Use the life wheel to travel to ancient times. Different life wheels will give different identities. However, the new identity, how much luck there is, everything is random, some are like the body of the ancestral witch and the Donghuang Bell, and some are like Hou Yi, who get nothing.
At this moment, Wang Xiong travels through ancient times again, choosing another wheel of life, and a new identity is waiting.
"call!"
Traveling through the time and space channel, it was like traveling to the Lich Age for the second time, as if the channel was trembling. The travel time has also increased significantly.
"Is this? Merging with another Fate Wheel Era?" Wang Xiong showed curiosity.
"boom!"
In an instant, he passed through the passage of time and space and arrived in ancient times.
As soon as he entered the ancient times, Wang Xiong was stunned. At this moment, his body seemed to be extremely stiff and motionless. He could vaguely see countless people kneeling in front of him, countless people wearing animal skins and kneeling with great piety.
"Mugong is alive, alive, he has opened his eyes!" A man wearing animal skin shouted excitedly.
"Mugong is alive, meet Mugong, meet Mugong!" A group of people suddenly shouted excitedly.
Wang Xiong stretched his body slightly, and in an instant, endless heat poured into Wang Xiong's body from the depths of the earth, and the sun in the sky also dropped the boundless true sun fire.
Alive
Wang Xiong listened blankly to the worship of the beast-skin men. Gradually, Wang Xiong discovered his current state.
"Sculpture? You are a wood sculpture!" Wang Xiong looked stunned.
Wood carving
"No, it's not a wood carving. This wood carving of mine should have been worshiped for countless years. The wood carving is full of endless power of faith and will. I should be a totem of a human tribe?" Wang Xiong said in astonishment.
totem
Did you travel through time to a totem
The totem is nourished by endless faith and already has spiritual intelligence? However, this spiritual intelligence was too weak, so he traveled through time and replaced it.
As Wang Xiong absorbed the heat in the void, his totem became more and more flexible. Perhaps the power of faith was enough to slowly make Wang Xiong's body become like a normal person.
Of course, Wang Xiong now understands that even if he changes into the form of the Golden Crow at this moment, it will not be difficult. After all, his soul clone is the Golden Crow, and the totem body is just a layer of cover for himself.
The golden body of the totem shines brightly on the heaven and earth.
Immediately, it attracted strong men from the darkness to come and watch.
"call out!"
Suddenly a golden light shot from the sky.
"Great Immortal?" A man wearing animal skin looked at the figure shining with golden light in surprise.
"I am a poor Taoist, Zhao Gongming, I am the direct disciple of Saint Tongtian. You have condensed the wood spirit for your faith, willpower, and luck. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?" The burly man in the golden light stared at Wang Xiong and said solemnly.
Wood spirit
Wang Xiong looked at the Tongtian disciple in front of him, Zhao Gongming
Wang Xiong sneered in his heart, Tongtian? Back then, he didn't dare to speak like this in front of him. A Tongtian disciple in front of him also wanted to accept him as his disciple
Although Wang Xiong was angry in his heart, Wang Xiong did not show an angry expression. He just looked at the kneeling beastskin men.
The beastskin people immediately looked at Zhao Gongming angrily.
"Zhao Daxian, you have been monitoring my tribe for thousands of years. For thousands of years, you have watched the prosperity and decline of our Dongwang tribe, but you have never helped us once. There are disciples in my tribe who want to worship you as their teacher. , learn some skills, but you all rejected them. My tribe flourished in the past, but it has declined now, but after all, it is still one of the thousands of human tribes. Our Dongwang tribe worships the ancient legendary Donghuang Taiyi, and establishes a totem god. For many years, our gods have been protecting us, but you have watched so many of our sons die. Now, the god of my tribe has finally gathered his consciousness, but you have come to snatch the god of my tribe. If you dare to be strong again, Furthermore, even if I risk my life as a sacrifice, I will still report to the Nuwa Empress for destroying my human tribe!" an old man with animal skins on crutches roared.
