"We will never forget each other in all our lives!" Those who were originally awake, or those who woke up later, were all in tears. From the time they can remember, no one has treated them kindly. They were spurned, feared, and attacked and killed. He has always been with the Shishi people. From a tribe of tens of thousands at the beginning, to now there are only a few hundred people left to survive. Even so, it is impossible to say that the power of the curse has been passed down from generation to generation. This time the misfortune of genocide came again, but the man in green in front of him came, treated them with equal eyes, healed the poisonous wounds on his companions, and fought fiercely with the power of the curse.
For thousands of years, only the people in front of them could treat their forgotten and cursed tribe as equals, and only the people in front of them were willing to fight for them. Pull them out of the mire of curse.
For thousands of years, they have been tortured by the power of the curse. Every time, there will be serious casualties among the entire tribe. From a tribe of tens of thousands to only a few hundred people left, the Yeshi tribe members pray that one day they can Meet the saint, save the whole clan, so that the Yeshi clan can pass on the inheritance and find a way out in this world full of thorns. This time the power of the curse broke out again, and everyone thought that the Yeshi clan was in disaster. At this moment, Lu Xiaotian unexpectedly appeared. The only one who doesn't dislike them and is willing to rescue them. At this moment, the slightly thin figure in green clothes was like the supreme spiritual totem of the Yeshi tribe. It led to the devouring of hundreds of remaining Shashi tribesmen who couldn't help but bow down.
Buzz... The seven relics emitted a beam of cold light one after another, converging into a seven-color Buddha lotus. When Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand to hold it down, the seven-color Buddha lotus pressed down from the top of the cursed spirit, that is, the red devil.
The red demon roared unwillingly, and its huge body shrank smaller and smaller under the Buddha lotus formed by the relics, and finally turned into nothingness. Lu Xiaotian raised his hand and made a move, and the demon-suppressing towers flew into his body one after another. If this cursed spirit doesn't come out, Lu Xiaotian really has no good solution. Even using Buddhism can only delay the crisis of the Shishi clan, but cannot cure it, and Lu Xiaotian cannot stay in this wilderness forever. But now that the other party has come out, it is logical for Lu Xiaotian to kill him.
When he came back to his senses, hundreds of people from the Stone Tribe were already kneeling, and the person kneeling was none other than himself. Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but feel surprised. But soon, Lu Xiaotian could roughly understand the situation of the Yeshi tribe. After they were no longer affected by the cursed spirit, the Yeshi tribe seemed to have gained a new life, no longer the evil before, and now they had a kind of survival after the disaster. , weak after the withered grass, but full of vitality. Before the catastrophe of genocide, he became the saint these people had been waiting for.
Even without using his spiritual consciousness to deliberately explore the bodies of these Sheishi people, Lu Xiaotian can already sense the strong or weak earth spiritual energy in these people. It was just that it had been suppressed for too long before.
"The power of the curse has been lifted, and you have been given a new life. Get up." Lu Xiaotian didn't like being worshiped by so many people. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his palm to lift up these hundreds of people, and a soft strong wind lifted them up. . After the power of the curse was lifted, these Sheishi tribe members were able to speak normally and no longer had to communicate in extremely superficial ways like before.
"Yes, Saint." The hundreds of stone tribesmen stood up one after another, with an indescribable joy on their faces. Although I am still not used to speaking, I can communicate normally now.
"Do you have a method of cultivation that can be passed down from generation to generation?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
The Yeshi clan members present looked at me and I looked at you, shaking their heads.
"That's all, according to the fluctuations of spiritual power in your bodies, they are all earth elements, which is quite simple." Lu Xiaotian thought about it for a moment. He has come all the way from Wangyue Cultivation World to the present, and many powerful people have fallen into his hands. The exercises that I have done are also carried out in a car. It's rare that I have a few earth-type techniques in my hand that are all at a low level. I don't need them, and I never have the right opportunity to take action. It would be just right to leave it to the Yeshi tribe.
Lu Xiaotian rummaged through the Xumi ring for a while, and then found several earth-based exercises one after another. One of them, the "Diruo Dapan Sutra", is relatively righteous and peaceful, with the most complete exercises and can be practiced until the Mahayana stage. The other two techniques are also pretty good until the late stages of the Fusion Realm. If these exercises are passed on to others, they can be sold at a good price. However, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but look sideways at the experience of the Yeshi Clan, so he decided to help them. As for how far they can go in the future, it depends on the Yeshi Clan themselves.
"Thank you, Saint, for preaching." Led by a few old men, hundreds of Page Stone tribe members bowed their heads and worshiped again, with pious expressions on their faces.
Several old men carefully held several exercises like Bibles.
In the following days, Lu Xiaotian still worked hard to refine the magnetic gold liquid. From time to time, he would also take the time to give guidance on the cultivation of the Yeshi clan members. With Lu Xiaotian's eyesight, the problems that originally puzzled the Yeshi clan members can be easily solved. For thousands of years, the people of the Yeshi tribe have suffered the calamity of being exterminated more than ten times. They have been looked down upon and become an abandoned tribe. These encounters have brought unprecedented unity to the Yeshi tribe and made them understand the importance of strength. Now that I had the opportunity to practice and someone to guide me, I eagerly absorbed everything I could come into contact with. The people of the Yeshi tribe have extremely good physical constitution. At this time, I obtained the corresponding exercises and soon embarked on the path of cultivation.
At this time, Lu Xiaotian had quite an understanding of the secret method of refining the Yuan Magnetic Gold Liquid, so he did not move again. He stayed in the territory of the Yeshi tribe for several months and completely refined three drops of the Yuan Magnetic Gold Liquid. In the distant sky, a golden roc's long cry sounded, and a small golden dot grew from small to large. The person who came was none other than Jin Peng.
The people of the Yeshi tribe all turned pale when they saw Jin Peng. From Jin Peng, they sensed a huge threat that was too powerful to resist. Even if they were just glanced at by Jin Peng's sharp eyes, they couldn't help but feel frightened.
But after the golden roc just whined, it turned into a golden light and stopped docilely beside Lu Xiaotian.
"Master." Jin Peng took out a Sumeru ring and presented it to Lu Xiaotian, "All the puppets collected by Director Dong Feng are inside."
Lu Xiaotian took the Xumi ring and glanced inside. There was a black bear puppet in the middle stage of the Divine Void Realm, and a horned deer puppet whose strength was equivalent to the early stage of the Divine Void Realm. There are also three puppets equivalent to those in the late stages of becoming a god. Just these puppets cost Lu Xiaotian nearly 300,000 low-grade spiritual crystals, which were extremely expensive, but it was commendable that Dong Feng could collect two of them in such a short time.
"Strong!" After Lu Xiaotian put away the Xumi ring, he shouted to the eldest man of the Yeshi tribe.
"Sage, what are your orders?"
Although Lu Xiaotian is not interested in this title, the Yeshi tribe has recognized Lu Xiaotian as the saint who can save the whole tribe. Lu Xiaotian does not bother to explain and just accepts it. After this separation, I don’t know if there will be another chance in the future. Goodbye is also two words.
"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself in the future." Lu Xiaotian said.
