"What? are you going to fly over the Falling Eagle Stream?"

Wu listened to Fengyun's words, stood up, and stared at him with a pair of eyes.

"Could it be that you have achieved a breakthrough and reached the same level as your ancestors?"

Wu tried to keep his composure, but there was still a tremor in his voice.

No wonder he was excited, but what Fengyun said was too impactful.

To tell the truth, in his heart, he is very much looking forward to Fengyun being able to give a positive answer.

He is well-informed and knows that for a tribe to truly rise, it must have a truly strong man.

A high-level totem warrior may sound a bit bluffing, but he understands very well that this is not enough.

Outside, it is no better than the ancestral land, and there is only one tribe of flame snakes.

Once the tribe leaves the ancestral land, it will need to face various challenges, first of all, it must have a foothold, and secondly, it must expand a territory with the foothold as the center.

This will inevitably offend the interests of other tribes, and will be expelled or even attacked by them.

If you don't have a strong strength, you won't be able to gain a foothold at all, and it is very likely that you will repeat the mistakes of fifty-six years ago, or even worse, and let the Flame Snake Tribe suffer a catastrophe.

As for revenge, not to mention.

If Fengyun gets a breakthrough, it will be different.

As far as he knew, the totem warriors in the metamorphosis period could be regarded as absolute powerhouses within the Razor range, and there were very few, and many tribes much larger than the flame snake did not have them.

Coupled with the crossbow made by Professor Fengyun's tribe, if you want to regain a foothold in Razor and multiply, there is basically no big problem.

When the tribe grows, it will no longer be impossible to complete revenge.

"Nope. ”

"No? really not?"

"Not really. I'm still a high-level totem warrior. ”

"Alas. ”

Fengyun's answer was like a basin of cold water, which immediately extinguished the flame of hope that had just been ignited in Wu's heart, sighed, and sat back in his chair, with a trace of depression on his face that could not be concealed.

Fengyun looked at Wu and couldn't help but feel sympathy in his heart.

Through these years of getting along, he has a better understanding of Wu's mind, and knows that he dreams that the Flame Snake Tribe can regain its glory and take revenge on the original enemy.

But his determination to get out hasn't changed.

Staying in the ancestral land really has no room for further progress.

In the past six years, he has not been to except for the Snake God Mountain, and he has left his footprints in other places, and even the bone forest has been turned upside down by him.

About three years ago, when his physical fitness had improved to a new stage, he secretly went to the Bone Forest without telling everyone.

From the place where the heart of the mutated ancient tree was dug up, a passage was opened and entered, and the underground space was entered.

As he expected, he was immediately attacked by the blood-colored nails, but he was prepared.

Without waiting for them to tighten, they took the lead in counterattacking, playing with a spear, first stabbing countless spear shadows, each of which accurately hit a blood-colored nail beetle, almost without missing a single mistake.

It was the result of his hard work.

In order to reach this level, he himself does not know how much sweat he has shed and how much hardship he has paid.

Every blood-colored nail insect that was stabbed by a spear died instantly.

Under his attack, it is no exaggeration to say that the blood-colored pegheads fell like raindrops, and none of them were spared.

After all these years of deliberate training, his mastery of power has reached a new level, surpassing Tyrant in every way.

The moment the spear stabbed the blood-colored nailheads, the force had penetrated through the tip of the spear, penetrating deep into their bodies, shattering their interiors into a pulp, and they could no longer die.

However, there are too many blood-colored nails.

Fengyun's attacks were extremely fast, but they couldn't kill them all, and they eventually closed in on him.

He still didn't show a hint of panic, this situation had long been expected by him.

He changed his coping strategy.

He no longer stabbed with a spear, but defended.

Spears flew up and down around him, weaving an impenetrable web of defenses that kept all the blood-colored pegheads out.

Defending doesn't mean passivity, and it's not sitting still.

As soon as the Scarlet Spikes touch the spear, they will be bounced out, falling into the dust, and never moving again.

In the process of defending, Fengyun did not drop the attack.

Infuse the spear with great power, and if you touch it, you will suffer terrible damage.

This damage is also very penetrating, and even if the skin of the blood-colored nail beet is strong, it cannot be avoided.

After failing to attack again and again and paying a heavy price, the Scarlet Peghead chose to retreat.

Fengyun did not pursue it.

By this time, he had already figured out the reason why the ancient trees in the Bone Forest would mutate.

The root is in the bodies of these blood-colored nails.

They like to build their nests on the roots of trees.

