Chapter 364 I Am Temujin!

With a wave of his hand, the wind rose out of thin air, sweeping away all the female cultivators of the Qilian tribe, including Wu Rina.

Then Zhang Wei took out a piece of clothing from the spiritual cave and put it on, while thinking about his next arrangements.

According to Wu Rina's memory, the cultivation system on the Hetu grassland is slightly different from that in the outside world.

Due to limited resources, most cultivators on the grassland practice body and spirit, becoming so-called warriors or shamans, and only a small number of people will embark on the path of law cultivation.

However, the body-refining method of the grassland warriors is very rough in Zhang Wei's eyes, not to mention compared with the orthodox body-refining cultivators such as the Wuxian Sect, which can only be said to be wild.

Originally, the orthodox body-refining cultivators were much better than other cultivators in terms of lifespan and physical health.

However, due to the lack of resources, the grassland warriors could only strengthen their own blood and qi by constantly devouring the flesh and blood of spirit beasts, and could not take systematic and scientific medicinal baths.

This method of cultivation, although the early stage of cultivation progress is quite fast, and the blood and qi power of the same realm is far superior to the physical cultivation of the same realm, but it is a poisonous act of exchanging lifespan and physical health for combat power. The lifespan of grassland warriors in the same realm is nearly 30% lower than that of normal cultivators in the outside world!

For example, the leader of the Qilian tribe, Wujina's father Asotula, is a warrior comparable to the Jindan realm.

Now he is only over 500 years old, but he already has a sense of old age, which is equivalent to 800 years old for a normal Jindan cultivator!

If he does not break through again, he will die in the next 100 years.

But the warrior has a special ability

As long as the warrior is famous enough to cause the four directions to sing, he can turn into the spirit of the ancestors after his death and continue to protect the tribe under the prayers of the shaman and the tribe.

According to Zhang Wei's opinion.

It is the so-called conferring of gods.

However, the gods born in this way of deification do not have the emotions they had when they were alive. They only have simple instincts. They take action at the critical moment driven by the will of the tribe members to help the tribe overcome difficulties.

It is a relatively special way to use the spirit of the monks.

Moreover, not all warriors can become the spirits of the ancestors. They must have sufficient achievements and strength in their lifetime. If they want to achieve these two points, the warrior must have at least the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm in their lifetime.

As for the shaman.

This position is even more special.

According to the rules of the Hetu grassland, a tribe can have no warriors, but it must not be without a shaman.

The formal shaman is equivalent to the purple mansion master who has awakened the divine consciousness in the outside world. Because they pay special attention to the cultivation of the soul, they can use their own divine consciousness to communicate with the spirits of the ancestors or the natural spirits wandering on the grassland, and then through sacrifice, they can obtain power or rewards from them, or even guidance in danger, so as to get the entire tribe out of danger.

From this point of view, the practice of shaman is very similar to the Jishan Sect of the Five Regions.

However, compared with the Jishan Sect that advocates that unity is beneficial to both sides and separation is harmful to both sides, the shaman is more paranoid in the practice path of relying on natural spirits. It can even be said that he is the spokesperson of natural spirits or ancestral spirits.

The higher the practice, the less self-esteem.

Eventually, he will become a puppet of the ancestral spirits or natural spirits, and after death, he will turn into the power of the two to continue to shine.

Now, on this huge Hetu grassland, only a few tribes have great shamans and warriors comparable to the realm of transformation. They occupy the most fertile areas of water and grass in the entire grassland, and it has been more than 20,000 years.

The Qilian tribe and several other tribes around it are vassals of one of the large tribes, the Qishan tribe. Because they could not afford the high tribute coins, they migrated to the edge of this grassland together and ate sand for three hundred years.

As for Wu Rina, she is the most gifted genius in the Qilian tribe in the past five hundred years. She is extremely talented in both body and spirit training. At a young age, she has a cultivation level comparable to the Purple Mansion Realm. It is not a dream for her to reach the Nascent Soul Realm in the future. She is the hope for the Qilian tribe to escape from the current predicament.

But in Zhang Wei's eyes... it's just that.

Although she has good talent, she is just a seedling that can challenge the inner disciples in the Shenxiao Sect.

However, she has the Moon Spirit Root. If the people of the Yin Yang Sect see her, they may want to take her in.

Zhang Wei doesn't have this idea.

