The first taboo of the heavens

Chapter 443 Witch God
In the depths of southern Xinjiang, the majestic and majestic Hundred Thousand Mountains stand in the extreme south of Shenzhou. The place is shrouded in thick fog all year round, the sky is dim, evil miasma and poisonous fog are shrouded, and monsters and beasts are rampant everywhere.

"Roar!"

There was a roar of a ferocious beast, and a tiger and leopard merged together, and a monster with pig's feet rushed out of the black forest full of bones on the ground next to it, and rushed towards Xu Zifan.

Facing this monster, Xu Zifan frowned slightly. Today, he entered the [-] mountains and deeply realized the harsh environment here, which is a truly wild place.

And the weird monsters in front of him, with several animal characteristics combined together, made him sigh in his heart, because the source of these monsters was the species created by the ancient witch clan using spirit creation techniques thousands of years ago.

Among the [-] mountains, there are endless such species, and no one knows the exact number. Since the ancient Wu tribe settled in southern Xinjiang for tens of thousands of years, no one knows how many new species the ancient Wu tribe has created. species.

Among these new species, the 72 alien races with wisdom are the most famous. These alien races include murlocs, snake-humans, feather-humans, bear-humans, etc.

For thousands of years, dragons without a leader in the 72 mountains have fought each other. Today, even among the 37 alien races with wisdom, only [-] races remain. It can be said that the competition is fierce and cruel.

Xu Zifan ignored the monster rushing in front of him. In his eyes, this monster, this hundred thousand mountains, and even this world were all his own property. As long as the other party was not a vicious person, he didn't want to commit any crimes.

Besides, the monster in front of him has no intelligence, it just relies on survival instincts, and he won't care about it.

The next moment, Xu Zifan's figure passed by here like a wisp of light smoke. The monster rushed towards him with a gust of wind, but it was empty, and looked around suspiciously, but there was no Xu Zifan's figure in front of him.

Xu Zifan came here after receiving the inheritance of the Wu tribe from the Miao nationality altar in Qilidong. He planned to find a quiet place to study the art of the Wu tribe.

The strange magic of the witch tribe is strange and unpredictable, very extraordinary, and it is a cultivation method that is not inferior to the heavenly scriptures. In the original plot, whether it is the legendary Linglong Empress, or the beast god who can fight head-on with the Zhuxian Sword Formation to bring disaster to the world , are all majoring in witchcraft.

After obtaining such a method, Xu Zifan naturally had to take part in research and practice.

And vaguely, he has a feeling that maybe he will have other discoveries after practicing the witch clan's strange arts. This feeling is very mysterious, inexplicable, and unknown, but it really exists.

Soon, Xu Zifan's eyes lit up, and he found a quiet place. It was on a cliff at the end of the black forest. The stone wall there was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been split by a knife. Make a cave in the middle of the cliff, and you can practice here with peace of mind.

The next moment, Xu Zifan's whole body shone with silver light, and his figure shot directly at the center of the cliff in front of him. With the loud bang of rolling stones, he was already in a cave.

Afterwards, Xu Zifan sat cross-legged and began to practice witchcraft.

The method of self-cultivation in the Central Plains is mainly based on refining qi, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth for one's own use, or it is based on training the body, focusing on the human body and strengthening the body.

On the other hand, witchcraft in southern Xinjiang uses blood as a guide, combined with the mysterious power of the soul to become a witch power with unimaginable abilities, and finally turned into various strange methods.

To practice southern Xinjiang witchcraft, you must have a lot of fresh blood. This is one of the reasons why Xu Zifan chose to retreat in Shiwanda Mountain, because there are countless beasts here, which can meet his needs.

Xu Zifan first sat cross-legged on the ground and deduced the method of witchcraft cultivation in his mind. After everything was cleared up, he immediately set out to get out of this cave and entered the black forest below. Came back here again.

But at this time, there was an extra jade box in his hand, which contained bright red blood, which he had just obtained from a monster with a pig's head and a bear's body.

Afterwards, Xu Zifan sat cross-legged, dipped his fingertips in blood, and drew in the air.

As he danced with his fingers, an extremely weird rune that looked like a ghost drawing symbol gradually took shape in the void in front of him.

This rune is the basic rune used to cultivate witchcraft in the inheritance of witchcraft. The moment this rune was formed, the cave instantly became dark and gloomy, as if the Nine Serenity Hell had descended. People are very uncomfortable, unconsciously give birth to a creepy feeling.

Then Xu Zifan integrated a wisp of his spiritual power into the bloody rune in front of him in an extremely weird way according to the records of witchcraft inheritance.

