Daxue Mountain is located in southern Xinjiang, where heavy snow falls all year round, and the climate at the top of the mountain is extremely cold, and there is no sign of it.

Zhao Xin walked against the wind, like a streamer, extremely fast, according to the time conveyed by Li Jiancheng, that mysterious place would be opened today, and he had to hurry, so as not to let others take the lead.

Comprehending the void, he opened the Dijiang Heavenly Vein, its speed is unparalleled in the world, and it is at the extreme of this world, and soon, he saw that the holy mountain surrounded by ice and snow, where dozens of miles were shrouded in ice and snow, and everything was extinguished, and no one could survive.

This is the holy place of the Wu people in southern Xinjiang, and countless people come here every year to make a pilgrimage to ask for the blessing of the ancestral witches.

The people of southern Xinjiang believe in the legendary Twelve Ancestors, where there are large and small tribes, but there is a supreme ruler.

King!

It was a legendary existence, which lived for hundreds of years, and under its leadership, the people of southern Xinjiang were united, even though the Central Plains Dynasty was extremely strong, but their iron cavalry had never conquered this land.

Southern Xinjiang is in the plateau area, the living environment is very harsh, the land is vast and sparsely populated, but everyone respects the witch king as a god, and advocates battle, all the warriors of the witch tribe are not afraid of death, and the highest glory is to die on the battlefield.

At the same time, each of them was extremely devout, they were all followers of the Ancestral Witch Sect, and every year on the day of pilgrimage, they would leave everything behind, and then set out from their homes without saying a word, and on the long road, they knelt down five steps and bowed ten steps, praying sincerely towards the holy mountain, and constantly advancing.

Daxue Mountain is a holy mountain, a place of faith, a place of worship for the people of southern Xinjiang day and night, and the purpose of Zhao Xin's trip.

It took him half an hour to cross thousands of miles to the southern Xinjiang region, he looked calm, standing on the top of the snowy mountain, strolling leisurely under the ice and snow.

At this time, a piece of jade appeared in his hand, which was left by Li Jiancheng, and a clear and clear sound suddenly sounded on it, resounding throughout the whole world, and the whole body of the jade was glowing, and a large number of runes appeared, building a large formation in the void.

The light was warm, emitting wisps of scorching sparks, like torches burning in the night, lit up from the holy mountain regularly, as if to arouse the mysterious power in the underworld.

Suddenly, the earth shook in vain!

This towering and eternal holy mountain is trembling!

Zhao Xin was slightly surprised, the large array formed by the jade stone in his hand directly enveloped this huge and incomparably large holy mountain, and the two continued to resonate, forming a terrifying scene, a large avalanche occurred, and the snow that had accumulated for thousands of years rolled down at this moment, as if it was about to flood the land of southern Xinjiang.

Not only that, but the wind and snow that had lasted for thousands of years suddenly stopped at this moment, and in its place, thousands of brilliant rays of light were diffuse.

"What's going on? Is this a natural disaster?"

"Someone must have angered the Great Ancestor, and now calamity is coming!"

"Oh my God, the holy mountain is trembling, it has never been seen in eternity, what is happening?!"

"Go and enlighten His Majesty the Witch King!"

Countless pilgrims under the holy mountain, they showed a shocked look, looked up, the top of the mountain was filled with colorful clouds, the snow poured down the mountain, and the snow rolled, like the Yellow River dam burst from the top of the mountain.

"Run, there's an avalanche!"

"Don't panic, hurry up and pray!"

"Each of us is a child of the ancestral witch, as long as we pray sincerely, we will be fine!"

"Great Witch, please calm your anger......"

At the foot of the mountain, on the mountainside, the group of devout believers calmed down after a moment, closed their eyes one by one, prostrated themselves on the ground, and worshiped the definition of the holy mountain, ignoring the people who were swallowed by the wind and snow in front of them, and they were also indifferent to the rolling snow.

On the top of the holy mountain, Zhao Xin shook his head, the people of the entire southern Xinjiang were brainwashed, too religious, and lost their will, and would only blindly follow the instructions of the so-called "gods".

Soon after, the snow melted on the top of the sacred mountain, and everything returned to calm, revealing the true face of the ice and snow that had been hidden by the ice and snow for thousands of years.

"Is this the rumored entrance?"

Zhao Xin followed the words left by Li Jiancheng, and at this moment used the jade in his hand to open this entrance to the secret of the world.

His divine sense was huge, and he wanted to go into it to see what was going on, but he couldn't, and his divine thoughts were directly swallowed up by this dark vortex.

But he can still feel the other side of this dark whirlpool, there is no cave, It is very different from this world, where the aura is very majestic, full of all kinds of spiritual power, in the depths of the earth, he can still vaguely find a great power, even him, at this moment, there are some palpitations, it seems, this is not a safe place.

But Zhao Xin will not flinch, wealth and danger are sought, which contains a supreme great creation, which makes him very excited, if this trip is successful, then he will open the last heavenly vein, symbolizing the candle nine yin vein of the avenue of time!

He didn't hesitate for a moment, his figure flashed, and disappeared into the darkness.

After he left, the catastrophe of this land had not stopped, the avalanche did not stop, the snow was rolling, and now it was rushing down, long since the entire mountainside, where there were once pious people who prostrated and prayed, but now they have completely lost the breath of life, perhaps in their eyes, this is not a sad thing, but just a return to the bosom of the great ancestors.

It was an earth-shattering piece of news that spread quickly to the majestic Potala Palace, where a great king lived.

The supreme ruler of the Wu Clan, His Majesty the Wu King!

At this moment, on the throne at the top of the central hall of the Potala Palace, a majestic figure is sitting here, and a billowing black mist emanates from its surroundings, shrouding all directions.

This man is the legendary Witch King, his cold face has never shown a trace of emotional fluctuations.

He lived for a long time and experienced many ups and downs of the Central Plains Dynasty, but he still existed here for more than 700 years!

He is like a guardian deity, he has been sheltering the land of southern Xinjiang, sheltering it from the wind and rain, and destroying all invading enemies, he is not only the king of tens of millions of people in southern Xinjiang, but also a living god.

At the bottom of the steps, tribal leaders are bowing and worshipping.

"His Majesty, the Great Witch King!"

The crowd bowed down and chanted.

"Your Majesty, not long ago, there was a great change in the place of the holy mountain, and the ice and snow that had accumulated on it for thousands of years suddenly poured, and the top of the mountain completely collapsed, and thousands of Wu people who went on pilgrimage were buried under the wind and snow. ”

The man who spoke was a young tribal leader, his body trembling, his pupils constricting, in a state of panic, he was convinced that this great change was an ominous sign, perhaps the Twelve Ancestors were angry and wanted to punish the people of Southern Xinjiang and kill everyone.

After hearing this report, the man on the throne finally had a little change of mood, the witch king frowned, and a faint flame ignited in his deep eyes, which was not anger, nor fear, but excitement.

"This is not the wrath of the Ancestral Witch, but its gift, those who are covered in wind and snow, they will be summoned by the great Ancestral Witch, and their souls will enter into the Ancestral Witch's embrace and enjoy eternal bliss. ”

The voice of the witch king Hongda sounded slowly, carrying a magical magic power, which can calm people's minds, and the voice gradually drifted away, drifting far away, conveying to hundreds of miles away, and even covering the entire southern Xinjiang land.