However, according to Wu Rina's memory, the direction of the Qishan tribe... seems to be highly overlapped with the location of the Xiantian Fortune Gourd... Could it be that it fell there?

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei felt a little heavy.

According to Wu Rina's memory, there are three warriors comparable to the God of Transformation and two great shamans in the Qishan tribe.

Especially the two great shamans, if they were in the tribe and mobilized the power of the ancestral spirits or the natural spirits, they could fully exert the terrifying power comparable to the two peak gods!

That is, five gods...

Such strength, even the previous Zhang Wei had to be cautious, after all, these warriors and shamans were not magic cultivators, and his five elements of Yang thunder had little restraint on them.

Not to mention him now...

Feeling that the meridians in his body had recovered less than 1%, Zhang Wei sighed.

Now he can only deal with a peak god at best, and is no match for the current Qishan tribe.

Although I also got a lot of treasures from the fragments of the secret realm, it is not difficult to recover, but without the innate gourd of good fortune, it will take at least hundreds of years to recover from my current situation.

Hundreds of years of effort...there are too many variables.

Moreover, as an outsider, it would be difficult to find a place on the Hetu grassland where high-level spiritual veins could be restored without being disturbed...

Just as Zhang Wei was thinking about countermeasures, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked outside through the shelter of the tent.

At this moment, a man and a woman, who were very old and had a lot of large and small things hanging on their bodies, appeared at the door. At their feet, there were several people kneeling, including the one who had just been killed by Zhang Wei. Uzhina, her brother Tusuo, and their father, the most powerful warrior of the Qilian tribe, Asotula in the middle stage of Jindan, were blasted out.

And those two old men must be the only two shamans in the Qilian tribe, Yesu in the early stage of Jindan and Kuoluo in the later stage of Zifu.

At this moment, the two most respected shamans of the Qilian tribe said in humble words: "I don't know that the senior's presence has caused a group of juniors in the tribe to neglect the senior's immortal body. We deserve death. Please punish me, senior!"

There was no movement in the tent.

Seeing this, Yesu immediately looked at Tulu fiercely.

Tulu shuddered, and then a tangled look appeared on his face, and then he took out an animal tooth dagger with his backhand, and looked apologetically at his wife, Tuya, who was thrown away by Zhang Wei.

Tuya also suddenly showed a sad look on his face, but he didn't say anything, he just shed two lines of tears and raised his neck.

When Uzhina saw this, she stood up anxiously and shouted: "No, it's none of Tuya's sister-in-law's business, it's me, it's all me! If you want to kill me, just kill me!"

Before she finished speaking, Uzhina's head was held down by a rough big hand. Her father Asotula pushed her to his knees and scolded her at the same time: "Nonsense, Uzhina, you have no place to speak here." , kneel down quickly!”

"Woooo..."

Uzhina was pushed to the ground. With her mere strength in the Purple Mansion Realm, she could not resist her father, who was considered a strong man even in the Golden Core Realm. She could only let out a sad whimper.

However, just when Tulu's dagger was about to sweep across Tuya's neck, a voice finally came from the tent.

"alright!"

A low shout sounded, and then everyone suddenly felt the world change, and they who were still outside the tent instantly arrived inside the tent.

On the big bed in the center of the tent, there sat a handsome young man whose clothing style was very different from that of the grassland herders. His five-colored eyes exuded a faint blue-purple light. When he looked at him, he felt as if his heart had been penetrated, and he was immediately dismayed. Yesu and Atusola were shocked.

The world has changed, and the eyes are shining.

This boy was indeed as strong as they thought!

At least it exists in the Nascent Soul Realm!

Then, Zhang Wei looked at Tulu who was holding a dagger and said, "Performing a show of suffering in front of me? No need to do that."

"Gudong..."

Tulu swallowed his saliva, quickly threw the dagger aside, knelt in front of Zhang Wei and said: "This is all my wishful thinking, senior, please punish me!"

Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows and said, "That's what you said."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Wei pointed his finger, and a ray of divine light shot out, hitting Tulu directly. Then in full view of everyone, the originally tall and mighty Tulu slowly turned into a black horse!

Yesu and Atusola were shocked.

Transforming a living person into another species is simply a legendary method for them.

Only in the ancient legends on the grassland can there be a situation where after a warrior dies, the natural spirits turn him into a goshawk and soar high in the sky, and he is admired by everyone.

What's going on right now? !

Seven hundred and fifty thousand horses, the atom splits!

Zhang Wei looked at his methods and nodded with satisfaction.

