In the stone hall, the witch god Xuanyuan Cauldron became two feet tall. Wu Yang entered the cauldron and began to worship the Five Lights Hanming Armor.
As Wu Yang's strength increased, his physical body became taller and taller.
Normally, when Wu Clan's true body is not in use, Wu Yang's physical body has reached a height of one foot. If the true body is fully exposed, it can reach up to twenty thousand feet.
Although size does not absolutely represent strength, the larger the body, the stronger the strength. This standard can still be used as a reference most of the time.
"Dang! Dang!"
In the witch god Xuanyuan Cauldron, Wu Yang worked hard to forge the witch treasure, and the sound of jingling bells was endless.
Wu Peng led everyone to forge witchcraft treasures in the main hall. When he heard the sound coming from the stone hall of his second brother, he knew that his second brother had left seclusion.
"My second brother is devoted to studying the art of weapon refining, so I will manage the forging hall for him so that he can practice without any worries."
Wu Peng's eyes were firm, and he turned around and continued to lead everyone to forge the witch treasure.
In the blink of an eye, the treasure armor had already taken its prototype, and gradually became stable through Wu Yang's continuous sacrifice.
What Uncle Feng said is true. The treasure armor refined by Wu Yang can be said to be the shit of a scorpion, the only one.
Blood Centipede's eyes flashed red. He had been waiting for this moment for thousands of years, waiting for Wu Yang to leave the tribe and then kill him.
"Brother Wu Yang!"
"Bamen Tianwu and Qiang Liang's tribe are not far apart, and there are many Wu tribes patrolling between the two tribes. It may not be easy to do something here."
"Blood Monkey, take the little ones with you and let's go see it together!"
Wu Yang looked at the lines in front of him. There was a powerful force dormant inside, but the effect was still unknown.
Blood Centipede doesn't want to give up. This is an opportunity they have been waiting for for thousands of years to find.
"Hahaha, Brother Wu Yang is indeed a believer. In less than three hundred years, the treasure armor was successfully refined! It's rare for you to come to our tribe. Come to my hall today, and we'll get drunk before resting!"
Feng Bo was overjoyed when he heard this, but he did not ask for Wu Jia directly. Instead, he took Wu Yang's hand and asked him to go to his main hall.
The blood centipede drove up a blood cloud and led hundreds of powerful subordinates to kill the Bamiantianwu tribe.
"It's done. This armor is flawless and can be called an acquired treasure."
"Turn on the stove!"
"Why does the great witch need to spend money? I'm just here to give the witch a gift."
Uncle Feng couldn't help but say something, and pulled Wu Yang away.
There are many mysterious patterns carved on the Bamiantianwu tribe. When Wu Yang approached the patterns on a stone palace, he suddenly felt a slight breeze passing by.
Waves of aroma of wine hit your nostrils. This was the fairy wine brewed by the Feng Bo tribe. It was brewed with eighty-one kinds of spiritual fruits and elixirs. It tasted so delicious that it could even make you drunk even if you were a god.
"The treasured armor refined by Brother Wuyang is extremely effective. If you hadn't thought highly of me, who else among the twelve ancestral witch tribes would be able to forge the witch armor for me?"
"Your Majesty, after Wu Yang left, he went to other tribes. It seems that he should have gone to the tribe of the Ancestral Witch of the Wind."
If I miss it again, I don’t know how long I will have to wait.
When the blood monkey asked, he hesitated and replied:
Wu Yang came to the tribe all the way. Although the tribe of Bamiantianwu was the same as the tribe of Qiangliang Zuwu, there were many differences in subtleties.
Wu Yang took the treasure armor into his hand and looked it up and down.
Wu Yang forged the treasure armor, and after checking it, he immediately went to the tribe where Feng Bo, the great witch, lived.
On the contrary, it was the Blood Centipede outside the tribe who got the information immediately, and he woke up from the retreat excitedly.
"Went to the tribe of Patian Tengo?"
But Feng Bo shook his head and laughed, holding Wu Yang tight.
A large amount of spiritual energy is absorbed into the armor, complex lines emerge, and powerful power is solidified into the armor.
Over the years, they have figured out the basic situation of the Wu Clan. Even the distribution of the Wu Clan tribes and the identity and strength of the ancestor witches have been recorded one by one by the Blood Centipede.
It is worth mentioning that Wuman has made rapid progress over the years, and now he can independently refine the Six-Ding Xuanming Armor.
As he walked along, he found that every stone temple had this kind of pattern. They were similar, with slight differences. In Wu Yang's opinion, this was more like a special sequence.
Abundant spiritual energy is poured into the Xuanyuan Cauldron, the witch god, and then mixed with the treasure armor little by little, boosting its unparalleled power.
Blood Centipede is cautious by nature and is most afraid of death, so he is not willing to risk his own life.
Uncle Feng laughed, and attendants immediately came to the hall, and all kinds of delicacies were quickly served.
Blood Centipede frowned slightly. He was extremely afraid of the ancestral witches. Even some great witches made Blood Centipede dare not act rashly.
"Wu Yang left the tribe? In what direction did he go?"
Feng Bo is the most powerful witch in the Bamiantianwu tribe, so his temple is naturally not comparable to that of other great witches.
Lights and fires radiated, visions abounded, Wu Yang exerted his divine power, and a piece of precious armor kept churning in the fire.
As for Wu Yu and Wu Lin, they are still at the level of high-grade witch treasures, and the best of the other members is the refining level of mid-grade witch treasures.
When others were so polite, Wu Yang naturally declined.
Now in the forging hall, apart from Wu Yang, only Wu Peng and Wu Man can refine this top-grade acquired witch treasure.
Just when Wu Yang was secretly wondering, Feng Bo appeared in front of him.
Wu Yang cheered and opened the Witch God Xuanyuan Cauldron. The precious armor flew into the air and burst into brilliant rays of light.
When Wu Yang arrived, no one stopped him.
In the forging room, Wu Yang went all out to refine the witch treasure. He was already familiar with the refining of the Five Lights Hanming Armor, but he still did not have any carelessness when operating it.
Bahian Tianwu is the ancestral shaman of the wind, and his tribe is not far from the tribe of Qiangliang ancestral shaman.
However, after having them, the Forging Hall can now operate completely independently, and there is no need for Wu Yang to intervene in anything.
In front of this great witch, Wu Yang could not break away even if he wanted to, so he could only let Feng Bo pull him to the main hall.
Wu Yang was stunned and hurriedly said:
"See the great witch, the witch armor has been refined and I came here specially to give it to the great witch!".
Wu Yang went to Bamiantianwu's tribe, which obviously made Blood Centipede very embarrassed.
"Those lines contain the power of Xunfeng. Could it be caused by the Eight-faced Heavenly Wu?"
"Come here, please bring all the fine wine and immortal brew. I want to get drunk with Brother Wuyang before we stop!"
"Brother, come and try it. This is the fairy wine I brewed myself. The recipe was learned from a foreign Taoist friend."
Feng Bo enthusiastically poured wine for Wu Yang. The beautiful jade-carved Nine Dragon Bowl was filled with a large bowl of fairy wine. The amber-like color and the charming smell of wine made people salivate when they smelled it.
On the stone table next to it are various delicacies displayed, including fairy fruits, spiritual springs, and delicious meats. These are the beasts hunted by the tribesmen. The worst that can be served are golden immortal-level flesh and blood.
Wu Yang couldn't resist, he also wanted to taste the tribe's fine wine, so he stopped being polite, picked up the Nine Dragon Jade Bowl, and started drinking with Uncle Feng.