Black Flood Dragon Wood is hard and heavy, similar to fine iron. The tree trunk is like a black flood dragon, meandering and vigorous, with a jet-black color. Even the leaves are like black jade.
This is a kind of strange wood, firm and heavy, and can be made into weapons. At the same time, it has another peculiarity. When ignited, the fire is extremely vigorous. Even a palm-sized piece can cook two pots of meat. Usually, for smelting ores and forging weapons, it is the best fire source.
"Hey, open up for me!"
In front of an open space in Stone Village, a group of strong men like Shi Linhu were swinging huge axes and chopping firewood vigorously. Ordinary people couldn't chop this kind of Black Flood Dragon Wood at all.
The cracking sounds came from time to time. Sometimes, there were even clanging sounds, and sparks burst out. The wood was truly too hard.
For Shi Hao's bath, various preparations were made in the village. Old medicinal herbs, poisonous insects, spring water, ancient tripods, and even the wood for 熬炼 ing true blood was selected as the best Black Flood Dragon Wood.
On a large jade stone, the little one was taking a bath. The villagers kept rinsing his body with sweet mountain spring water to seal the purest flesh in the tripod.
Everyone was very serious, and the little one was also solemn. He remained silent and prepared silently.
The Golden Lion had already been carried over. Its whole body was golden, shining and brilliant. Its fur was as shiny as golden satin, especially under the glow of the morning glow, it was even more splendid and glittering.
The several-meter-long crimson ox horn was also lying beside it, as transparent as red agate, with crimson rays flashing. As an ancient remnant species, it contained the most precious spiritual true blood of the Fiery Bull Demon.
The arm of the Evil Ape was about the same length as an adult's arm. It wasn't very huge, but it emitted a terrifying fierce aura. It contained ancient true blood, which was extremely rare and precious.
A large black tripod emitted an ancient and simple atmosphere. There were sun, moon, mountains, rivers, birds, beasts, fish, insects, and scenes of ancient ancestors' sacrifices on it, looking mysterious and unfathomable. At this time, quite a lot of water had already been added to the tripod. The Black Flood Dragon Wood was burning at the bottom, and the water quickly boiled. This was to use the strongest fire to cook the most powerful precious medicine.
The village chief had a solemn expression and stood in front of the tripod himself, throwing one ancient medicinal herb after another into it. They were all precious treasures of many years. Living by the vast wildlands, there was no shortage of medicinal herbs.
Before long, various medicinal fragrances came from the boiling water, refreshing and pleasant, and the water changed color.
Then Shi Yunfeng took dozens of earthenware pots and opened them one by one carefully. From the first pot, a large purple centipede rushed out with a length of more than half a meter, which was very frightening.
With a "pop", runes flashed between the village chief's fingers. Holding a small purple-gold hammer, he gently tapped and cracked the purple centipede's head and threw it into the boiling water.
Next, the second earthenware pot wrapped with thick iron sheet was opened. Silver light shone, and a pangolin rushed out. It was only one foot long and was completely silver, shiny and gleaming. It was also cracked on the head and thrown into the boiling water. After struggling violently, it finally became silent and became one of the supplementary medicines.
Dozens of earthenware pots were all opened. There were strange little beasts and poisonous insects, all very special, such as a golden snake as long as a chopstick, and a flying silver spider.
The water in this tripod immediately became colorful, and various strange smells wafted out.
The faces of a group of children turned green at that moment. This was truly terrifying. So many poisonous insects were densely packed, and there were so many ancient medicinal herbs mixed together. No matter how one looked at it, it gave people an ominous premonition.
Fortunately, this tripod was prepared for the little one, not to 熬炼 them.
As the water gradually boiled, the water in the tripod became less and less. In the end, it was almost dry. The medicinal herbs and various strange insects were boiled into a paste. This was the supplementary medicine, which could reduce the little one's pain and also help him refine the true blood.
"Dismember the Golden Lion and prepare to inject the precious blood into the tripod!" Shi Yunfeng shouted loudly.
The Golden Lion's whole body was like it was cast from gold, shining dazzlingly, as if it was burning with flames. Even though it was dead, there was still an extremely powerful and majestic aura emanating. Its fur was extremely hard. Ordinary iron axes and the like couldn't chop it at all. There would be strings of sparks and clanging sounds, just like forging iron.
Fortunately, when the old Golden Lion reached the end of its lifespan, it had a final battle and then wanted to self-destruct. Although it was unsuccessful, its whole body was cracked, and there were blood streaks among the golden divine radiance.
The villagers swung the washed huge axes along these cracked wounds and split it apart with difficulty.
Everyone was shocked. Shi Linhu and Shi Feijiao had a divine power of five or six thousand catties in their arms. They were already extremely powerful and rare in this wild forest. But at this time, they were panting and sweating profusely. Just chopping along the cracked flesh and blood, they were exhausted like this.
It could be seen how tough the precious body of the Golden Lion was, beyond people's imagination!
When it was completely split open, several old men personally took action to extract the precious blood. The true blood actually contained some golden liquid, which was so brilliant that it dazzled people's eyes.
