I'm going to make a god

"I told you so."

Qi Wu caressed Zhuang Hui's cheek, he looked at the vivid red witch pattern, and said to Gong Qianzhong: "A witch can live at least eight hundred springs and autumns."

Gong Qianzhong didn't speak.

Qi Wu continued: "But most of the time, no witch can live so long."

"The tribe is still there, but the witch may not be there; but if the tribe dies, the witch will definitely die."

"There are too many talented witches who have disappeared with the rise and fall of the tribe."

Qi Wu withdrew his fingers, looked at Gong Qianzhong, and said softly, "I hope you can live longer."

Gong Qianzhong resolutely said: "Don't worry, I will live the same life as the heaven and the earth, and the sun and the moon will walk together."

Qi Wu smiled and didn't take it seriously.

He put away the flash of melancholy in his heart, and regained his lazy expression.

"The world is impermanent, and there is a great chance between life and death."

Qi Wu said flatly: "This girl has awakened, and she just has no chestnuts. I will take another apprentice."

Ling Wu let out a short laugh when she heard it.

She seemed to want to say something, but under the gaze of the praying witch, the short witch finally remained silent.

Qi Wu continued: "She can become a witch without anyone's guidance, which shows that she is a person with outstanding talent, intelligence and keenness."

"Call Hui."

"From now on, it will be Huiwu."

Since Qi Wu decided to accept Zhuang Hui as his apprentice, Ling Wu gave Zhuang Hui permission to enter and exit Wu City.

Qi Wu waved his sleeves and took the big cat away first. Ling Wu looked at Chen Chi who had never spoken and Zhang Jianping who was tied into rice dumplings, smiled, and his figure slowly disappeared into the air.

Gong Qianzhong said to Chen Chen: "I'm going to bring Hui Wu into the city, you can do what you want."

Although Chen Chen was worried about Zhuang Hui, he wanted to go offline to find his elder brother. Before, he supported himself with hatred, but now that the tribal warrior who hurt his elder brother was dead, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Chen Chen nodded, imitating those tribal warriors, and awkwardly bowed to Gong Qianzhong: "Zhuang Hui, Hui Wu will trouble you."

Then Chen Chen took Zhang Jianping and left.

They can temporarily recuperate in the Lingshan camp.

Gong Qianzhong took Zhuang Hui into the city, and when he returned to Qi Wu's residence, Qi Wu seemed to have gone out, but the big cat was lying on the place where Li Xuan used to rest, and when he heard Gong Qianzhong coming in, the big cat opened one eye , and then closed again.

Gong Qianzhong looked at the small pile of stones under the tree, and suddenly remembered the scene when Li introduced him how to use stones as a bed.

Too many people fell down on the road of pursuing the avenue, he didn't want to fall down, and he couldn't fall down.

He has to move on.

Gong Qianzhong looked back, he temporarily put Zhuang Hui in his room, and put the bronze cauldron behind him in the corner of the room.

He walked out of the room and stood in front of the pile of stones.

"Cat, give way."

The boy said calmly: "These stones are useless, I'm going to throw them out."

The big cat raised its head suddenly, and it looked at the boy in front of it fixedly. After a while, it licked its paws and washed its face with them.

The big cat has a spotted face with brown markings running from the corners of the eyes down the neck and looks like it's crying.

The big cat didn't speak, just jumped off the rock and climbed up the tree deftly.

Gong Qianzhong stepped forward silently, and threw all the stones Li used back then into the quarry behind Lingshan Mountain.

After cleaning up the yard, Gong Qian returned to her room. Zhuang Hui was still unconscious, her body twitching automatically from time to time.

Gong Qianzhong stepped forward to check it carefully, feeling complicated.

What Qi Wu said is right, there is a great chance between life and death.

Zhuang Hui was originally just an ordinary person, but because of being stabbed, he got a trace of flame seeds by accident.

The first step in any practice is to exercise the muscles, bones and meridians. Gong Qianzhong is already a Nascent Soul cultivator. The flames of the Nascent Soul cultivator are so overbearing. Zhuang Hui can't bear it at all, so the flame is quietly in Zhuang Hui's body Asleep, subtly transforming Zhuang Hui's physique.

Originally, Gong Qianzhong planned to teach Zhuang Hui some superficial cultivation, let her practice slowly first, improve her physical fitness as much as possible, and at the same time focus on the epiphany of her mind.

After all, the Blue Star World is relatively peaceful, there is no fighting, and there is no plundering. Zhuang Hui doesn't need to fight for his life like Gong Qianzhong did in the Demon Cultivation Sect.

Unexpectedly, after Zhuang Hui came to the Great Wilderness, this power was awakened because of the special protection system that the Great Wilderness bestowed on the living people.

Zhuang Hui looked normal at the moment, but in Gong Qianzhong's eyes, the flame in her body was already burning.

Her body was burned to ashes in an instant, but because the physique given by the system was not lost, she could still be fixed in a human form.

It was as if countless thunderbolts had exploded in a box, and in the end the box was still intact, and the box was filled with the power of the thunder.

Zhuang Hui's body is repeatedly being burned, shaped, burned, and shaped again...

However, Zhuang Hui's physical fitness is too poor, or compared with Gong Qianzhong's power, it is like a firefly to the sun and the moon. As time goes by, the power of this flame continues to overflow and consume, and gradually the power begins to shrink , from the initial fire of Nascent Soul to the fire of golden core, and then into a ray of flame that is about the level of the initial stage of foundation establishment.

