Dark Beast Summoner

Chapter 461 Strange Town

In the continuous mountains, people finally appeared.

This is an ordinary town, and the people in it are all mortals, and there is no spiritual power fluctuation in their bodies.

But the old people here are very long-lived. Mu Wushuang noticed that many of the old people who played chess under the big banyan tree were over 100 years old.

As soon as their family of three appeared, they attracted onlookers.

They fell from the sky, they were so good-looking, full of white hair, and airy, they looked like immortals in mythology.

"Are you immortals?"

A young man asked cautiously with curious eyes.

"We are not immortals." Mu Wushuang replied to him.

"Then how did you come here? We haven't been to outsiders in Bronze Town for many years. The old people said that we are too far here, and no one will pass by here."

Mu Wushuang was astonished, how eccentric is this place, and there are no outsiders passing by?

She soon learned from the onlookers that their Bronze Town existed a long time ago, but with Zu Xun there, descendants were not allowed to leave Bronze Town, otherwise they would be plagued with bad luck.

So they have never been to places outside the Bronze Town, and they don't know what it looks like outside.

They have lived on farming and hunting for generations, they are self-sufficient, and they have never left the radius of Bronze Town for hundreds of miles.

Long Moshen released his divine sense a hundred miles away, and suddenly found that within a hundred miles of Bronze Town, there was not a single monster, all of them were ordinary animals and beasts that were not refined.

But hundreds of miles away, monsters are proliferating, and most of them are high-level monsters.

However, high-level monsters will not step into the range of Bronze Town.

It seems that there is something strange about this bronze town.

It's just that the folk customs here are simple, warm and hospitable, and people's eyes still have a sense of purity. Maybe their ancestors were powerful spiritual practitioners, and they placed restrictions here to protect future generations.

Xiao Xuanxi soon became a group with the children in the town. The children here have nothing to do. Because adults make a living by hunting, the children play with small bows and arrows, and usually they are better than others. it is good.

Xiao Xuanxi has never played bow and arrow, but he is talented and intelligent.

Some children took out snacks and gave them to Xiao Xuanxi. Most of them were jerky from various wild animals. They were fragrant and chewy. Xiao Xuanxi liked them very much.

"Young man, come and play chess with our old man."

Under the banyan tree, several old people enthusiastically called Mu Wushuang and Long Moshen to play chess.

The kindness was difficult, and the two smiled and went to play chess with the old man.

Halfway through the game, a strong light suddenly erupted from the side.

When Mu Wushuang saw it, he immediately stood up.

Xiao Xuanxi didn't know when he took out the crystal ball of Linggen to play. Now this crystal ball is in the hands of a little boy, and the crystal ball burst out with a strong golden light, which is very dazzling.

"Tianling root, metallic."

Long Moshen also stood up and said.

The two looked at each other and saw surprise in their eyes.

What surprised him was not only the little boy's talent, but the little boy's bone age was less than 12, and it stands to reason that he couldn't measure the spiritual root, because the spiritual root had not yet fully grown.

But this seven or eight-year-old boy actually detected the spiritual root, which means that his spiritual root has grown!

At this time, the little boy was startled by the strong light, and threw the crystal ball in his hand into the hand of the little friend next to him.

The crystal ball suddenly burst into a strong dazzling golden light.

"It's a metallic Tianling root again!"

Mu Wushuang exclaimed.

"Young man, what's going on?"

The old and middle-aged people asked them suspiciously.

Mu Wushuang said truthfully: "The crystal ball in their hands can test the spiritual root. The spiritual root is the foundation of spiritual practice. We are spiritual practice."

Worrying that they didn't understand what spiritual practice was, she waved her hand, and the momentum was huge, dark clouds covered the sun, birds and beasts flew together, and the river flowed backwards.

"This is the ability of spiritual practice, overwhelming and omnipotent," she said.

The people of Bronze Town all stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths wide. They looked at the sky, the river, and Mu Wushuang in disbelief. They didn't speak for a long time.

"Girl, do you mean that the little dolls in our town can cultivate like you?" an old man asked.

"Of course, you can practice if you have a practice method. However, apart from not letting you go out of the Bronze Town, did your ancestors have any ancestral teachings that prevented you from cultivating?" she asked.

After all, she and the uncle both felt that there must have been a very powerful spiritual practice here, and a strong restriction was placed within a hundred miles, so that the monsters could not come in and harm the people here.

But since their ancestors were so powerful, why didn't they leave behind a powerful technique? This is worth thinking about.

If their ancestors didn't want them to practice, then she and the uncle couldn't destroy their ancestors' teaching.

"No, there is only one ancestral motto, that is, we must not leave Bronze Town, otherwise we will be plagued with bad luck. In the past, it wasn't that there were no arrogant and arrogant young people who wanted to go out and venture out, but some did not come back, and some who came back also became crazy. already."

An old lady said with lingering fears.

Since they were not barred from cultivation, why are they still mortals?

Mu Wushuang was a little puzzled.

Long Mo said in a deep voice, "Do you have any exercises left by your ancestors in your town?"

"What is a practice method? There are quite a few books left by my ancestors, but there is no practice method written on it."

An old lady lived next to her, took out a book from under the legs of her desk, and asked Mu Wushuang, "Girl, look, isn't this what you said?"

Mu Wushuang turned a few pages, looked shocked, and hurriedly handed it to the uncle.

"Heavenly Rank Cultivation Technique." Long Mo took a few deep glances, and his tone was a little surprised.

Even the Qinglong Shrine does not have a few Heavenly Rank exercises, this old lady actually uses the Heavenly Rank exercises to pad the legs of the table?

Moreover, the paper quality of this book is very strange, and the text on it is very old. It can be seen that this book is quite old, but even if it is used to cushion the table, not a single page is broken.

"Do you have many books like this?" Mu Wushuang asked everyone.

"There used to be a lot. There was a wildfire a few years ago, and it burned a lot. Now there are not many. There are probably dozens of books left in each household."

The aunt said regretfully.

A few dozen or not?

Mu Wushuang thought to himself that it should not be all Heavenly Rank exercises, and there could not be so many Heavenly Rank exercises.

The aunt asked each family to take out the exercises and show them to Mu Wushuang and Long Mo.

The means that Mu Wushuang used just now shocked many people and made people yearn for it. They all want to know if they can also become people as powerful as her.

Long Moshen went to a group of children, picked up the crystal ball, and asked the children to test their spiritual roots.

He and Mu Wushuang were both surprised by this test.

It turned out to be all Tianling roots, and all of them are metallic, which is very strange.