He had dissected a small nest of blood-colored nail bees, and found that they were somewhat similar to bees, secreting a viscous liquid that they fed the larvae.

It's just that the bees take nectar, and the blood-colored nail bees drink the blood from underground ponds.

The mucus secreted by the haemo-colored nail worm to feed the larvae infiltrates the roots of ancient trees as soon as they come into contact with them.

Over time, this infiltration spreads from the roots to the heart of the tree.

It mutates the hearts of ancient trees, making them not decay, but stronger than they were before they died.

There is no need to kill all the blood-colored nails, keeping them is more valuable, at least you can harvest more mutant tree hearts.

After the blood-colored nail head receded, Fengyun began to study what resembled blood in the pool.

After some research, he decided that it was probably blood, but he couldn't determine what kind of creature it came from.

After coming to this conclusion, Fengyun was secretly frightened.

Even if we don't mention how long the blood had been there before he first came to the Bone Forest, it was only five years since he first came to the Bone Forest.

The blood hadn't changed anything from what he had seen five years ago.

He knew that the more powerful the brute, the slower the rate of corruption.

If the blood in the underground pond really belonged to some kind of brute beast, then how powerful it could be, Fengyun couldn't imagine it.

The thought that the blood belonged to some unknown powerful brute beast made Fengyun even more interested in it.

To figure out what was hidden inside the pool, he dug a larger pond next to it and dug a passage between them.

The blood in the pool of blood flowed into the newly dug pond, and by the end, even the bottom of the pool was exposed.

Unfortunately, there was nothing at the bottom of the pond except some silt-like sediment.

Fengyun did not give up, and the sediment was carefully cleaned, but still nothing was found.

However, it can't be said that there is no real gain, he found a few stone-like things in the sediment.

It's not big, just a little bigger than your thumb, and it's black.

At first, Fengyun thought it was an ordinary stone.

It was only given that they were found in pools of blood that they were taken a high look.

Flipping through them, he didn't find anything unusual about them.

He pulled out the king beast tooth knife and cut them.

He was shocked to learn that the Beast Tooth Knife couldn't cut through them.

The king beast tooth knife was originally extremely sharp, and over the years, he had intentionally or unintentionally infiltrated it with the power of the totem, and its sharpness had reached a higher level.

In the past, he had not encountered anything that it couldn't cut.

This also made him even more curious about those inconspicuous pebbles, and poured the power of the totem into the King Beast Tooth Knife, but still failed to break them.

He had to give up.

Finally, he set his sights on the blood, filled a gourd, and prepared to go back and study it well.

When he returned, he first fed it to all kinds of creatures, insects, animals, and birds, and he did not let it go.

After feeding, the creature did not die, nor did it show any discomfort, but that was not exactly what he wanted to see.

He wanted to know how effective it was by their reactions.

Soon, he discovered that the root cause of the blood taken from the underground space not working on living beings was that they were unable to absorb it.

He noticed that their feces were red, and he treated them, only to get their blood back.

At a loss, he took a risky move and decided to take some himself.

But before that, he was fully prepared.

He took very small amounts, even less than he fed to a small insect, and he diluted them with water before taking them, and the amount he took became even smaller.

Of course, there was a risk he might have in doing so, but he thought it was worth the risk.

He thought of the blood of the hoof, and if the blood of the hoof could bring him so much benefit, why couldn't it?

All kinds of signs show that its original owner should be more powerful than the Flower Hoof Beast, I don't know how many times, if it can have an effect on him, it must be of great help to him.

His improvement in fitness has come to a standstill.

If the blood from the ground can help him like the blood of the Flower Hoof Beast, he will definitely be able to break through the bottleneck and move towards a new realm.

Although he had made up his mind, he was still a little uneasy when he actually drank the blood-mixed water.

His fears turned out to be unfounded.

It didn't hurt him in any way, it didn't make him feel any discomfort, which was good news for him, but bad news at the same time.

Again, it didn't work out what he had hoped for.

After drinking the blood-doped water, he urged it to swallow and transform it, only to find that he was able to obtain very little energy, not even as good as the energy provided to him by taking a sip of gruel.

He was not reconciled, drank a lot, and still did not change anything.

In the end, he had to admit a fact.

It is true that the blood may have come from some very powerful brute beast, but they still have not been able to resist the power of time, and the energy contained in it has almost escaped, and only the characteristic of being incorruptible and incorruptible is retained.

However, the effects of this underground expedition did not stop there, and it also led to a result that the storm did not expect, and the White Snake fell into a coma.