The flame slowly stabilized, Zhuang Hui's body was no longer reshaped, and she finally woke up.

The moment she woke up, Zhuang Hui's eyes turned golden red unconsciously. She felt pain all over her body. The pain was so painful that she was going crazy, but she couldn't speak.

"Pain is inevitable."

Gong Qianzhong's voice rang in Zhuang Hui's ears.

"Although you were unconscious just now, the pain of being burned has already been imprinted in your soul and bone marrow. You have to adapt to this pain. This is the price for your power."

Zhuang Hui's brain exploded, she tried to howl that I don't need strength, but she opened her mouth, bang, a fist-sized fireball visible to the naked eye burst out.

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Gong Qianzhong smiled: "Be patient, you have to get used to it."

He thought for a while: "Let me take you to the stone mountain. When you feel the flames and pain, you also try to feel the power of heaven and earth around you, just like when you tried to burn the warriors of the lynx tribe to death."

Zhuang Hui froze, she finally remembered what happened before.

She turned over abruptly, holding her head tightly with both hands, blood, flames, terrifying warriors, death close at hand, the bright red contract and those dark eyes...

Zhuang Hui gasped heavily, her expression was a little dazed, blank and ignorant.

Gong Qianzhong shook his head, he raised his hand a little, stuffed Zhuang Hui into the cauldron, opened the door and left the witch praying courtyard.

He left Zhuang Hui in the quarry behind the mountain just like he did when he prayed for a witch, and said to the big cat who followed quietly at some point, "Help me take a look."

The big cat bared its teeth fiercely at Gong Qianzhong: "I don't want to watch it!"

Gong Qianzhong smiled: "Well, you're not watching, you're just showing off."

The big cat let out a sigh of relief, as if you were right, I came here by accident and definitely not just to stare at it, and lay down stiffly, with its front paws retracted, and took a standard farmer's posture.

Gong Qianzhong returned to the courtyard of praying for witches with the tripod on his back.

Qi Wu hasn't come back yet, so he doesn't know where he went.

Taking advantage of no one in the courtyard, Gong Qianzhong went back to his room, put the tripod in front of his eyes, and raised his hand to knock on it.

"Simu?"

The big tripod finally stopped pretending to be dead. The square tripod moved its legs nimbly like a human being, and at the same time, a set of facial features appeared on the front of the tripod.

If an uninformed person saw it, he would think he saw a ghost.

The old man with the goatee said pitifully: "Senior, please help me, put my ears back..."

It is best to go offline after repairing!Otherwise, if the museum finds out that he has lost both ears, he will never be able to go online again.

Gong Qianzhong was speechless, he walked to the cauldron, tiptoed to look inside - his current altitude is a little lower than the cauldron - and saw the two ear walls of the goatee were inside the cauldron.

Gong Qian patted the cauldron again: "Let me say yes first, this is my first time doing it, I don't care if there is any problem?"

The old man with the goatee said excitedly: "No problem! As long as it can fit!"

Anyway, the maintenance personnel of the museum don't carry out close inspections every day. As long as the wound is not obvious, and it doesn't open directly on the huge tripod belly like Fatty Pan, it can be temporarily concealed!

Gong Qianzhong slammed her mouth, she could only say: "Then I'll try."

Although he wanted to try, Gong Qianzhong patted his waist first: "How do I fix this?"

The black jade dragon pendant spoke, maybe it was Gong Qianzhong's illusion, as if there was a trace of respect in this dragon pendant's tone?

"...He is already your witch weapon, you just need to put the ear wall in its original position, and you can activate the power."

"So simple?" Gong Qianzhong was a little unbelievable. After all, the refining methods of the spiritual weapons he carried were quite complicated, not only requiring special materials, but also special refining techniques, which would take a lot of time.

Black Jade Dragon Pei said: "It's easy for a witch to repair his own witchcraft."

Gong Qianzhong was keenly aware of the words in Hei Yulongpei's words: "...my witch weapon? Has this tripod become my witch weapon?"

Black Jade Dragon Pei said softly: "Because you have mastered the witch pattern on Simu's body."

Gong Qianzhong was taken aback for a moment, the picture formed by the combination of the three hieroglyphs Simuwu flashed in his mind, thinking of the story of the witch who raised his hand to call for the cauldron but was crushed to death, Gong Qianzhong thought deeply: "So The witch pattern can shape the witch weapon, and the witch weapon can also trace back the witch pattern."

He said: "Then if I master your witch pattern, will it turn you into my witch weapon?"

Hei Yulongpei's voice was very low: "...you are right."

At present, Gong Qianzhong can only use the black jade dragon pendant, and has not mastered the witch patterns on the black jade dragon pendant.

At this moment, Zhuang Bie, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"The simpler the witch pattern, the more difficult it is to master."

A ray of golden light gradually appeared between Gong Qianzhong's brows. This beam of golden light was so dazzling that it drowned Gong Qianzhong's sight in an instant.

The next second, the old man with the goatee yelled in Gong Qianzhong's ears: "Aww! Don't!!"

Gong Qianzhong's heart shuddered, the spiritual power in his body quickly flowed, and his vision finally returned to normal.

There seemed to be some subtle changes in the big tripod in front of him. The paper man Zhuang Bie squeezed the unlucky old man with a goatee on his ear wall, and he actually occupied the dove's nest and became the spirit of the big bronze tripod.

At the same time, Zhuang Bie's smiling voice sounded in Gong Qianzhong's heart.

"How can there be a cauldron more beautiful than me?"

"So Xiaozhong's tripod must be me."