This was its preciousness. That was the divine power of the ancient remnant species, the Golden Lion. The little golden blood hidden in the blood was extremely valuable and would make even the large tribes jealous!
Although the Golden Lion was dead, its blood didn't solidify. It was easy to handle. They used silverware to hold the true blood. The ground was filled with shiny and oversized silver jars, and they were all filled in the end.
And the village chief personally took action, waving a jade knife covered with runes and emitting thousands of rays of rosy clouds. He dug out the most precious heart. It was as big as a washbasin and was light golden throughout. It contained an unparalleled powerful divinity. When it was moved, golden light rain fell in sheets.
The old village chief didn't dare to delay and directly put this most precious heart into the black tripod for fear of wasting the divine radiance of the Golden Lion. At the same time, he shouted loudly, "Inject the precious blood!"
Several strong men carried the huge silverware and poured it into the black tripod with a "gurgling" sound, replacing the spring water. Using the precious blood as the juice and mixing it with the medicinal paste and so on.
The Black Flood Dragon Wood under the tripod had a vigorous fire, making the ancestral tripod roar. The various prehistoric fierce beasts on the tripod wall seemed to come alive, as if roars were coming out. In the tripod, the light golden liquid boiled. The most precious heart was even more dazzling. Golden light rain erupted, making the entire tripod brilliant. The liquid inside turned into golden light, and a particularly rich fragrance rushed out.
This was the ancient remnant species, the Golden Lion. Its body was a precious treasure!
"Boil it to make a powerful medicine. The little one, get ready. It's time to enter the tripod soon." The village chief Shi Yunfeng said solemnly.
"Understood!" Shi Hao replied loudly.
The vigorous fire was boiling the powerful medicine. The fire was very fierce and the fragrance was rich. The liquid in the tripod became light golden paste. From time to time, roars of ancient remnant species were heard, terrifying and soul-stirring.
Vaguely, a golden Golden Lion could be seen emerging, terrifyingly powerful, swallowing the sun and moon, making the stars tremble!
Everyone was horrified and gasped in astonishment. Many people couldn't help but tremble.
"This is the imprint fragment left in the light golden precious blood by the ancient Golden Lion ancestor and has become the divine source of this remnant species." After a clan elder steadied his mind, he sighed.
This wasn't the end. The clansmen also extracted several tendons and put them into the tripod. And they took out quite a lot of light golden divine marrow from the precious bones and also put them into the black tripod, making the powerful medicine even more brilliant and the fragrance more rich.
"Village chief, there are runes on this bone, flowing with mysterious power!" At this moment, Shi Feijiao exclaimed.
"What?!" The village chief and other elders rushed over quickly, unable to remain calm anymore.
After untying the flesh and blood of the Golden Lion, a symbol appeared on its frontal bone. It was complex and profound, shining and constantly changing, as if the endless stars in the sky were moving.
"It was actually preserved!" Shi Yunfeng was so excited that he trembled. Then he looked up to the sky and laughed heartily, almost shedding tears.
Before its death, the Golden Lion self-destructed. Its whole body was cracked. According to the villagers' speculation, it had destroyed its original runes. Whenever an ancient remnant species was about to die, it would try every way to erase the inherited marks of the race to prevent them from falling into the hands of other races. There must be no mistakes.
This was also the reason why the original fierce bones were rare and precious, and the precious techniques were of immeasurable value!
A truly large tribe usually only had one extremely powerful precious technique, supplemented by several weak supernatural powers, and that was about it.
The people of Stone Village never expected that this time there was an accident. The ancient remnant species, the Golden Lion, failed to destroy the precious bone with the imprint due to the fierce battle with the Fiery Bull Demon and the Evil Ape King.
"Hide it well. No one can leak the news!" Shi Yunfeng quickly came to his senses and said solemnly, "God has pity on our clan. We have gained an extremely powerful precious technique. This is of great significance. We must keep the secret."
Then, the village chief turned his head and urged, "The little one, quickly enter the tripod. It's time for the bath. When you come out of seclusion, you can study and understand the most powerful precious technique of the ancient remnant species, the Golden Lion!"
"Village chief grandpa, I'm already ready!"
After the bath, the little one's whole body was crystal clear, and runes were flashing. He looked pretty and lovely. He jumped and fell into the boiling large tripod. The brilliant golden liquid immediately submerged him.
"Seal the tripod!" Shi Yunfeng shouted. The villagers brought the huge black tripod lid. Several people worked together to cover it tightly without any gaps.
All the other children were dizzy and their faces turned pale. It was covered so tightly. Could one withstand such boiling water? And how could one breathe?
The old village chief glanced at them and said, "When you refine the bone inscriptions into every inch of your flesh and blood, turning them into rays of light and divine radiance, you won't have to worry like this. You can attract the divine essence between heaven and earth to nourish your own body. Then you can enter water and fire and not breathe for a long time without any problem."
The crimson precious horn and the arm of the Evil Ape King haven't been 熬炼 ed yet. Because Shi Yunfeng was worried that the little one couldn't withstand it. After all, he was still too young. He needed to observe the situation before making a decision. (To be continued)