At this moment, the blood-colored rune suddenly became radiant, and a blood-red light radiated out, reflecting the blood-red color of this cave.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Zifan stretched out a hand, and the blood-colored runes in the void seemed to have spirituality, shrinking sharply and flying towards Xu Zifan's palm.

The next moment, the bloody rune flew into his palm, and then melted into his body through his palm in an instant.

At the same time, a ray of bloody light also spread from Xu Zifan's palm all the way up, through his arms and shoulders, to every part of his body.

At this moment, Xu Zifan's body exuded a faint blood-colored light, and a strange force was circulating.

This is the basis of witchcraft practice in southern Xinjiang - witchcraft!

"I see!"

At this moment, Xu Zifan felt the aura emanating from himself, and there was a look of relief in his eyes. He was familiar with this witch power, and it was the power when he launched the blood curse of heaven and earth.

However, compared to the witch power condensed by using the blood curse of heaven and earth, the witch power he cultivated by using the southern border witchcraft at this moment is much weaker. Although the essence is the same, there is a big difference between the two.

The sorcery power condensed by using the blood curse of heaven and earth is purer and more powerful than that obtained by using the southern border witchcraft.

After figuring this out, Xu Zifan had some calculations in his mind.

If you use the witch power condensed from the Heaven and Earth Tonggui Blood Curse to cultivate the witchcraft in this world, the effect will definitely be stronger.

There are three main steps to activate the Heaven and Earth Return Blood Curse, gather the witch power, sacrifice yourself, and curse the opponent!

He can use the witchcraft of this world only by using the blood curse of heaven and earth to gather witchcraft.

The Blood Curse of Heaven and Earth is a taboo-level secret art, and the method of gathering witch power is certainly extraordinary.

At this moment, Xu Zifan felt faintly excited, and couldn't wait to try the effect.

Theoretically, it works perfectly. Doing so will make the source of witch power more advanced. If it succeeds, it will be equivalent to the difference between a conventional aircraft carrier and a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier in the real world. Although both are aircraft carriers, their energy sources are completely different. It is completely different.

Do it when you think of it!

Xu Zifan settled down, closed his eyes again, and heard the faint sound of chanting a mantra, the voice was very low, like a whisper, like a soft chant, as if he was about to die with the wind.

The next moment, an inexplicable and strange fluctuation swept out from his body. This fluctuation is the purest witch power, vast and mighty, like a vast ocean, condensed in Xu Zifan's body and in this world.

At this moment, within a radius of [-] meters, there is a strange aura pervading, blood-colored rays of light, there is a feeling of soul-stirring, even under the influence of this strong strange aura, the sky is much darker, and there are dark clouds gathering. In the black forest before the cliff, countless strange monsters were slightly stunned after feeling this strange aura, and then seemed to awaken the deepest memory in their blood, all knelt down on the ground, trembling, and worshiped in the direction of the cliff , Worship more than.

And in the center of this majestic witch power is the figure of Xu Zifan sitting cross-legged. At this moment, he is the source of the bloody light, as if the ancient witch god descended, with mighty witch power all over his body, and a strange atmosphere permeated the ten directions.

Qilidong, the settlement of the Miao people.

It is early morning at this moment, and the day's plan is in the morning. The Miao people have already got up as usual, or are cooking on fire, the smoke is rising, or are getting dressed, ready to go hunting in the mountains, and the sound of cocks and dogs barking can be heard from time to time , It spread far away, and there are hawkers carrying steaming steamers, shouting, selling food.

Everything looked as usual, nothing different.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

However, at this moment, suddenly there was a sound of dog barking from low to high above Qilidong.

All of a sudden, all the Miao people in Qilidong were startled by this inexplicable barking sound.

"what's going on?"

Everyone in Qilidong was wondering at the moment.

"Is this the stone inscription of Hou Shan Inu God as a warning?"

Some people wondered, there are rumors in the clan, if the dog god roars to warn, it means that the danger of genocide is about to happen.

However, the sound made by the Inugami Stone Carving in front of him was not a growling sound, but rather like a family dog's joyful sound after seeing its owner reunited after a long absence.

This voice represents dependence, trust, grievance and intimacy!
For a moment, all the Miao people in Qilidong were at a loss, but they all knew that something big was about to happen. The dog god was the god they enshrined. The sudden sound of the dog god stone carving must be foretelling something.

At this moment, everyone turned their attention to the entrance of the altar on the mountainside, where there was a high priest, who was the spokesperson of God in their hearts, and was extremely honorable.

They believed that the high priest would definitely tell all the clansmen the will of the dog god.

Sure enough, after a while, the emaciated and extremely old figure of the high priest appeared on the platform on the top of the hill.