"Go away, go away!"
"The witch has already said it, why don't you get out of here!"
"You are not allowed to set foot in the human realm, get out of here!"
"Get out, get out...!"
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Under the scolding of the old beast-skin man, countless beast-skin men were extremely angry at Zhao Gongming and drove him away.
This group of beast-skin men was extremely weak. At most, they were mortals in the Qi Sea Realm of Wang Xiong's era. However, even with this group of mortals to drive them away, the immortal Zhao Gongming did not dare to mess around.
Looking at the angry human race, Zhao Gongming suddenly became ugly.
"I want to accept Mu Ling as my disciple, and it's not you. Why are you so anxious?" Zhao Gongming said depressedly.
If Empress Nuwa hadn't protected the human race and not allowed saints to get involved, how could Zhao Gongming have accepted the anger of such mortals? One palm can destroy these mortals.
However, Zhao Gongming clearly understood that at this moment, the relationship between Empress Nuwa and Sanqing was extremely bad. If he dared to kill anyone, Empress Nuwa would definitely use her to scare the monkeys.
Wang Xiong was standing by, watching curiously.
It was strange to see a group of mortals forcing an immortal into a dilemma.
"Have you been spying on me?" Wang Xiong stared at Zhao Gongming in front of him.
Zhao Gongming frowned and looked at the wood spirit in front of him.
"Hmph, who made this tribe use the sculpture of Donghuang Taiyi as a totem? It's just a mere wood spirit that gives birth to spiritual wisdom. What does it mean? I accept you as a disciple. It is your creation. If you don't want to, it is you. The biggest loss in this life!" Zhao Gongming said solemnly.
Wang Xiong looked at Zhao Gongming in front of him: "We don't welcome you, let's go!"
Wang Xiong drove people away.
"Go! Go!"
"When Mugong wakes up, he comes to steal my tribal totem. Come on, get out of here!"
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Countless beastskin men were roaring all around.
"Hmph!" Zhao Gongming snorted coldly, turned and left.
As soon as Zhao Gongming left, all the beastskin men cheered.
Then, a group of beast-skin men worshiped Wang Xiong one after another.
"Thank you Mugong for protecting my tribe and inheriting it for thousands of years!" All the beastskin men immediately bowed excitedly.
Wang Xiong slowly walked toward the group of beast-skin men, and the light on his body slowly dimmed at this moment.
"They called you a witch?" Wang Xiong looked at the old man in animal skin curiously.
The old man in animal skin looked at Wang Xiong with great respect.
"The old man is the shaman of the tribe!" the old man in animal skin said excitedly.
"Oh? Tell me...!" Wang Xiong looked at the old man in animal skin.
"Yes, everything started ten thousand years ago. Ten thousand years ago, the Nine Continent Barrier was broken. Our human race walked out of the Nine Continent Barrier and entered all parts of the world. However, our human race was weak and suffered countless deaths. Until we walked around the world, After finding some ancestor ruins, we learned that before us, there were other civilizations and countless gods in this world. Among them, we found some secret methods of the witch clan. We practiced witchcraft according to the above, and we have these. The witch, the witch is the prophet of the human tribe, ensuring that the tribe can survive. However, the witch is very weak and cannot work, so he can only be supported by the people of the tribe!" the old man in animal skin said with a bitter smile.
Wang Xiong looked at the old man in front of him and understood instantly.
The 'witches' here are not the witches, but the human race who have practiced the witchcraft. Unfortunately, the blood is different. The witches have a strong body and can practice witchcraft. However, the human race has a weak body and is forced to practice witchcraft. , but makes himself weaker and weaker, just like the old man in front of him, who seems to be extremely weak, but with witchcraft, he has extraordinary abilities.
"What about me?" Wang Xiong looked at the old man in animal skin.
