The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Chapter 721 Kuiniu Rattle

Wu Xian is the most outstanding wizard in the Wu tribe.

Wu Xian has a stern face and eyes as deep as the abyss. Since he was young, he has shown extraordinary perception and control over the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

All wizards have special abilities to communicate with ghosts and gods. After all, the netherworld was established after Hou Tu, the ancestor of wizards, transformed into the six reincarnations. Therefore, as a wizard, it is normal to be able to communicate with ghosts and gods.

Of course, wizards are not only able to communicate with gods and ghosts in heaven and on earth (including divination, prayer, sacrifice, singing and dancing to welcome the gods, etc.), but most importantly, they can also cure diseases and eliminate disasters.

The "Classic of Mountains and Seas: Great Wilderness West Classic" records: "In the Great Wilderness there is a mountain called Fengju Yumen, where the sun and the moon enter. There is a sacred mountain, where ten witches, Wuxian, Wuji, Wuju, Wupeng, Wugu, Wuzhen, Wuli, Wudi, Wuxie and Wuluo, ascend and descend, and hundreds of medicines are there."

From the sacred mountain of Fengju Yumen, going up and down to the sky, announcing the will of the gods and collecting herbs. The legendary immortal grass was within easy reach of the ten witches.

Even Yali, Zhu Jiuyin's youngest son, was saved by the Ten Witches using the Immortal Grass.

The sacred mountain Fengju Yumen, like Jianmu, is not only a passage for the ten witches to ascend to heaven and descend to the mortal world, but also grows a variety of magical medicines.

It’s a pity that without “Heavenly Dew”, there is no way to save the human race from this crisis.

Wu Xian has the unique appearance of a wizard.

His skin was dyed bronze by time and the scorching sun, his long hair was tied behind his head, and he wore a simple animal skin robe. A string of magical instruments made of exotic animal bones hung around his waist. Each bone was engraved with ancient runes, recording the rise and fall and inheritance of the tribe.

Wu Xian may not be the one with the highest magical power or the strongest fighting ability among the witch clan, but he is definitely the one who loves reading the most.

One day, Wu Xian was flipping through ancient books recorded on tortoise shells and animal bones beside the tribe’s ancient altar.

Suddenly, a piece of obscure text came into his eyes. It recorded: In the extreme north of the ancient world, there was a cold and desolate mountain covered with ice and snow all the year round. There was a deep valley in the mountain, and Kuiniu was hidden in the valley.

Kuiniu?

Legend has it that Kui Niu lives on Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea, 7,000 miles from the sea. It is said that every time Kui Niu goes in and out of the water, it causes wind and rain, and its light is like the sun and the moon, and its sound is like thunder.

Legend has it that Huangdi captured the Kuiniu at Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea.

Kuiniu looks like a cow, with a blue body, no horns, and one foot. When it enters or leaves the water, there will be wind and rain. Its light is like the sun and the moon, and its sound is like thunder.

Huangdi made a drum out of the skin of a Kui ox and used the bones of the Thunder God as a drumstick. This Kui ox drum was so powerful that its sound could resound for 500 miles and shock the whole world.

It is said that when Huangdi was fighting against Chiyou, Xuannv made eighty Kuiniu drums for him. During the war, the drums were so loud that the entire Zhuolu Plain was shaken and the sky was dark.

The morale of Huangdi's army was greatly boosted and Chiyou's army was greatly terrified, which played an important role in Huangdi's final victory.

After Huangdi killed Chiyou in Qingqiu, he composed ten chapters of "The Song of the Drum", one of which is "The Roar of the Spiritual Kui", which shows the importance of the Kui Niu Drum in this war. ("Yi Shi, Volume 5")

Eighty giant drums were made from the hide of a Kui ox, and this was only known to the world. Under normal circumstances, when a weapon refiner was asked to make a move, it was impossible for him to only prepare one set of materials for the refinement. He would at least prepare two or even three sets.

It is customary for the extra refining materials to belong to the refiner.

The higher the refiner's refinement level, the more materials he will naturally obtain.

Therefore, for Xuannu, the grandmaster of weapon refining, not a single piece of Kuiniu hide would be wasted, and the extra ones would naturally belong to Xuannu.

Xuannv would never waste such a rare refining material. As for what Xuannv refined later, the world does not know.

But why are the records of the clan in the extreme north of the prehistoric world? Shouldn't it be Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea?

You know, Shennong, who was born with supernatural powers, encountered and subdued Kuiniu at Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea.

However, times have changed.

Even the Jianmu road to heaven was destroyed by Huangdi. It seems understandable that Kuiniu moved to another place to survive in order to avoid extinction.

If Wu Xian had not seen the record of Kuiniu, he would have felt inexplicably nervous and would not have planned to do anything.

But his heart was moved.

