Chapter 572 The Fire-Bearer
The flames burned like dancing orange-red flowers.
Originally it was just an ordinary scene, just an ordinary fire, but when Zhang Yang gently placed the spirit of the earth that he had summoned and condensed with the witch's talent into the flames.
In just a moment, all the villagers of the Xing clan who were watching this scene seemed to be hit hard in the depths of their hearts, and then a long-lost, extremely familiar, yet extremely unfamiliar blood surged, making them burst into tears uncontrollably. Even though they knew nothing at the moment, they just felt a sense of intimacy as if they were back home.
It’s like minced garlic and coriander to salty tofu pudding, it’s a memory engraved in the bones.
No words, no description!
Zhang Yang's small body also began to tremble uncontrollably at this time, and the blood in his body was like a hundred thousand rivers surging non-stop. This was a call from deep within his blood genes, an identification, and had nothing to do with the soul.
"I feel like I have broken a great imprisonment. The Xing Clan imprisoned the bloodline totem of the ancient Wu Clan, but now I have opened it. Oh, I am so panicked. I have to inform the main body of this matter. If the consequences and mess caused are too big, I can't handle it."
"Hey, main body, I really didn't mean to trick you, you must listen to my explanation--"
Even with this thought in mind, Zhang Yang still very honestly put his hands close to the magical flame. He did not feel any burning sensation, only warmth and intimacy. The flames licked and surrounded him, spreading from his arms until they enveloped his entire body. The blood in his body flowed more violently, like waves in the sea, like rumbling thunder. A vigorous, infinite power gathered together and finally erupted.
Zhang Yang himself could not help but roar towards the sky. The shackles from the blood and genetic level were blasted away one by one, and his body grew wildly and uncontrollably until his height exceeded ten meters and his weight exceeded ten tons.
On the surface of the body, obscure and complex battle patterns are faintly visible, and each one carries a weird and "outrageous" aura.
The flame also absorbed enough blood power from Zhang Yang, and in an instant it grew from a small flame to three meters high.
In the flames, a vague spirit of the earth has become more solid and substantial.
"It's over. I seem to be in real trouble."
It took Zhang Yang's body five minutes to return to its original state after escaping from the flames. At the same time, he was also feeling uneasy. It was not because his power had become so powerful and strange at this moment, but because the moment he broke the blood shackles, he sensed that some unknown power had crossed the void and was directly projected onto him.
There is no doubt that this is the sinful debt owed by the ancient witch clan!
"But who cares?"
Zhang Yang sneered in his heart. The people of the Xing tribe must be the descendants of the ancient witch tribe. In order to avoid a crisis that might lead to their genocide, they fled in panic all the way in the fourth sequence. As a result, they were unlucky and escaped into the game of some unknown ancient god. They thought they could live safely, but now they are still facing the crisis of genocide.
In this situation, it might not be a bad idea to ignite the witch fire, break through the bloodline shackles, and let the ancient witch clan's great enemy cross the void to chase after him.
He just didn't believe that the ancient god who played games here would be willing to give up the fat meat he had obtained? In short, he would do the thing first. Anyway, he would not bear the consequences. At most, he would sacrifice his little cousin with blood - hahaha, just kidding.
"Come on, this is the destination of our ancient war witch clan, our true heritage, and our true home. Reach out your hands, purify the filthy blood in your bodies, and usher in a new life!"
Zhang Yang shouted passionately, so a brave villager stepped forward and put his hand into the flames with great anticipation. The next second, he screamed miserably, and the flames burned all over his body, burning him to ashes in just a few seconds.
Raising dust...
Uh, what the hell is this?
All the villagers were awakened by the fright, and the sense of familiarity that the witch fire had given them before disappeared in an instant.
Zhang Yang was also confused. Logically, this shouldn't happen. Shouldn't any member of the Xing Clan who felt close to Wu Huo be accepted by Wu Huo? Unless, these guys had too much filthy spiritual energy accumulated in their bodies.
So he immediately turned to look at the old men among the villagers. These were old guys who were one hundred and fifty, sixty, or even two hundred years old. The witch blood and witch power in their bodies had become weaker with age, and they therefore absorbed less filthy spiritual energy. So perhaps they could withstand the baptism of witch fire.