"My human race travels around the world, and in addition to witchcraft, we also find some witchcraft. Unfortunately, our human race cannot practice witchcraft. We can only build totems for each tribe based on the witchcraft. We worship and worship every day. The totems can Give us strength, totems can make us strong. We found a legend about Donghuang Taiyi, and took Donghuang Taiyi as a totem. We have been worshiping it for thousands of years. Thank you Mu Gong for your blessings for thousands of years. Although my tribe has experienced many great things. It was a catastrophic disaster, but I survived in the end! God has eyes!" Wu cried.
Worshiped for ten thousand years
Wang Xiong understood in an instant that magic was gathered in this totem. The totem was worshiped by tribes every day. Not only faith, but also luck and willpower gathered together. The totem became a spirit. The power of faith, the power of luck, Wish Li also carries the tribe's ten thousand-year obsession. When the tribe encounters a crisis, it will feed back some power to the tribe, making the tribe think that the totem has appeared!
"Ten thousand years? I have been worshiped by you for ten thousand years?" Wang Xiong looked at Wu.
"Yes, Mu Gong, the totems of some tribes have been resurrected, but my Dongwang tribe has never been able to. But my tribe has never been discouraged. It has been waiting and waiting, and finally it is you, Mu Gong!" Wu said excitedly.
Wang Xiong looked at the witch and nodded: "When I wake up, I will naturally protect the tribe. Is our tribe called the Dongwang Tribe?"
"Yes, we found the legend of Donghuang Taiyi and established the totem. Our tribe believes in Donghuang Taiyi, so when we named it, we worshiped Donghuang very much. Unfortunately, during the naming, many great immortals came and said, The name 'Donghuang' is the source of trouble and we are not allowed to name it after Donghuang, so we changed it to Dongwang Tribe!" Wu explained.
"Dongwang tribe? There are many great immortals, don't you allow Donghuang?" Wang Xiong narrowed his eyes.
Wang Xiong instantly guessed that they must be the disciples of Sanqing. They must be still sensitive to him and his eldest brother. When they found out that there was a place where they called themselves Donghuang, they immediately came to investigate. Wang Xiong even guessed that the saint might even personally Came to see it.
"Yes, many immortals have come here over the past ten thousand years, but slowly the number of immortals has become less and less, until the last one just now was named Zhao Gongming!" Wu explained.
Wang Xiong nodded, obviously understanding that a group of saint disciples were still worried about him and kept monitoring this place.
"My name is Mu Gong?" Wang Xiong looked at Wu curiously.
"Yes, at the beginning, those immortals did not allow us to call you Donghuang, so we renamed you. We also found the wood of your sculpture by chance. We heard from those immortals that it was once the giant fusang in the East China Sea. The heart of the tree! I don’t know how it got into the hands of our ancestors and eventually became your body. Mu Gong was the name allowed by the immortals at that time!" Wu smiled bitterly.
"A name allowed by the immortals? Haha!" Wang Xiong showed a sneer.
Those immortals are really lenient.
Wang Xiong found a pool of water and looked at the reflection in the water.
Sure enough, he still looks like himself. No wonder the group of immortals were extremely nervous when they saw his sculpture. However, after thousands of years, they may have forgotten their appearance.
"Mu Gong? Of course I won't use the name they gave me. From now on, when I protect the Dongwang tribe, I will be called Dongwang Gong!" Wang Xiong looked at the people of the tribe and said solemnly.
"Meet the Eastern Prince!" Countless tribesmen said excitedly.
The witch also bowed down. But Wu was so weak that he almost fell down while using crutches.
Wang Xiong raised Wu with his hand, and a surge of power poured into his body.
"Buzz!"
Wu's body seemed to be suddenly infused with vitality. His original pale hair suddenly turned darker, making him look much younger and stronger.
"Thank you, Lord Dong, thank you! Little old man, thank you, thank you!" Wu shouted excitedly.
Countless people from the Dongwang tribe suddenly began to respect Dongwang Gong more and more.