Chapter 65 300 Years of Ancestral Spirits
"call!"
Zhang Yang let out a sigh of relief. After observing his surroundings, he couldn't help but burst out laughing because it was stable.
As long as Wu Yuan is promoted to a two-star hero, there will be no more obstacles in sealing the fire spirit. It all depends on the effect of his confinement spell. "Wait, I want to check out that 300-year-old ginseng? No, ancestral spirit, what is that?"
Zhang Yang quickly summoned the golden scale in his mind.
I saw a blue mist appear at one end, and a white dice with five dots on it at the other end.
"Ruyi dice? No way, this ancestral spirit is so valuable!"
Zhang Yang was shocked, but this time he had no intention of exchanging for the Ruyi Dice, because he suddenly thought of a very terrible situation.
The ancestral spirit of the human race and 300 years old, these two concepts jumped into his mind and instantly reminded him of the fantasy village building order.
"Nah, that tiger tribe, isn't it also a village built by someone who has bound the fantasy village building order? It's just that the belief template they chose is ancestor worship, so they have this so-called 300-year-old ancestor spirit?"
This thought made Zhang Yang shudder.
Because if we follow this speculation, the village where he lives may very well be in this movie world, or it may not be, but there is absolutely no suspense about one thing.
That is, after his village develops in the future, it will definitely become a trial site for other village chiefs when they complete the hero trial or lord trial.
It’s so deceptive and immoral.
After a long time, Zhang Yang finally suppressed the panic and despair in his heart. Yes, this is too fucking difficult. Who came up with this setting? Don't let me see him, otherwise I'll be chopped into meat paste!
At this time, Zhang Yang looked down along the golden scale, where there were specific instructions about the 300 ancestral spirits of the human race.
"It means that this is a pure spiritual body of faith generated by the human race after they worshipped their ancestors, commonly known as gods. Its mission is to protect the tribe, and as time goes by, as faith expands, its abilities will also grow."
"How to use it: It can be used to upgrade the magic professions in the village, including priests/mountain gods/mages, etc. A 300-piece human ancestor spirit can upgrade 5 recruits to junior mages/priests. It can also upgrade a level 1 mountain god to a level 5 mountain god."
"It can also be used by the person who binds the village order. After use, the soul strength will increase by one level, and a new talent/spell/aura buff will be obtained. If the compatibility reaches more than 90%, unknown changes will be triggered."
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It was indeed very precious. Zhang Yang hesitated for a few seconds, then stopped moving and continued to examine the beast's soul.
The price of this thing on the golden scale is actually 30,000 energy points.
"Instructions: The artifact left by the Saber-tooth Tiger King contains the heritage and will of the Saber-tooth Tiger clan. Friendly reminder, if you want to turn into a Saber-tooth Tiger, then please use it."
"This is also a good thing, but I don't dare to use fusion now. Wu Yuan is also talking nonsense. It requires a very high soul strength and extremely strong willpower to use it."
Zhang Yang secretly thought that when he was trying to merge the incomplete essence of the black-skinned mountain monster, he almost got possessed by him.
Undoubtedly, this saber-toothed tiger king is much more powerful than the black-skinned mountain monster.
Therefore, the saber-toothed tiger spirit can only be kept for later.
After waiting for about ten minutes, the white light covering Wu Yuan disappeared, and a lively Wu Yuan reappeared with his injuries completely healed. It must be said that this power of promotion is too magical.
Zhang Yang looked carefully and found that Wu Yuan's body had not changed much. His height was still two meters, but his limbs had become longer and stronger. It seemed that the power that could be erupted at any time and anywhere was so terrifying that he thought that the person standing in front of him was a saber-toothed tiger.
But when Wu Yuan took back the heroic spear, his whole aura changed again. It became as deep as the sea and as mysterious as the abyss, and it was impossible to tell whether he was real or fake.
Especially the heroic spear, when it came into Wu Yuan's hand, it automatically emitted a layer of white light, which was very magical.
Zhang Yang even released a soul force field and compressed it to the critical point of materialization, but Wu Yuan didn't change much and was completely unaffected.
"Very good, Wu Yuan, you will protect me."
Zhang Yang decided to merge the 300-year-old ancestral spirit immediately. He was the village chief, how could he be too weak in combat? Especially since this was related to the upcoming battle to seal the fire spirit.
When he was sure, a blue mist automatically enveloped his entire body and then completely sank into his body.
At this moment, Zhang Yang felt a cool feeling, without any discomfort at all. All the pores in his limbs and even his entire soul cheered involuntarily. Almost under his extremely clear perception, his soul power directly doubled from its original level.
It was too smooth, wasn't it? But just when Zhang Yang was feeling extremely comfortable, a mass of unknown things suddenly rushed out from the blue mist, which frightened him because at this moment his soul was blending perfectly with the blue mist, and they were inseparable. This was like the dagger was revealed when the picture was fully drawn, and there was no way to defend against it.
"My life is over!"
Zhang Yang shouted in despair in his heart. He could not imagine that he would die in this way. It was so depressing.
Um--
Wait, at this moment Zhang Yang suddenly found that there was another change, and saw that the unknown object was quietly dissolving, and a figure appeared in his soul, holding a long sword and maintaining a stabbing posture.
However, the figure did not attack. Instead, he suddenly looked up, seemed to smile, and then a mental wave came over.
"We are one of us!"
With just these four words, the figure holding the sword disappeared.
The next second, Zhang Yang woke up. He was really scared. It was too dangerous. He was not experienced enough, and the golden scale did not give him any warning at all.
"You have accepted the gift from Zhao Xuanling, the first tribal lord of the Tiger Tribe. You will unconditionally complete a lord side quest for him."
"Mission description: Please go to the tiger tribe's territory and eliminate a fatal crisis that will destroy the tiger tribe's territory. If you fail to complete it, you will suffer the backlash of the fantasy village construction order."
Two simple messages lit up, leaving Zhang Yang dumbfounded. His previous guess turned out to be correct. This Tiger Tribe was really established by those bound by the Village Building Order, and they were friendly forces from Earth.
But this was just luck. I must not do such stupid things again in the future. When Zhang Yang thought that the seemingly friendly blue mist actually hid a deadly murderous intent, he broke out in a sweat. This world is too dangerous. I want to go home and eat melons.
"However, I can also follow this pattern in the future. If it is an enemy, I will cripple it. If it is a friendly force, I will issue a mission to it. It is not a dream to successfully survive 300 years!"
(End of this chapter)
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