The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 258 Undercurrents surging
Wu Ming learned from the original body's memory that the relationship between the two was not bad, but from his point of view, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

This cousin has been using all kinds of words to interfere with the original owner's thoughts, such as being planted with hints, making the still immature and innocent boy secretly make up his mind to work hard secretly, and then become a blockbuster.

In the end, instead of impacting Chaofan under the care of the elders, he ran to the wilderness alone, which was extremely risky.

"Although the original owner has no elders."

He thought that the high priest of the previous generation, that is, the original owner's father, couldn't suppress many monsters, and had already died of the backlash, and the uncle and cousins ​​were unpredictable.

The reason for this is related to the succession system of Dashang, which emphasizes that "brother dies and brother inherits" is better than "father dies and son inherits". The great witch and the Shang monarch are dual-yuan, and the former is in charge of sacrifices, cultivating spirits and monsters, suppressing tricks, etc. The latter governs mundane affairs, war, diplomacy, and the like.

Generally, the older brother becomes the Shang Lord, and the younger brother becomes the Great Witch. The two cooperate tacitly.

All of this is due to the brutal survival in the wilderness and the longevity of the extraordinary. Compared with the juniors, it is more reassuring to be replaced by a peer with a successful cultivation base.

But the law of succession is not always foolproof, there are always times when it is not successful, and now Shangjun's younger brothers are all dead, and the younger generation has not grown up, and he doesn't want to transfer to other sidelines, so he has the idea of ​​father death and son succession.

This often leads to major turmoil.

The cousins ​​and sons are all eyeing the positions of Shangjun and Dawu respectively. The younger brothers of the alliance try to squeeze out other qualified people. He is the Shangjun, and the younger brother is the Dawu.

At this time, Yuan Shen Ziwu, the parent and son of the great witch, seemed very obtrusive. The collateral line was disgusted, the direct line was eyeing, the strength was not good, and the identity was almost meaningless. It was normal to be eliminated first.

"The original key is too naive."

Wu Ming sighed inwardly, on the surface he talked to his cousin Zilu and the future Cheng Tang as usual.

Zilu glanced at the white cat at his feet, and said earnestly: "Sixth brother, although the monster you enslave is only a white cat with spiritual eyes, it is relatively gentle. In addition, spiritual eyes are a must-have ability for witches, very suitable for novices. There is also a follow-up promotion plan."

"Don't underestimate it, it's good to use it to lay the foundation."

Hearing this, Wu Ming was awed, the other party was probing, and immediately recalled the character of the original owner. If he found out that the civet had other secrets and almost killed himself, he would point at Elder Zijia angrily.

He still thinks that Zijia has no malicious intentions, just misjudged, and is full of joy to think that he is the son of destiny, who has survived the predicament and obtained an adventure.

Wu Ming felt that Yi Yuan was probably thinking about the latter, so on the surface he made a hesitant expression, and then suppressed it, his face full of secrets, and the corners of his eyebrows were raised with a look of forced suppression.

He said in a calm tone, "Elder Zijia... well, it's nothing, the civet is fine, but it's the end of the second level, and its potential is low."

Because the cousin's emotions are too easy to understand, he can't hide the secret.

A strange look flashed across Zilu's eyes, and he heaved a sigh of relief. The other party probably didn't realize that the elder intended to frame him, and he was still that innocent cousin, without any change.

Then he felt quite heartbroken again. In order to murder his cousin, he lent out the precious and high-class monster Baisha Mingmao.

Now the fool is muddled.

Thinking of this, Zilu sighed with emotion that the opening contract with a first-class monster is better than he used to be.

"Forget it, I won't live for a few days anyway."

Zilu has no expression on his face, but his heart is ruthless, but on the surface he chats and brags naturally with his brother, shouting out all kinds of knowledge he has learned, a picture that outsiders see as a brotherly brother.

As soon as the two entered the city, they separated.

Wu Ming looked at the rather prosperous city in a daze. The wild tribes were divided into three levels, scattered, small, and large. The scattered tribes ranged from thousands of people, who were displaced and insecure. , no background.

A small group of [-] to [-] to [-], laid down a large territory, established cities, and took root in the wilderness. There are second-level powerhouses and a complete lineage of monster inheritance.

Most of them have a population of hundreds of thousands, widely occupying the territory, and there are at least three levels in the clan. Among them, the strong ones are like the Shang clan, with a population of more than 200 million.

There are so many masters in the clan, and the third class emerges endlessly. The great witch and Shang Jun are the peaks of the third class, and they can use their background to display the strength of the fourth class.

The Chaoge city in front of me is just the capital city with a permanent population of 30. There are dozens of cities outside, so it is not an exaggeration to call it a country.

According to his memory, Wu Ming arrived at a quiet street, lined with trees, with a row of houses and other courtyards standing upright, with an elegant and peaceful atmosphere, and he also sensed dozens of strange atmospheres intertwined.

This area is populated by clans with the surname Zi, and many supernatural witches are hidden. Even some ancient houses have been infected by monsters and ghosts for a long time, and they have manifested their spirits and awakened to become [Jing].

It is still the most precious fortress ghost, and it can be passed down as a family heritage.

Crunch!

In front of an ancient house, Wu Ming opened the door and stepped in. The furniture inside was complete, but there was nothing miraculous about it. Fayan was "clean as if washed". After the death of the great witch, the original body moved here.

The father's relics were taken away by the clan in the name of temporary custody, and of course there was no shortage of food, clothing, housing and transportation for the original owner, and even the cultivation resources were randomly approved in a report.

It seems that it is really just safekeeping and will gradually return the inheritance.

"It doesn't matter how the truth is, it's better to say that the result of being the original owner is already very good."

Wu Ming sighed, staring at the white cat that had been following at his feet. Seeing its owner looking over, it made a sound of "Aim~", touched its belly with its small paws, and looked up at him with aggrieved head.

Seeing this, he looked inexplicably thinking: "Monsters are living creatures and need to be fed. For example, first-level monsters have to be fed five catties of raw meat every day. This is just for survival. If they want to seek development, they need spiritual materials."

In particular, Wu Ming is in a dangerous situation, with undercurrents surging in the clan, and he is eager to grasp his strength.

The Baisha Ming cat is yin and evil, and it is suitable for feeding Xuanyin goat milk, blood evil umbilical cord and other spiritual materials to grow. These must be hunted and collected by monsters.

Now Wu Ming is poor and white, but fortunately he can ask for resources from the clan.

"Ziwu? Come back, have you become a witch?! Whoever protects you, shouldn't it be your own risk!"

In a witch temple where the clan was stationed, an old wizard looked at the young man in surprise, and asked hastily, with reproach.

"I'll pay attention next time." Wu Ming scratched his head. The Wu Ji in front of him was an old man who was close to his father and took good care of him. Unfortunately, his strength was only second level and he couldn't interfere with the situation.

The old witch said with a long sigh: "Forget it, are you here to ask for a salary again, or something else."

"Both, and I have enslaved monsters, and I need a lot of spiritual materials to cultivate, can you approve a [Medium Dharma Seed]?"

Wu Ming reported a series of spiritual materials familiarly, and finally asked tentatively.

(End of this chapter)