Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin's previous step was just a test to see if his waist could withstand this force. He had dodged it once before, and once he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years.

After all, his body has also improved in the past two years. After he found that it was easy, it became easier. With the help of the violent armor and the rhythmic expansion and contraction of his two elbows, the white yak was no match at all.

It seemed to be thinning, being pushed backwards involuntarily one by one.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly moved away from the front, only grabbing one of the horns and spinning his body.

The white yak jumped into the air and moved forward with inertia.

Zhao Chuanxin used himself as the central axis and pulled the bull by the horns.

The body of the white yak, which weighed more than 300 kilograms, was "drifted" by Zhao Chuanxin.

More than three hundred kilograms is really not very heavy for today's Zhao Chuanxin.

The white yak felt like it was flying in the clouds. If Zhao Chuanxin hadn't pulled back his strength at the end and deliberately let it go, it would have been thrown away and seriously injured.

White Yak was convinced.

It bowed its head and rubbed Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin patted it on the forehead and said, "You bow your head and are willing to be a bully. You really know what is good and what is evil."

"Buzz." It made a short cry, which sounded a bit like a pig's grunt.

Guo Tuwa, who was watching the whole process, had her mouth as big as the mouth of the child on the O-pao fruit milk.

He thought that just holding a hundred kilogram boulder was already a big deal.

It turns out that there are really people who can lift a weight of three to four hundred kilograms. As expected, Xiang Yu has the strength to carry a cauldron.

Zhao Chuanxi walked out of the sheepfold with his hands behind his back, closed the door and said to himself: "It seems that we have to plant highland barley in advance."

I don’t know how big the belly of the old god is. He discharged inexhaustible feces and urine in the chamber pot. After tens of millions of years of aging and storage, the fertility has reached perfection.

The seeds Zhao Chuanxin planted last night were left in the sun for a day and had sprouted in the afternoon.

It's nothing short of a miracle.

He continued to water.

Another patch of highland barley seeds was planted.

At night, he opened the "Code of the Old Gods".

[In two days, the dead spirit took me around the many battlefields in the Shadow Forest, and finally arrived at the rear and met the leader of the Druid clan. 】

[The Druid leader emptied his pocket technology, and I naturally obtained ten pocket technologies. 】

[The Druid leader said: Fearless Vanguard, the Druids were attacked by snakes and bees and suffered heavy losses. Now our influence on the war is negligible. Therefore, we need to awaken the talents from ancient times that can influence the minds of the other eight races in the Shadow Forest. I'm going to give you a task. Under the Ancestral Spirit Peak, there is a vitality spring. I need you to bring some vitality spring back. It can awaken the potential of the Druids. 】

[I have two choices:

1. Accept the task and bring back the spring water. I will get the heart of the Holy Spirit given by the Druid leader. This thing can make me integrate into nature.

Second, the loss of the Druids' ability to influence the minds of the eight tribes in the Shadow Forest is inevitable for the ecological balance of the Shadow Forest. Your choice to refuse will maintain ecological balance. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a moment, this was a bit interesting.

The choice he makes this time depends on whether he is selfish or not.

But there are always pitfalls in the multiple-choice questions in the "Code of the Old Gods".

[The Druid saw my hesitation, and he hesitantly reminded me: Fearless Pioneer, my friend, I must tell you that there are dead souls under the Ancestral Spirit Peak, and it is very dangerous. Secondly, there are strong guards near the fountain of vitality. Finally, in our world, matter tends to be unstable, and vitality water is even more so. According to druid historical data, it is not easy to contain the vitality spring water. You need to find a way to bring it back to us yourself. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was happy, and Sangling had become "my" little friend.

As for the guard next to the vitality spring, we will ask the deceased later.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't quite understand the last one.

This time, even he hesitated.

He wrote:

[I asked: Except for the Druids, what will happen if other races drink the vitality spring water? 】

[The Druid leader replied: Just like us, stimulate the disappearing talent. 】

Zhao Chuanxin continued to write:

[I asked: How much should I drink to get the effect? 】

details make a difference.

[The Druid leader replied: Everyone can take a sip. 】

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes towards the upper left corner, thinking about it.

He is naturally greedy.