However, before Zhang Yang could speak, the oldest old man walked calmly towards the witch fire amid the fearful and horrified gazes of the other villagers, and then a few more old men walked over. Normally, they were a burden in the village, but today, they were the most authoritative.
The witch fire suddenly surged and spread to the seven old guys. They were definitely in pain, but they were fearless and did not resist the power of the witch fire at all.
Gradually, their shriveled bodies became strong again, and one could even hear their heartbeats like drums. They also gradually broke through the constraints of their bloodlines, and faint lines of battle appeared on their bodies. The various powers inherited from the ancient witch clan would once again descend upon them.
But at this moment, an old man suddenly groaned, and turned into ashes the next second, and then the second old man was soon burned to ashes.
Only five old guys are still holding on.
When Zhang Yang saw this, he suddenly understood a little bit. This might have nothing to do with how much filthy spiritual energy he absorbed, but it was all about whether his belief was firm.
The reason why he didn't feel any pain before and even felt very comfortable was entirely because his true spirit was extremely solidified and his will had been tempered billions of times. This mere witch fire really couldn't make him reveal his true form.
Of course, this also has a lot to do with the fact that he forced his small body to awaken the witch prayer talent from the very beginning.
These old men have experienced a lot of hardships, and their will is definitely stronger than that of young people, so they can persist to this extent. However, if they want to pass the test of the witch fire, it depends on whether they can continue to persevere. Otherwise, if they slack off a little, they will end up being burned to ashes.
"Well, we have to intervene, otherwise there may not be anyone among the thousands of people in this village who can pass the purification test of witch fire."
Zhang Yang made a quick decision. The development of things had changed a lot, and he no longer expected a perfect start.
At that moment, he immediately activated the witch's talent and let its effect fall on an old man. In fact, he didn't know what would happen exactly, but at this moment, doing something was better than doing nothing.
There was no sound at first when the witch's prayer talent was released. If it weren't for the ability to summon the spirit of the earth, Zhang Yang would have thought he was performing a shaman act. But at this moment, as the witch's prayer talent entered the range of the witch fire, a magical scene happened. The blazing witch fire seemed to be tamed.
At the same time, Zhang Yang could even "see" the hearts of the five old men.
What the hell is this? Shocked, Zhang Yang quickly reacted and found the souls of the other two old men who were burned to ashes. They looked very happy and had become part of the witch fire to some extent. They were smiling at him and other tribesmen and were constantly encouraging the remaining five old men.
At this time, Zhang Yang hesitated. Would his help really be useful?
This set of skills of the ancient witch clan is very mysterious.
Why does it feel so weird to use witch fire to carry the souls of the dead people, to use reality to carry the bodies of the people, and to use witch fire as a bridge for the inheritance of civilization? Zhang Yang pondered, and a bold idea was emerging, but at this moment, poof——
The third old man turned into ashes, but only his body turned into ashes. His soul was still there and had grown significantly, reaching the level of a true leaf spirit.
Soon after, the fourth old man was also reduced to ashes. Some of the villagers outside started to cry loudly. They looked at Zhang Yang with anger and fear, fearing that he would throw them into the fire as well.
But Zhang Yang didn't have the heart to care about them at the moment. He just stared at the remaining three old men. He had a hunch that these would be three unusual old men.
It’s not because they will survive, nor because they are strong enough, but because the witch fire is actually looking for a strange balance between the three of them, and then the witch fire automatically divides into three different natures.
"boom!"
The witch fire suddenly turned into flames dozens of feet high, and then dissipated. Only a small pile of ordinary flames remained in its place. All illusions disappeared, and only three of the seven old men were left. They had passed the test.
And unlike Zhang Yang, their bodies have not changed much, only about six meters in height. In addition, there are three different kinds of flame battle patterns on their foreheads and chests.
"Fire-bearer!"
Zhang Yang couldn't help but speak, as if some memory hidden in his blood genes was awakening.
"Meet the Earth Wizard."
The temperaments of the three old men are completely different from before, as magical as if a beggar had transformed into the president of a Fortune 500 company.
Moreover, they must have a lot of knowledge about the ancient witch clan. For example, Zhang Yang himself didn't know what an Earth Wizard was. Could this be the origin of the Earth Warrior?
