picked up the bowl that had been licked by meatballs on the table, put it between his nose and sniffed deeply, then looked out the window and found no one, swallowed, stuck out his tongue, and licked the wall of the bowl.

In the wall of the bowl, in addition to the residual medicinal fragrance, there is also a unique jasmine fragrance, which is very wonderful.

"Is this what meatballs taste like?!"

Qingyuan took a deep breath and looked fascinated...

The night is getting darker and darkness covers the land.

Outside the Qinglin Tribe, in the dark night, there was the sound of rushing wind from time to time, and the sound of slight footsteps passing by, taking away waves of evil spirits.

Apparently, there are mysterious and strange dangerous creatures wandering outside the village.

And this time.

When lightning strikes the new shoots of the old willow tree, they will emit a magical halo, filled with a majestic and vast atmosphere. The strange and dangerous creatures outside the village will immediately flee in panic.

In the ancient pagoda of the Qinglin tribe, the old village chief sat cross-legged on the stone platform, his eyes half open and half closed, meditating and practicing, and his whole body had a mysterious aura.

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the door of the ancient pagoda.

There, at some point, a figure in black robe appeared, without any breath, as if he had blended into the night.

But the old village chief smiled and said: "It turns out that General Heizi is here in person!"

The figure in black robe smiled slyly, walked into the ancient pagoda, and said: "The cultivation of the senior priests is unfathomable. You discovered it as soon as the junior came here."

As he spoke, he took off the black robe that covered his head, revealing a handsome face, like a scholar's. However, under the light of the oil lamp, the unruly look between his eyebrows was clearly visible, which showed that he was not a good person. Stubble.

He is Heizi.

He was also the disciple accepted by the ancestor's Wutian clone. He was once a wisp of black smoke of death, but he cultivated the original avenue and has grown up to this day.

"At that time, if the juniors had not mistakenly entered a time and space formation and practiced hard for half a million years, I am afraid that now they would not even be qualified to speak in front of the seniors."

Heizi sighed, his eyes far away.

That time and space formation was when the Black Smoke Clan of Death was led by the Blood-Hand Heavenly Lord and retreated from the depths of the Black Smoke Continent to the monster world. They were attacked by powerful enemies and ran for their lives in panic before accidentally entering. That space-time formation.

As a result, he, Wanzi, Douzi and Gangzi were trapped in it.

They relied on the Star Absorbing Technique and the Beiming Divine Art taught by Wutian's clone, and devoured countless monsters. Then they rose step by step, practiced hard for half a million years, opened the physical heaven gate, broke the time and space formation, and escaped.

Half a million years have passed inside, while only three thousand years have passed outside.

Bloodhand Tianzun brought the other Demon Lords back to the Blood Scale Tribe. The four of them were discovered by the priests of the Black Scale Tribe and brought back to the Black Scale Tribe.

After so many years, Heizi felt sad every time he thought about it.

The old village chief had also heard the priest of the Black Scale Tribe talk about this matter. At this moment, he couldn't help but smile and said: "This is all your chance and luck! Outsiders can't envy you!"

Heizi smiled when he heard the words and stopped mentioning the matter. A flash of light flashed in his scarlet eyes and said: "Senior Sacrifice, our Black Scale Tribe wants to join forces with your Qinglin Tribe to conspire for the Time Stone Tool. I don't know. What do you think?!"

The old village chief mused: "With the advent of stone tools in the years, clouds are moving in all directions, and the big tribes in the central area of ​​the wilderness will definitely compete for them. Our chances are not great."

"To put it bluntly, we have no chance at all."

But Heizi smiled strangely and said: "Senior, junior is 50% sure that we can win a time stone tool. If senior can help, the chance of winning can be as high as 70%!"

When the old village chief heard this, his eyes suddenly became dark, and the light of the oil lamp was clearly visible in his pupils.

"Why are you 50% sure?!"

asked the old village chief.

Heizi did not answer, but instead asked a question, "Sacrifice to seniors, there are countless tribes in this wild world, but all tribes have an ancient sacred willow tree, which is worshiped by the people of the tribe."

"Then, I would like to ask, this junior, these sacred willows are called sacred willow totems among the large tribes in the central area of ​​the wilderness. But in your Qinglin tribe, why do you call the sacred willows ancestors?!"

"Is your divine willow different from others? Or is your Qinglin tribe the descendant of a willow tree?!"

This involves the ultimate secret of this world, and the priests of the Black Scale Tribe don't know it. Only the Qinglin Tribe, a tribe that migrated here from the wilderness area countless years ago, knows it.

When the old village chief heard this, he was silent for a while.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh and said, "This is a distant ancient secret."

"Back then, the ancestor Liu Changsheng led his descendants to fight a bloody battle with a powerful enemy, but unfortunately suffered a betrayal and was defeated!"

"Human Ancestor Liu Changsheng died in battle. His flesh and blood turned into nothingness, melted the darkness, and became this vast wilderness. His soul fell to various places in the wilderness and became countless sacred willow trees!"

"So, these sacred willows seem to be scattered all over the wilderness, but in fact, they are the souls of the human ancestor Liu Changsheng!"

"It is rumored that one day, as long as a sacred willow tree attains enlightenment, then the human ancestor Liu Changsheng will be reborn and return..."

ps: I wrote one more chapter (4000 words chapter) due to plot needs. Please support and vote.