Druid activation talents play a decisive role in the success or failure of the war.

The heart of the Holy Spirit had little appeal to him, but the spring water of vitality aroused his interest.

He wanted to know what talents would be stimulated by drinking it?

Beat your chest? Looking up to the sky and screaming? Swinging a big wooden stick? Throwing a javelin?

He really didn't know what primitive people were good at, or what talents his direct ancestors had.

Accepting the mission is the best option.

But we must not just calm down the chaos caused by the remnants of the creatures, and then the druids rise up again to cause trouble.

He not only has to accept the task, but also avoid future troubles.

There are two ways.

First, he can bring back a lot of vitality spring water to the druids and other tribes. Everyone activated their talents, and the Shadow Forest regained its balance.

Second, he only brought a small amount of vitality spring water, for example, just enough for the Druid leader. In this way, it would not affect the balance too much.

Anyway, the mission didn't specify how much vitality spring water to bring back.

No matter which method is used to solve the problem, Zhao Chuanxin wrote:

[I choose to accept the task. 】

Fortunately, this time "I" trusted Zhao Chuanxin and had no objection.

【We are on the road again. 】

[On the way, I asked the mourning spirit: Do you know the location of the vitality spring? 】

[Shang Ling said: Yes, I go there often. 】

[I asked: What are the powerful guards there? 】

[Sang Ling replied: I can't describe it, that is the powerful energy field left by Lord Runzhi. There are not only old gods in this world, but also new gods, and Lord Runzhi is one of the new gods. But the strange thing is that the energy field can produce strong storms, and even huge tree men can be swept up into the sky. 】

[I asked: Who is stronger in the energy field, you or Lord Runzhi? 】

[Sang Ling said: Maybe I am stronger, but I will definitely get hurt. Don't worry, although I'm not willing to fight it, it can't detect my presence. As long as you figure out a way to fill it with water, I will steal the vitality spring water for you. 】

The conversation ends here.

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Code" to replenish his physical strength.

After several years, Zhao Chuanxin finally lived in the desert, living a life where the sun was hidden under the horizon when he woke up every day, and he slept with the bright stars every day when he went to bed.

The biggest crisis in daily life has changed from bullets and bullets to unpredictability, to getting pricked in the hand while carrying firewood, or to wearing sand in the boots when walking out...

Guo Tuwa gradually took over the cooking and cleaning tasks.

In Zhao Chuanxin's free time, he occasionally painted "The Master in the Late Qing Dynasty" and posters, and occasionally talked to Nikola Tesla about some ideas that struck him.

In the desert, perhaps because the wind is too fast, everything seems very slow.

Time moved forward slowly for a few days.

After replenishing physical strength several times...

[I feel that during this period, I have been going in circles inside and outside the Shadow Forest, and the route has almost become a complete closed loop. 】

[Finally, the mourning spirit took me to the foot of the Ancestral Spirit Peak, near the vitality spring. 】

[Looking from a distance, there are sparkling plants similar to the lantern flower next to the vitality spring. Amidst all the colors, it’s hard to see where the spring water comes from. 】

[The spring water draws rainbow-shaped streamlines, gushing from low places and falling from high places. I can't see clearly how it disappears. 】

[Not only is there no water vapor nearby, it also appears to be very dry. 】

[Sangling asked me: Have you decided what to use to fill the water? 】

[I took out several items separately. Big leaves, pottery jars, glass bottles, porcelain bowls and iron jars. 】

The technology for making plastics is not mature now, otherwise Zhao Chuanxian would have to provide a plastic bottle no matter what.

[Sangling said: You wait here, I will steal the spring water. 】

[The soul uses leaves for the first time. 】

[When the vitality spring water touched the leaves, it disappeared. Only then did I understand why the Druid leader said that the vitality spring water could not be filled. 】

[The mourning spirit threw away the leaves and came back to get the jar, but failed. Use a porcelain bowl, fail. Use a glass bottle, fail. Iron can, failure. 】

[We even tried to use our clothes to carry water, but still failed. When the vitality spring water hits the clothes, the clothes don't even get wet. 】

Zhao Chuanxin also tried to transmit several things, but failed without exception.

He had no choice but to run to the backyard to seek help from Nikola Tesla...