It's just that the high priest at this moment has changed from the deep and mysterious image of the past. Instead, his whole body is trembling, tears are streaming down his face, and he is muttering something non-stop, as if he has been dazed.

As for the people who were closer to the high priest, after hearing what the high priest said at this time, their complexions changed drastically, and then they knelt down on the ground, bowing to the sky inexplicably.

"The Sorcerer God is back, the Sorcerer God is back!"

The great sorcerer was also the great priest, trembling, his whole body was trembling due to excitement at this moment, and tears were streaming down his face.

Last night, a god entrusted him with a dream, which made him fall asleep. Today, the dog god welcomes the Lord, which is in line with an ancient myth and legend in southern Xinjiang.

The roar of the dog god is a warning, indicating that there will be disasters in the clan, and the low voice of the dog god means the arrival of the witch god, and the entire ancient witch clan will reappear the glory of the ancient times.

In the Wu Clan, the Witch God is a myth in the mythology, the god of the entire Wu Clan in legends. Before the Witch Clan was destroyed and split, each generation of Witch Maidens was nothing more than a person selected by the clan to serve the Witch God.

Today's dog god whispers, which confirms the ancient legend. Will the real Wu clan gods reappear in this world after passing away in ancient times?
At this moment, the high priest bowed down, and all the Miao people in Qilidong also fell to the ground, bowing to the unknown place in the sky.

And the humming sound of "Wuwu" from the Inushin stone carving lasted for a long time, lingering on every land in Qilidong, stirring everyone's hearts.

And this scene of people kneeling and worshiping is happening in many areas in southern Xinjiang at this time.

For example, in a mysterious valley where the Li nationality, one of the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, is located, at this time, a statue of a bear god also gave birth to a vision, and all the Li people also bowed to the ground under the leadership of the patriarch, piously. Incomparable, he chanted the blessing of the witch god in his mouth.

As for the other three tribes that have been extinct in the legend, there are also clansmen remaining, but the scale is much smaller, and they are extremely excited. With tears in their eyes, they worship the gods enshrined by their respective clans, praying for the manifestation of the witch god.

In the depths of the Shiwanda Mountain, at the entrance of Zhenmogu Cave, there was a howling wind. A statue of a woman had been standing there quietly for a thousand years. At this moment, two lines of tears fell down the face of this statue of woman.

And in the wind, there was a vague, extremely ethereal, voice of a woman who seemed to be liberated.

"Linglong deserves to die for her crimes. She has failed the expectations of the people. She is willing to be punished by the gods and fall into the Jiuyou Hell, never to be reborn!"

……

Fenxiang Valley, Xuanhuo Altar!
At this moment, the Xuanhuo Altar was filled with hot air, and it was fiery red. On the ground, there were finger-thick nicks in different depths, forming eight ominous god patterns about the size of a foot.

These patterns are exactly the evil gods of the eight wildernesses in the ancient legends of southern Xinjiang. They are all eerie and terrifying, with sharp teeth and sharp claws, and they eat people. They are extremely hideous and terrifying.

On weekdays, these patterns are dull and dull, as if they are just the most ordinary engravings, without any magic.

However, at this moment, the brilliance flowed on the eight engraved pictures, and each of the fierce gods seemed to come to life. The fierce light in the eyes was fierce, and even the entire Xuanhuo altar was instantly filled with a fierce aura. .

And Shangguan Ce, the No. [-] person in Fenxiang Valley who has been guarding this place all year round, naturally discovered the abnormality immediately.

Originally, he thought that there was an invasion of foreign enemies, and the eight fierce mysterious fire magic circle would be automatically activated here, but in the end he found that it was completely different from what he thought.

This incident revealed something strange, at this moment Shangguan Ce stared at the Xuanhuo Altar, his brows were tightly frowned, and he couldn't see the reason at all.

They also thought that the Xuanhuo Altar was originally an important place of the ancient witch clan thousands of years ago, and after the destruction of the ancient witch clan, it was occupied by Fenxiang Valley. There must be other mysteries and secrets in it that they don't know.

Then Shangguan Ce sighed softly, left the Xuanhuo Altar, and quickly walked towards a secret place in Fenxiang Valley.

Among the [-] mountains, on the cliff at the end of the Black Forest, Xu Zifan's body is full of witch power at this moment, and he never thought that he was just experimenting with the method of cohesive witch power in the blood curse of heaven and earth, which would make the major forces in southern Xinjiang feel impressed .

And as he practiced the witchcraft in this world with the pure witchcraft condensed from the blood curse of heaven and earth, he had a feeling that something in a certain direction was calling him, and this feeling followed The depth of his practice of witchcraft became more and more intense.

(End of this chapter)