Wang Yu succeeded. He broke through the upper limit and had the 100th drop of true blood.
After that, you only need to rely on your own efforts and perseverance to add up one hundred drops of true blood drop by drop.
One day it will condense into a drop of divine blood, possessing the ability to transform into a divine body.
By then he will become the top-notch divine warrior in the general tribe.
However, Wang Yu's success is not the success of Fu Zhu tribe.
Less than 30% to 40% of the young warriors came out of the various lairs in the ancient trees.
Most of the others have died in the lair of wild beasts.
This is the reason why the wild beasts do not join forces to prevent these Fu Zhu tribe warriors from coming to provoke.
Who would say no to delicious food delivered to their doorstep?
As for the dead wild beasts... they will die, which means they are weak.
The weak are not worthy of sympathy, let alone respect and cherishment in the wild world.
A burst of red-gold light flashed across the sky brilliantly.
The Sun Bird stretched its wings and then landed towards the sacred tree in the west.
Although the Sun God Bird returned to the sacred tree, its remaining afterglow still turned into a crimson sunset, dyeing the entire mountain forest with a layer of red gold and crimson halo.
The hunting team of the husband tribes returned quickly in silence. Compared to the noisy time, everyone in the team was very quiet at this time.
Although the desolate people seem to be heartless, in fact they are not unaware of the passing around them.
It’s just that too much has passed away, and it gradually becomes numb.
As they gradually approached the Fuzhu tribe, most of the people subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Unless the wild beasts go crazy, they will not attack the tribe with the altar of the god, because that symbolizes that the tribe is under the gaze of the god.
Although the passage between the divine world and the human world has been cut off, no part of this world has escaped the control of the gods.
Gods can ignore the insignificance of mortal beings, but mortal beings cannot underestimate the majesty of gods.
The majesty that belongs to God must be respected and protected.
"Finally... I'm going home!" Wang Yu let out a sigh of relief. Even he himself didn't realize that he unconsciously regarded all the tribes as his home.
This is inconceivable to a monk from another world.
What's more, Wang Yu is a demon cultivator from the Ten Demon Sect, which is even more incredible.
Of course, this is also in Ke Xiaoliang's plan.
The huge difference in time ratio, as well as the huge profits and profit prospects, will make quite a number of monks almost completely abandon reality.
When the time living in the wild world far exceeds the time in reality, then comparing the two, which one is reality and which one is illusion?
Suddenly, Wang Yu froze and felt a very obvious murderous intention.
As a monk who grew up in the midst of swordsmanship and intrigue, Wang Yu is extremely sensitive to murderous intent.
Without any time to think, Wang Yu dropped the huge prey on his shoulders and ducked, hiding his huge body of more than five meters under the body of the wild bird.
Only then did the terrifying sound of breaking through the air come.
A large number of arrows, although they are simply made of wood and bamboo, are sharper and sharper than flying swords.
Just a little bit away, Wang Yu would be pierced through the chest by several arrows.
The corpse of the wild bird helped Wang Yu block these arrows.
Although the wild bird is dead, its feathers are still strong and its body is still strong.
The arrow, which was sharper and sharper than a flying sword, landed on the corpse of the wild bird, pricking a large number of bloody holes in the corpse.
"Be careful, don't let out all the precious blood in the prey's body, aim better!" came a hoarse voice.
"Who is it? Is it from another tribe?" Wang Yu was frightened, holding a stone ax in his hand, ready to counterattack at any time.
The sneak attack just now added a few more casualties to the team that was already depleted on the way back.
The tribes have really suffered a huge loss in this wave.
With a roar, all the divine warriors protecting the team from all tribes had transformed.
Their divine bodies are all deer-headed and human-bodied, all silver-white.
The strongest one among them, the overflowing divine power even covered the spear in his hand.
The spear also turned silver-white.
This should be his usual weapon. After being washed away by divine power many times, the stone spear will change together with its owner, and even change into more forms according to the owner's wishes, possessing even more terrifying power.
There were shadows all around, and there were more than twenty people emerging from behind the treetops, grass, and rocks.
There are also divine warriors among them.
Although they carried out a sneak attack, these people did not intend to hide all the time and took advantage of the terrain to carry out siege.
I don't know if he doesn't understand the art of war, or if he is simply barbaric, rude and direct.
In fact... these people's sneak attack had already surprised the warriors of the tribes.
"They are from the Ouao tribe! They are all good at using bows and arrows, so everyone should be careful." said a warrior from the Fuzhu tribe.
Then he burst out with divine power and began to move quickly, turning into a white shadow in the forest.
The warriors of each tribe have different strengths because of their different bloodlines.
The warriors of the Ouhao tribe are good at bows and arrows, while the warriors of the Fuzhu tribe have an advantage in speed. They are also good at finding herbs, making medicine pools, and are very good at cultivating future generations.
Not every tribe is like the Fuzhu tribe, which can create a large medicine pool to allow those young children to grow up quickly.
"You actually made a sneak attack!"
"Could it be...have you violated the honor of your ancestors?" A divine warrior from the Fuzhu tribe asked angrily while launching a surprise attack.
What answered him was a burst of rapid fire.
Each arrow was as swift as thunder and lightning.
But this divine warrior did not escape them all.
Although he was fast, his position was exposed because he said a few more nonsense words.
Perhaps the eyes of the warriors of the Ouhao tribe could not follow his position, but their ears could distinguish his location.
Fortunately, the divine warrior was hit in the shoulder by the tongue, which did not affect his speed too much. Otherwise, he would have died under random arrows.
With silver radiance radiating all over the place, the tall divine warriors from all tribes spread their arms to bring up a piece of silver horse training.
Dazzling and dazzling, the silver glow flows like a stream under a moonlit night.
This divine warrior from various tribes rushed towards the enemy without hesitation.
The arrows were as fast as rain, and they came in dense numbers. Each one was at least extremely powerful, and it was extremely terrifying.
But these arrows were easily shattered under the silver light.
The gap between divine bodies and non-divine bodies cannot be made up by strength and quantity.
Just like the gap between true gods and mortals, quantity cannot make up for it.
It's a pity that the opponent also has divine warriors.
Among the warriors of the Ouhao tribe, a divine warrior manifested the posture of a divine body with three heads and six tails. He pulled out a tail feather behind him and turned it into a jet-black arrow, aiming at the divine body of a Fuzhu tribe. The warrior shoots away.
