The sword light went straight up into the sky, and then fell straight down.
He slashed out a bright sword light and fell far into the mountains and forests.
Boom!
Dust and smoke are everywhere.
Countless sword rays criss-crossed, and more than ten ancient trees were cut in half in an instant. The ground was crisscrossed with ravines, leaving deep sword marks and devastation everywhere.
Even in chaos.
There was also a ferocious beast rabbit the size of a calf, lying in a pool of blood with its head missing.
…
Dead silence!
There was dead silence.
All the primitive people's eyes widened.
I can't close my mouth.
It's like seeing a ghost!
How had they ever seen this movement?
Just like that, and like that again...that's it?
Especially the leader of the Black Stone clan and others stared straight at the blue sword light that circled from the horizon and returned to Wang Xiu, hovering extremely obediently and mysteriously.
Suddenly, I felt that the artifact I had just acquired was no longer fragrant.
The high priest is worthy of being an elder and has the best judgment. He was the first to react and knelt directly on the ground, praising loudly: "Long live the prophet!"
The others finally reacted.
After swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, he also shouted.
"Long live the Prophet!"
"Long live the Prophet!"
"Long live the Prophet!"
"..."
…
Wow! !
As everyone cheered, another dense golden power of faith floated towards Wang Xiu.
Wang Xiu nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and pressed it.
He raised his hand to steady the flying sword and tapped the sword with his fingers, making a crisp clang sound.
Then he said: "What do you think of my sword?"
High Priest: "Okay!"
Blackstone Clan Leader: "Strong!"
Deputy Chief: "Hang!"
As expected of a primitive man, his words are simple and unpretentious.
Wang Xiu said: "Then, do you want to learn how to forge such a sword?"
The leader of the Blackstone clan was the first to nod: "I think! Please ask the prophet to teach us!"
"Please teach us the prophet!"
Everyone kowtowed together with sincere voices, especially the high priest, whose body trembled.
If only there was such an artifact.
What kind of beast are you afraid of?
Why worry that the tribe can't develop steadily, eat meat every day, don't have to go hungry, sleep peacefully, and hug the big butts and feel happy?
Wang Xiu saw enough desires and impulses in the eyes of these primitive people.
He nodded and said, "If you want, just follow me!"
…
He took a group of strong men from the Black Stone Tribe and went deep into the mines.
Finally, he came to the place where he mined black iron ore before.
He took out a freshly minted mining pick and personally demonstrated the techniques and key points of mining.
"Pay attention. These stones may seem gray and featureless, but they actually have textures and structures. If you dig along the internal structure, you can save a lot of effort..."
really.
It involves work.
Primitive people get started much faster!
If you encounter a place with a special mineral vein structure, teach them how to use the Thunder Explosion Talisman.
This is one of the few low-level talismans that can be activated without mana and with the help of external force. As long as it encounters an open flame, it can automatically ignite the talisman, thus producing amazing power, which is enough to meet the basic needs of mining.
Wang Xiu prepared a lot in advance.
Just waiting for today.
Wang Xiu only taught him twice, and the Blackstone Clan leader had basically understood it. He led a few tribesmen and started digging with mining picks. His eyes were excited, as if he saw the artifact waving to him.
Wang Xiu looked at the hard-working people and was filled with joy.
It was as if he saw Xuan Tie Elite and Xuan Huang Mother Qi waving to him!
…
Subsequently.
Wang Xiu returned to the tribe with some of the mined ore and continued to build mining picks.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The sounds of forging iron come and go.
Wang Xiu is now familiar with all the processes and can control it with his mind and forge two mining picks at the same time.
But this repetitive, assembly-line work still made him feel a little tired.
“It’s not an option for me to do these basic tools myself... I have to let them learn them as soon as possible!”
Wang Xiu took a deep breath.
He became even more determined to teach the people of the Blackstone Tribe the art of forging.
after all.
This is just the beginning.
There will be many places where tools will be used in the future, so it’s impossible for me to work as a coolie for these people, right?
Isn’t that putting the cart before the horse?
…
A few days later.
All twenty-one mining picks are completed.
distributed to all workers.
Wang Xiu gave the order and asked them to mine straight along a line according to his wishes.
The project of going deep into the black iron veins has officially begun.
The primitive mountain forests used to be silent.
Suddenly it became lively.
There was a constant flow of tinkling sounds.
From time to time, earth-shaking sounds of thunderstorms sounded, frightening the ferocious beasts and monsters on the surrounding barren mountains so much that they did not dare to approach.
I thought some big monster was coming!
Twenty-one laborers.
Each person holds a black iron ore pickaxe and is equipped with a thunderstorm talisman.
In just half a month.
They have entered a place with extremely deep veins.
…
…
Everyone in the Blackstone Tribe has turned into a mining machine with no emotion.
Pickaxe after pickaxe, he drilled toward the deepest part of the vein.
Persistent and determined.
This day.
"Prophet, prophet!"
A place halfway up the mountain.
Wang Xiu was lying on the grass basking in the sun.
The high priest suddenly ran over in a hurry, his face full of excitement.
Wang Xiu sat up and looked at him: "What's wrong?"
The high priest hurriedly said: "Prophet, did we... dig something?"
Wang Xiu's eyes lit up: "What?"
The high priest said: "I don't know, it will glow, colorful, very beautiful..."
He danced and described it with his clumsy words.
Wang Xiu already had a picture in his mind. He immediately stepped on the flying sword, rose directly into the air, and got into the mine.
He is extremely fast.
Pass through a dark area.
Soon they arrived at the place where everyone from the Black Stone Tribe was.
The surrounding environment has changed greatly.
The ores that were originally just emitting a hazy light are now all translucent and dazzling, like barriers made of pieces of glazed divine gold.
It is also like a treasure mountain, silent and silent.
It seems like it has been like this forever.
The leader of the Black Stone clan and others were among them, their eyes full of curiosity. They found that at some point, they began to be surrounded by hazy light and mist, and the clouds were steaming and the clouds were shining brightly.
"Dark Iron Elite!"
Wang Xiu was surprised and blurted out.
This is a true treasure, rarer than ordinary black iron ore. If it can be used to cast the natal flying sword, it will be no less than any rare thing in the world.
As far as Wang Xiu knew, there was no big boss in the entire Taixuan Sect who could use a treasure of this level.
even.
Look at the entire Jiang Kingdom.
The Black Iron Elites are just legends.
The last time it appeared was hundreds of years ago, causing a bloody storm. It is said that many major cultivators were destroyed in that battle.
certainly.
What surprised Wang Xiu the most was not this.
Rather, there are so many black iron elites here, so the possibility of having black and yellow mother energy in the core is as high as 90%!
Wang Xiu took a deep breath.
Release your spiritual consciousness as much as possible and explore the surrounding situation.
really.
It's about seven or eight feet southeast.
A cloud of dark-yellow mist hung quietly there.
Wrapped in an infinite halo, it sometimes emits ripples, like crystal, and sometimes sways like flames, but it does not give people a light and airy feeling. Instead, it is extremely heavy, like a nebula with countless worlds in it.
The light flows in that ball of divine energy, revealing all kinds of magical images.
Sometimes he transforms into a giant, holding a giant axe, as if he is creating the world.
Sometimes it transforms into a huge palm that reaches the sky and the earth, capable of suppressing everything in the world.
Endless changes, only in a moment.
Miraculous to the extreme.
Xuanhuang mother's anger!
That must be the Xuanhuang Mother Qi!
It is exactly the same as what is recorded in ancient books.
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