As early as when he first broke through the Nascent Soul Realm, Zhang Wei could use electromagnetic divine thoughts to reorganize matter, turning people with similar elements into pigs or bananas.

Now that he has broken through to the realm of spirit transformation and advanced to a higher level of power, his control over electromagnetic force has naturally become more subtle, and he can now split atoms.

Under the influence of his spiritual power, he can create all kinds of things out of thin air at will.

Clothes, food, furniture, houses, and even weapons... As long as Zhang Wei wants to get something, and the power level does not exceed his own cultivation level, and if he has enough magic power, he can instantly make it out of nothing. It can be said that he is now A castrated version of the innate gourd of good fortune.

Transforming a mere monk who was not even a golden elixir into a demon horse was just a thought for him.

"I will punish you to work as a slave for me for a hundred years. After a hundred years, this spell will disappear, and you will be free by then."

Zhang Wei said so.

The black horse transformed by Tulu also lowered his head when he heard this and agreed with his fate.

Then Zhang Wei looked at Atusola and Yesu.

"As for you..."

Before Zhang Wei could speak, Atusola knelt down and begged: "Senior, please show me that no matter what the punishment is, I will be willing to bear it, even if it is refined into a magical weapon. I just ask that I can let go." My daughter Uzhina and Qilianbu have a way out!"

"Father!"

Urina called out sadly, but Atusola was unmoved. He could only look at Zhang Wei with tearful eyes, like a lamb waiting, full of pleading.

Zhang Wei's face twitched.

He said unhappily: "I am not a demon cultivator, what do I need your body that is not even a Nascent Soul for?! But I have an opportunity here that can change the fate of the Qilian tribe. It depends on whether you dare to take it!"

Atusola's heart moved, and he asked hurriedly.

"May I ask what the opportunity is, senior?"

Zhang Wei asked with a smile: "Do you want to replace the Qishan tribe?"

Atusola: "Ah?!"

At this time, Zhang Wei did not explain, but looked into the distance first, and said with a distant look: "It's a coincidence..."

At this moment, thousands of miles away from the Qilian tribe, three escape lights were moving rapidly, each of which exuded a majestic power, as if the sun was across the sky, shocking the area thousands of miles away.

Yuanying is on patrol!

And their target is the Qilian tribe!

Feeling the thin spiritual energy around, the leading strong man couldn't help frowning and said: "The Qilian tribe is quite lucky! We drove them to such a remote place, but they still found a master from the outside world and took the opportunity to turn things around!"

Another young man wearing a tiger tooth bead snorted coldly: "So what? A poor family without even a Yuanying can't defend this treasure mountain."

"That outside master was at least a Yuanying in his heyday, and he was also a physical cultivator. I want his skin to make a face drum to sing the hymns of the ancestors!"

The last hunchbacked old man with a blood-red tattoo on his face said coldly, which attracted the other two to agree.

The three of them were the chief and shaman of the nearby Shadow Wolf Tribe.

Although the Shadow Wolf Tribe does not have a God of Transformation like the Qishan Tribe, it is also a large tribe with many Nascent Souls. It has tens of millions of herdsmen and cattle and sheep. Logically, it does not look down on the Qilian Tribe and other tribes that have fled here.

They are too lazy to even ask them for tribute coins.

After all, they have been driven to this place, and there is nothing worth their attention. At most, they will arrange for the Black Shadow Wolf under the command of the natural spirit they worship to monitor.

But some time ago, a sandstorm appeared on the border of the grassland, and then the natural spirit they worshipped conveyed a special message to their shaman.

A powerful and unidentified foreigner descended on the Qilian Tribe and was taken away by the other party!

Upon hearing this news, several heads and shamans of the Shadow Wolf Tribe did not rush out of the mountain, but sent people to the Qilian Tribe to inquire about Zhang Wei's information.

After all, no one knows whether this foreign cultivator who suddenly descended on the Hetu Grassland is a blessing or a curse.

Then they learned that Zhang Wei's meridians were all broken but his body was strong, and he had been "unconscious".

And the Qilian tribe planned to borrow seeds from Zhang Wei to breed a new generation, and at the same time bind Zhang Wei to the Qilian tribe.

Now the head shamans of the Shadow Wolf tribe could not sit still.

According to the news sent back by the spies, Zhang Wei's body was at least comparable to the Nascent Soul Realm. Even if his meridians were completely destroyed, he could still be regarded as a Nascent Soul fighter.