Therefore, the first thing he thought about was what Kuiniu meant to the Wu clan.

Apart from the cowhide drum, there seems to be no other idea.

If one could use its skin to make a drum, once the Kuiniu drum was struck, one would be able to instantly control the wind and rain, command the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and possess the power to turn the world around.

Wu Xian's heart moved, he knew very well the importance of the Kuiniu drum.

Call the wind and call the rain!

If such power can be used by the tribe, it will not only protect the tribe members from natural disasters, but also provide the tribe with stronger survival guarantees in this crisis-ridden primitive world.

For some reason, when he thought of this, he felt a sense of urgency in his heart, and felt that this Kuiniu was very important to him and the Wu clan.

Wizards never ignore intuition.

Therefore, Wu Xian resolutely decided to embark on this journey full of unknowns and dangers.

He bid farewell to his tribe and headed towards the far north.

Along the way, he crossed the scorching Yanhuang Desert, where yellow sand filled the sky, the heat was unbearable, and sandstorms could swallow people at any time.

Relying on his control over spiritual power, Wu Xian opened up a passage in the sandstorm and moved forward with difficulty.

He crossed the raging sea, where giant beasts often stirred up huge waves, trying to swallow him up. Wu Xian used his magic power as a boat and his will as a sail to break through the waves.

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After months of trekking, Wu Xian finally arrived at the cold and desolate mountain.

The wind was howling and snow was falling on the mountain. The temperature was so low that even the water vapor in the air condensed into sharp ice crystals.

Wu Xian used his magical power to form a protective barrier on his body surface to resist the severe cold.

He walked along the steep mountain road, heading deep into the valley. The valley was filled with thick fog, blurring his vision, and the mountain road under his feet was rugged and difficult to walk on. If he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss.

Suddenly, a deafening roar was heard and the whole valley trembled.

Wu Xian was not panicked, but instead became more energized - the Kuiniu was nearby, and he finally found it.

He carefully covered his tracks and moved forward slowly.

After walking for only a cup of tea, a huge figure suddenly appeared in front of us - Kuiniu.

Kuiniu was lying on an open space in the valley, its body as huge as a hill.

Kuiniu seemed to be aware of Wu Xian's presence. It slowly raised its head, opened its bloodshot eyes, stared at Wu Xian's direction, and let out an angry roar.

Wu Xian took a deep breath. He knew that this would be a difficult battle.

Kuiniu is not just big in size, it has innate magical powers. Even if it is not the one left by Shennong, it still has the blood of Kuiniu.

Wu Xian quickly formed seals, mobilized the surrounding spiritual energy, and condensed a spiritual power shield in front of him.

Kuiniu was the first to attack. It stood up suddenly and rushed towards Wuxian. Its huge hooves stepped on the ground, splashing up ice chips.

Wu Xian didn't understand how the Kuiniu, which only had one leg, could support its huge body and stand so steadily. The key point was that it was jumping and hopping at a very fast speed.

However, these thoughts only flashed through his mind. After all, the battle was still going on.

Wu Xian dodged Kuiniu's attack with a flash. At the same time, he muttered something and a beam of magic power shot out from his hand and hit Kuiniu's body.

Kuiniu felt pain and roared again, swinging its huge tail and sweeping towards Wuxiang.

Wu Xian quickly dodged to the side, and his tail brushed past his body, bringing up a gust of cold wind.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and Wu Xian gradually felt overwhelmed.

If he had known that he would encounter Kuiniu today, he would have taken a rest to recover his strength and would not have been so passive.

Kuiniu's power was so great that every attack made his magic shield shaky.

But Wu Xian did not give up. He thought of his people, the responsibilities he shouldered, and the palpitations he felt when he read about Kuiniu...

A strong sense of responsibility instantly ignited Wu Xian's blood, and a strong belief surged in his heart, making him decide to go all out.

Wu Xian gathered all his magical power and rushed towards the one-legged Kuiniu, taking advantage of the height difference to launch a surprise attack.

The Kuiniu seemed to have sensed Wu Xian's intention, and it quickly jumped to the side, trying to stop Wu Xian. At the same time, it roared to the sky, and the deafening sound waves directly hit Wu Xian's brain.

Wu Xian was very close to Kuiniu at this time and was hit by a bigger attack wave. Blood was flowing from Wu Xian's ears, eyes and nose, but Wu Xian relied on his tenacious will and managed to avoid Kuiniu's attack and finally approached its one foot.

Wu Xian used up his last bit of strength and stabbed the magic weapon in his hand at Kuiniu's one foot.

A painful roar was heard, and the Kuiniu's one leg was chopped off. It fell down with a loud bang, creating a deep hole in the snow.

Wu Xian himself fell to the ground due to exhaustion. He ignored the pain on his body, quickly picked up the severed Kuiniu foot, turned around and fled the valley.

