The Ancient Vast Realm

These things only have some effect on the development of the tribe. In the eyes of powerful people like him in the fourth realm, things of this level are simply not worthy of their attention.

As for the rewards for the Li Shang Tribe and the Baling Tribe, there is no need for Meng Qi to do it himself, as the people below have already made arrangements.

Suddenly, Meng Qi seemed to have thought of something, and took out two palm-sized runes with purple halo and a fist-sized jet-black jade bottle from his arms.

"These are two Talisman of the Strongman, made from the bodies and souls of two void giants of the fourth realm. After they are sacrificed, they can be transformed into two strongman of the void, but each time they are used, they will wear out. The wear and tear of the runestones depends on the intensity of the battle.

Although the Void Giant Realm in this Talisman of Strength has declined, if it is stimulated, it can still exert the strength of the half-step Giant Spirit Realm, which is equivalent to the half-step Lord Realm of the Wild Beast Alien Race.

If the runestone is completely liberated regardless of its damage, it will even be able to truly display its initial strength in the giant spirit realm. However, after it is completely liberated, the runestone will be useless."

Meng Qi held these two purple rune stones and said seriously, this kind of thing is extremely precious even in the Holy Land.

After all, it not only contains the bodies and souls of two fourth-level void giants, but also adds some rare heaven and earth spiritual materials. If you want to refine such a strongman's talisman, even a person from the black wizard realm Talisman makers also need to spend a lot of effort and cost.

After all, the rest of the treasures still require strength to be used, but this kind of thing does not require any prerequisites at all and can be used directly.

As long as a monk who can activate vitality or spiritual energy gets this thing, he can activate it at will and exert terrifying power. Moreover, this thing is absolutely loyal, and there will be no hesitation even if it is allowed to die.

The old man Wu took the two runestones with trembling hands. He had never heard of a treasure of this level even before, so one can imagine how precious this kind of thing is.

With this thing, it is equivalent to two fourth-level warriors guarding the tribe all the time. Even more amazing than the tribal totem is that this thing does not need the huge size of a totem pole, and it is extremely convenient to use. Even if this thing Even if it is a large tribe, it can be regarded as the most precious thing to suppress.

Black Bull on the side looked at the rune stones in Elder Wu's hand with excitement, his burning eyes almost igniting the air.

"As for this, there is a drop of Void Soul Divine Water in it. This is a sacred item specially given to the old witch by the master of the palace to sacrifice to you. As for the function of this thing, I believe I don't need to explain it more, right?"

Without waiting for more time for Wu Lao to react, Meng Qi placed the black jade bottle in his hand again and smiled lightly.

Hearing Meng Qi's words, the old wizard's body was shaken. He didn't have time to take a closer look at the two Hercules Rune Stones, and stuffed them directly into the hands of Xuan Niu who was already impatient. He carefully took the black jade bottle with trembling hands. He held it in his hand as if he were holding some kind of fragile treasure.

There was no need for Meng Qi to say anything. As for the function and value of this thing, Wu Lao had almost engraved it into his heart.

Wu Lao knew clearly that the reason why he had been unable to break through to the spirit witch realm was not due to lack of talent or any other reason. It was entirely because Wu Lao had suffered a terrible disaster in an accident, and his soul had been horribly damaged. His soul was injured, and not even his master could do anything about it.

Soul injuries are different from other physical injuries. Once a soul injury is formed, it is extremely difficult to heal. This is simply a disaster for a witch cultivator. Unless they are witch cultivators who have broken through to the black witch realm, even a white witch would not dare to do so. Let your soul be wounded.

If you want to heal the soul, you must get those legendary treasures that can heal soul wounds. This Void Soul Divine Water is one of them, but this kind of thing is extremely scarce even in the Great Wilderness Holy Land, and it is not his at all. A mere shaman cultivator at the Minghun level could covet him.

The old wizard had also struggled to find a solution to this matter, but he was not able to obtain any kind of elixir that could heal soul wounds. Even his master was almost impossible to find it. Besides, Wu Lao knew that his master had dozens of disciples, so it was impossible for him to pay too much for himself.

Since then, although Mr. Wu has broken through to the peak of Minghun level early, he has been unable to break through to the spiritual level. The trauma on his soul has become an insurmountable chasm for him. Therefore, Mr. Wu has no choice but to follow In the Holy Land, he sadly returned to the Black Eagle Tribe and never went out again.

Seeing Mr. Wu's expression that looked like crying and smiling, Meng Qi sighed and patted his shoulder without saying anything else.

Meng Qi also knew some information about the old wizard. For this once considered a talented wizard, the pain of being unable to break through for hundreds of years was simply unbearable.

Next to the two of them, Xuan Niu, who had been silent all this time, looked at the old Wu who was a little distracted at this time with worried eyes. Although he didn't know what had happened to the old Wu, he could see the old man's mood at this time. Ups and downs.

Meng Qi did not stay in the Xuanying Tribe for long. After reluctantly letting go of Hu Da, who was already hopeless, Meng Qi led a few people behind him to board the flying boat again and left the Xuanying Tribe. .

On the flying boat, Meng Qi's eyes became dull, and a chilling aura slowly rippled through his body.

Everything that needs to be explained has been completed, and he doesn’t have to worry about the safety of the Xuanying tribe. With the existence of the warrior runestones, he believes that nothing will happen to the Xuanying tribe. On the contrary, next, I am afraid that he will gain something. Busy.

But as Meng Qi looked at the shrinking Xuanying Mountain below, he felt a sense of doubt lingering in his heart.

"Why do you always feel that this Xuanying tribe is a little weird? Wait...Xuan clan?"

...

Outside the Witch Sacrifice Hall, looking at the endless sky, Shang Zhongyunshan said with a somewhat complicated face to the old wizard beside him: "Xuan Luo, it seems that your Xuanying tribe has completely risen, with His Highness Feng Xuan... ....”

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wu Lao.

"Yunshan Great Witch Festival, our Xuanying Tribe is our Xuanying Tribe. I just hope that Feng Xuan will be safe outside. As for relying on him to deliberately seek any benefits, I don't even bother to do it." The old wizard looked at Shang Zhongyunshan, who was standing beside him, said calmly.

The two of them were already familiar with each other. Although their abilities were very different, no one paid too much attention to them.

"Alas, you are still so stubborn, but this is in line with the character of you and your family."

Shang Zhongyun was not angry at the old witch interrupting him. Although the two of them did not interact frequently, as both witch priests from the east of Qishan, Shang Zhongyunshan also knew Xuanluo's character very well.

"Okay, it's time for me to leave. This time, because of His Highness Feng Xuan, our Li Shang Tribe also received a large reward. Thank him for me."

Shang Zhongyunshan said with a slight smile on his face, and then threw away a space magic weapon in his hand. After saying this, without waiting for the old wizard to answer, his whole person turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared from the place.

Looking at the place where Shang Zhongyun Mountain disappeared, the old witch curled his lips, then put his hands behind his back with some comfort, humming a small tune and slowly entered the witch sacrificial hall.

And just when the undercurrent of the Canglan Mountains was raging, the distant eastern region.

A flame demon with a body as huge as a mountain and burning with terrifying flames stood on the red mountain ridge. The hot breath around it burned the earth below into a piece of scorched earth. Its two eyes like the blazing sun stared at him. In the distance was a huge city with shining divine light. It opened a huge mouth covered with magma and roared in a low voice:

"Jinnu Mountain! Hand over that old guy, otherwise, you, Jinyan City, can't stop me!"