The blue-colored fireworks were like waves in the forest and sea, and accompanied by the roar of evil spirits, they penetrated the distance and came to the Black Mountain.
The rain and mist evaporate, and the hems of clothes flutter.
Heishan, whose cultivation had fallen to the Nascent Soul stage, took a small step back under the attack of Lu Yun's sword, and then there was praise in his eyes.
But what's more, it's happiness and excitement.
"good!"
He shouted loudly, and after releasing the force from the bronze knife in his hand, he struck back.
Heishan's knife flashed like a phantom and came to Lu Yun in an instant, aiming at her neck and slashing it.
Lu Yun just turned her head slightly to avoid the knife, which was too light because the killing intent was gone before the knife reached it.
Heishan regained his footing and patted Lu Yun on the shoulder, as if giving some recognition.
"You didn't embarrass me."
The heavy sword hit the ground, the flames went out, and the rain fell again above the head. The water wetted her hair, and her long eyelashes were covered with rain. Lu Yun looked at the Black Mountain and smiled leisurely.
"It was taught well by my seniors."
The war started suddenly and ended suddenly.
Yao Tian, who had been watching, observed the atmosphere between the two people with a serious look on his face.
After the conflict is over, there will naturally be peaceful negotiations.
In just two days, the two tribes reached unity.
There is nothing special about the ancient fire pond. It is located at the very center of the Shanshui Tribe.
The edge of a fire pit made of high black stones surrounds the people of the two tribes. The drizzle that has been hanging over the Shanshui Tribe all year round has stopped today, the sun is shining, and the light and shadow are changing.
Agusu walked up to the fire pit step by step, holding a piece of green wood burning with green fire.
The situation of the Shanshui tribe is better than that of the previous Aoki tribe. The flames in the fire pit are about the size of a washbasin, and the dark blue flames are like the deep seabed, mysterious and dangerous.
This kind of blue has a deep cold feeling.
Agusu put Qingmu into the fire pit. The two flames did not feel like fighting each other, but more like testing each other.
The first one to take action was the dark blue flame, which branched out like filaments like water flow and probed towards the green fire.
The green fire stayed there and swayed gently, like an innocent child, but the moment the dark blue flame touched it, it turned into tree shadows and enveloped it.
The two flames devoured each other, merged with each other, and finally turned into a bone-colored forest white.
The flames interweave pictures in the sky above the fire pit, and the magnificent mountains and rivers burning in the flames spread out gracefully.
Lu Yun could clearly see that the scene he was performing was not the present day, but more like the ancient memory in the fire pit.
"Throw that sword of yours in there."
Montenegro's voice appears, and it is aboveboard.
Lu Yun glanced at Yao Tian and saw that he was silent and did not object. She walked up and inserted Wu Zhu into the fire pit.
The moment the black heavy sword was submerged into the fire pit, the flames exploded, and countless tongues of flames swept in crazily, wrapping the heavy sword into it.
The flames swam on the heavy sword, and in Lu Yun's mind, there was a voice specially coming from Heishan.
"This sword was originally born in the fire pit."
"You want to know the origin of this sword, maybe you can take this opportunity to take a look."
Lu Yun did not look for the location of Black Mountain. She silently raised her head, and the turbulent scene above was changing.
Looking at the sky, the boundless sky tore a crack at a certain moment.
There seemed to be some bizarre dream hidden in the cracks. It was so chaotic that it was difficult to see clearly. All you could see was that something suddenly dispersed from the cracks, and then fell to each other.
One of the things fell into the ancient barbarian fire pit that had not been separated at that time.
It was a metal-like fragment, covered with a layer of burnt black, and the original material could not be seen.
The arrival of this fragment attracted the attention of the ancient barbarians. They thought it was a gift from God and they enshrined it.
The fragments were burned in the fire pit for many years. Assimilated by the strange power that could cover the entire ancient barbarian mountain range, the scorched black layer on the surface of the fragments receded, revealing the truth inside.
It was a noble pale golden color, with restrained brilliance and full charm.
It was about the size of a palm, and could be seen to be a fragment of a sword, and the cold blades on both sides of the fragment were surprisingly sharp.
This fragment was in the flames, untouched.
Until one day, a naughty child accidentally threw a stone into the fire pit while playing around.
In its heyday, the fire pit contained enough fire to burn away all impurities.
No one cared about it at first, but soon the ancient barbarians discovered that the stones thrown in were absorbed by the fragments, and the fragments seemed to become larger.
After the initial surprise, the ancient barbarians began to "feed". Various metals found in the mountains were thrown into the fire pit, and were received into fragments in the white flames.
This process lasts a long time.
During the sacrifice that year, the fire pit was filled with prey, and ancient sacrificial songs echoed over the fire pit.
The flames respond to their followers, erupting with power that covers the entire mountain range.
The creatures in the mountains responded, and they fed back their strength, and that strength was pulled and fell into the fire pit, like the hammer of heaven and earth, forging out the metal block that had become very large.
It was on that day that Wu Zhu was born.
The word "wu clumsy" is a gift from God.
The only pity is that no one can use this sword. The heavy sword can barely be lifted and cannot even be swung.
Since then, this sword has been regarded as a sacred object of the ancient barbarians, and it has also become a token of the ancient barbarian clan leader, and was shelved in a high cabinet.
The origin of this sword has been passed down orally from generation to generation among the clan leaders.
They said that this sword is waiting for a master, and they, the ancient barbarians, are the guardians of this sword.
As time goes by, some secret stories are being revealed, and the ancient barbarians are also ushering in changes in their rights.
The ancient barbarians divided one portion into four, while the fire in the fire pit was divided into three.
The third one stayed in the ancient barbarian mountains and turned into the later Beast Clan, Qingmu Clan and Shanshui.
Another one is to leave the Ancient Barbarian Mountains with this sword. They establish a stable place in a distant place. From then on, they remain anonymous and cut off all ties with the Ancient Barbarian Mountains.
This clan is called Black Mountain, and it is also this clan. Without the protection of fire, they cannot continue the witchcraft power of the ancient barbarians, and their totems no longer appear on their bodies.
Only their tall bodies tell the difference between them and the human race.
They modified the power of the physical body, and one year after outside monks accidentally entered the ancient city of Montenegro, they began to practice the same way as the human race.
After the initial chaos, the ancient barbarian mountains stabilized again. They forgot about the tribesmen they left and stayed in the mountains to hide from the world.
The distant Black Mountain tribe fell into the conspiracy of the human race. The Black Mountain tribe was almost destroyed. Until now, the ancient city is no longer there.
The tribesmen who left back then returned to this mountain range, met their old friends, and returned with secrets buried in history.
After the curtain of the interpretation came to an end, the flames converged back into the fire pit.
In the fire pit at this moment, the fire was about the height of a person, and the pale flame could not feel the temperature even if it was close to it, but Lu Yun did not underestimate the other party's power. (End of chapter)