"Thank you, Earth Wizard, for your enlightenment. Now my War Wizard clan has rekindled the wizard fire and has a lot of work to do. I hope you can guide my clan."
"Speak human language!"
Zhang Yang frowned. These three fire-bearers could actually split the witch fire into three and contain it within. Although this was the same nature as transmitting fire, it also meant that most of his power was divided. He wanted to build a small civilization, not create enemies for his main civilization.
This trend must not be allowed to occur.
The three old men looked at each other and took turns speaking, "From this moment on, I will be the fire bearer of the War Witch Clan, carrying the Witch Fire, and taking it as my responsibility to inherit the Witch Blood War Mark of the War Witch Clan. There will be no more Xing Shells in the world."
"From this moment on, I will be the fire bearer of the War Witch Clan, carrying the witch fire, and taking it as my responsibility to inherit the witch power and battle patterns of the War Witch Clan. There will be no more punishment in the world."
"From this moment on, I will be the fire bearer of the War Witch Clan, carrying the witch fire, and taking it as my responsibility to inherit the witch language and war patterns of the War Witch Clan. There will be no more criminal seeds in the world."
"Master Witch, you are our leader now. Please lead us to find a purer and more complete earth spirit and open a higher level of witch fire. Only then can we teach our people stronger battle patterns."
"Yes, the witch fire inheritance we have now is only the first stage. The blood battle pattern only has the fury battle pattern, the strength battle pattern only has the huge strength battle pattern, and the speech battle pattern only has the sharp arrow battle pattern and the protection battle pattern."
After the three old men finished speaking, Zhang Yang and the other villagers' eyes all lit up. No one would refuse a good thing that could improve their strength.
"Let's see the power first!"
Zhang Yang actually has a total of nine battle patterns on his body, which should be the peculiarity of being an earth wizard.
"Xingshi, come out."
Zhang Yang waved his hand. Xing Shi was the third best master in the village. Taking into account the foul spiritual energy in his body, his strength was almost equivalent to that of a demigod. Of course, Zhang Yang had tested him before. These country folk only had brute force, and the actual utilization rate was too low. With such a level, one Mahayana master could kill ten of them.
But it would be different if there was a corresponding battle pattern.
Zhang Yang called out four more villagers at this time, all of whom were earth warriors. Normally speaking, Xing Shi alone would definitely not be able to defeat these four people.
The three old men who were holding the fire looked at each other, and the leader immediately released a furious battle pattern at Xingshi. In a flash, Xingshi grew violently to more than eight meters tall, and the muscles all over his body were like huge rocks. With a roar, the four villagers in front who were still very confident were frightened and trembled.
"Giant force!"
The second fire-raiser added another battle pattern to the stone, and the guy suddenly grew to nine meters, and his weight was probably close to ten tons! "No need to add more, Xingshi, do it!"
Zhang Yang shouted, and before he finished speaking, Xing Shi turned into a shadow, stirring up a sonic boom cloud that soared into the sky. With one punch, he collapsed a small hill a few hundred meters ahead! With another punch, the ground was blasted with cracks hundreds of meters long.
He didn't go and fight with the four villagers, because there was no doubt that they were no match for him.
"So strong, add a protective battle pattern to him!"
Zhang Yang shouted, very excited. The fighting power of this war witch clan was really too strong. The instantaneous damage output was even more fierce than that of the sword immortal. Moreover, this was still a primary war pattern. If it was an advanced war pattern, wouldn't it not be afraid of even mechanical zombies? At this time, with the release of the guardian war pattern, layers of khaki light shields appeared on Xingshi's body, connected to the earth, and looked very inconspicuous.
"drink!"
On this side, Zhang Yang also activated the sharp arrow battle pattern on his body, drew his bow with his empty hand, and a violent blood force quickly gathered from his body and gathered between his hands in an instant. A giant ochre-colored arrow automatically condensed, and dozens of thunders exploded the moment it flew out of his hand.
There was no afterimage at all, and then in an instant, a mountain was blown away, and even the soil and rocks were vaporized and annihilated.
Next to a deep pit, Xing Shi, covered in wounds and dying, lay trembling there, looking extremely aggrieved.
What made him reach the peak in an instant, and what made him fall into the abyss in an instant?
Ah-ah, give me a cup of forgetfulness water!
(End of this chapter)
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