Know the universe, still pity the green grass.

He didn't need eighty big drums. With the broken Kuiniu leg, the cowhide was enough to make a small rattle.

After all, if Wu Xian was not worried about the survival of the Wu clan, he would never come to harm Kuiniu for the sake of a drum.

Everything has spirit.

All living things have the right to survive.

Respecting life is a principle that is engraved into the bones of the witch clan. The witches who are familiar with ghosts and gods believe in cause and effect even more - all things are empty, but cause and effect are not empty.

Wu Xian believed that with the magical power of Kuiniu, he could still survive with only a broken leg. As for regenerating a broken leg, such a spell was not difficult, and I believed that with Kuiniu's identity, it would not be difficult either.

In short, Wu Xian had no intention of taking Kuiniu's life from the beginning.

After returning to the tribe, Wu Xian began to carefully polish the Kuiniu's foot. He first carefully peeled off the skin of the broken part of the Kuiniu's foot, carefully tanned it, and engraved ancient runes on it.

The broken leg bones of Kuiniu were made with the finest sand and stone. The surfaces of the tibia and foot bones were carefully polished smooth, and ancient runes were engraved on them, infusing them with his own magic power.

After 49 days of hard work, a small and exquisite rattle was finally completed. The double-sided drum surface of the rattle is made of Kui Niu leather, and the two small drum hammers are made of Kui Niu's toe drums.

The whole rattle exudes a faint spiritual energy, as if it contains the power of the entire heaven and earth.

Wu Xian looked at the rattle, took it directly to the tribe that had been suffering from drought for a long time, and began to shake the rattle gently.

When the first drum beat sounded, the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and strong winds blew.

As the drums sounded, the clouds grew thicker and raindrops as big as beans poured down.

Wu Xian continued to shake rhythmically, and the rain gathered into a torrent, rushing towards the dry land.

The crops that had been withered quickly recovered their vitality under the nourishment of the rain and became green again.

The tribesmen of these tribes cheered. They witnessed the magical power of the Kuiniu rattle and admired the ten wizards even more.

From then on, Wu Xian used this Kui Niu rattle to protect the tribe. Whenever the tribe encountered drought or flood, he would shake the rattle to call the wind and rain, or control the clouds to move and the rain to stop, always regulating the climate to ensure that the tribes had a good harvest and lived and worked in peace and contentment on this vast land.

The story of Wu Xian and Kui Niu Rattle also spread in the ancient world and became a legend.

Originally, Wu Xian thought that the reason why he had palpitations after seeing the Kuiniu records was because he wanted to obtain the Kuiniu rattle to regulate the climate and ensure a good harvest.

It was not until the epidemic that spread across the land that Wu Xian felt fortunate that he had not ignored the palpitations he felt at that moment.

After all, this time the disease was aimed at wiping out the whole clan. So Wu Xian set out without hesitation, holding the rattle in his pocket.

Compared with the continuation of the tribe, what is a Kuiniu rattle?

As long as you are alive, everything is possible!

After Wu Xian handed over the Kuiniu rattle, he did not act pretentiously as if he was reluctant to leave. He did not even look at the little snake's vertical pupils.

Wu Xian just continued to take out the offerings slowly. The second treasure Wu Xian took out was a blood-colored jade.

This piece of jade is crystal clear, and faintly exudes a powerful aura - it is condensed from the blood that splashed when Xingtian was beheaded, and it contains the endless rage of the God of War Xingtian.

Xing Tian dances with his halberd and halberd, his fierce will remains!

Xing Tian!

In order to avenge Chi You, he headed to Kunlun alone and finally shed blood in Changyang Mountain.

It is said that in the battle that year, Huangdi was a little exhausted when he encountered the extremely brave Xingtian who was seeking revenge alone.

Huangdi fought and retreated until he reached the foot of Changyang Mountain. He suddenly stopped his sword, jumped out of the circle, and shouted like a bell: "The area below the mountain is narrow, why don't we go to the top of the mountain to decide the outcome."

Xing Tian was a brave man, with only intense hatred in his heart. His eyes were blazing with fire, and he held the axe tightly in his hand. In order to avenge Chi You, he vowed to make Huangdi pay with blood.

Without thinking, Xing Tian strode up the mountain, and the ground shook slightly with every step he took. His steps were firm and powerful, as if he wanted to flatten the entire mountain.

However, Huangdi's move was just a delaying tactic. Before Xingtian could take two steps, Huangdi's sword came at him like lightning, carrying a sharp sword energy, and chopped towards Xingtian's neck.

Xing Tian sensed the danger and dodged to the side, but Huangdi's sword was so fast that it still left a deep wound on his neck. Blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red.

With this sword, Huangdi cut off Xingtian's head.