If Zhang Wei wakes up and reaches a cooperative relationship with the Qilian tribe, and the other party integrates the surrounding tribes in the future, wouldn't it impact the status of their Shadow Wolf tribe?

It is necessary to nip the threat in the bud before the other party wakes up!

As for the Qilian tribe and several surrounding tribes.

Picking up a strong man from the outside world but not reporting it?

This is no longer an ordinary tribe, and it must be dealt a heavy blow!

However, just as they were thinking about this.

They suddenly found that the void in front of them shook.

Then, a huge hand composed of countless spiritual energy and with a diameter of more than a thousand feet condensed and grabbed them directly!

The two leading warriors in the Nascent Soul Realm snorted coldly when they saw this, and then attacked fiercely. Two wolf-like fist shadows instantly blasted out and collided with the spiritual energy hand!

However, the next moment, the faces of the two people changed drastically.

Puff---

Two muffled sounds were heard, and the attacks of the two warriors that were enough to destroy mountains and break peaks were like bubbles. The moment they touched the spiritual energy hand, they burst with a puff.

It was directly restored to the purest energy and merged into the spiritual energy hand, making the spiritual energy hand expand several times in an instant!

"The wolf spirit is coming!"

There was only a shout, and then the blood-colored tattoo on the shaman's body twisted wildly. The next moment, his whole person instantly turned into a wolf phantom that was a thousand feet high!

It was the wolf spirit worshipped by the Shadow Wolf Tribe!

Even though he was far away from the Shadow Wolf Tribe, he was summoned by the shaman and possessed, and he had a powerful strength comparable to that of the peak of the Nascent Soul.

He was the biggest reliance of the Shadow Wolf Tribe to rule the grasslands of thousands of miles in all directions!

After the wolf spirit possessed him, he immediately opened his bloody mouth and released infinite suction, intending to swallow the spiritual hand.

However, the next moment, the spiritual hand flicked its finger!

Boom———

The air burst, and the finger of the spiritual hand hit the wolf spirit's mouth directly, smashing the wolf spirit's head!

Boom———

The wolf spirit's body suddenly exploded, leaving only a headless corpse falling to the ground.

One finger smashed the wolf spirit? !

What kind of monster is this? !

Seeing this, the two warriors of the Shadow Wolf Tribe immediately turned around and ran, without any idea of ​​confronting Zhang Wei head-on.

However, they were willing to escape, but Zhang Wei was unwilling to let them go.

The spiritual hand grabbed the void.

A black hole with a diameter of dozens of feet suddenly took shape!

The terrifying gravity directly distorted the void within a hundred miles radius, and pulled the two fleeing people back!

"No---"

The two screamed, but they could not change the fate of being swallowed by the black hole.

And as the two of them were swallowed by the black hole, the big spiritual hand suddenly grasped, then exploded and returned to five-colored light spots all over the sky, slowly disappearing, leaving only a mess of the earth.

And thousands of miles away, in the tent of Qilian headquarters.

Atusola, Uzhina and other members of the Qilian tribe watched in horror as Zhang Wei reached into the void and took out two pale and embarrassed figures, throwing them at random. Throw it to the ground!

"Ke Shi, Tarot!"

After seeing these two people, Atusola immediately screamed out in shock, because he knew these two people, they were the two leaders of the Shadow Wolf Division, a large tribe with a radius of tens of millions of miles nearby!

Those are all powerful men in the Nascent Soul Realm!

If you put it in their Qilian tribe, it would be a legend that they could worship day and night and become the spirit of their ancestors to enrich their Qilian tribe’s heritage!

Now, with just one breath, the young Taoist in front of me grabbed him from an unknown distance and threw him to the ground like a dead dog? !

So how strong is the young Taoist in front of you?

Could it be...the realm of divine transformation? !

A flash of light flashed in Atusola's eyes, and then he knelt on the ground like a mountain of gold and jade pillars. He offered the sword on his waist and said loudly: "If senior does not give up, Atusola is willing to become senior's hunting dog. Shepherding the flock for seniors!”

"good!"

Zhang Wei nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Zhang Wei listened to the man who asked quickly but hesitantly: "Senior, where is your surname? We can announce your arrival to the herdsmen of the tribe!"

Zhang Wei took a quick glance at this.

After thinking about it, a mischievous idea came to mind, and he said: "From now on, you can call me Temujin!"