At the entrance of Lijia Village, the night breeze came out of the wooden house, raising the sleeves of Li Chunqiu's clothes.

Li Chunqiu's carving knife did not stop at all, the pen walked away from the dragon and snake, but his divine thoughts were all placed in Lijia Village.

Last time, when Lijia Village held a clan meeting, Li Chunqiu found that his mana had suddenly increased.

Therefore, Li Chunqiu not only watched the clan meeting in Lijia Village from beginning to end, but also compared the fluctuations of the driver's mana from beginning to end.

At the same time, Li Chunqiu also regulated Li Laohan in the clan association and asked him not to talk nonsense.

In the end, this clan meeting allowed Li Chunqiu to carve at least nearly 100 sculptures.

"So, it's influence?"

"What influence do I have on the world?"

"Or some other metric?"

"There is still a lack of sufficient experimental samples. ”

Li Chunqiu stopped the sword light in his hand under the moonlight, constantly reflecting the moonlight, and looked at the disbanded clan in the distance.

The old village chief was still in the ancestral hall, just standing, as if he was thinking about something.

"I should probably guide some of this patriarch so that I can trigger more so-called controlled experiments. ”

Li Chunqiu smiled faintly in the night.

In this world where there are no immortal cultivators, he, who has also cultivated the exercises of the Creation God, is a god.

.........

Sleepless all night, insomnia is not only Li Laohan, whose mind is full of twelve ancestral witches and sword immortals.

There are also the villagers of the entire Lijia Village.

Of course, among them, the most insomnia is the old village chief.

The rest of the people, even though they heard the news, were just excited and couldn't sleep.

However, the old village chief still has to think about the future path of the entire Li family, will they continue to nest in such a small village?

What if you go out?

What about those demon cultists in the backyard of the ancestral hall?

These are all questions, and what the old village chief wants to know more is the matter of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The matter of the Sword Immortal has the Qinglian Sword Monarch Record compiled by the elders of the Li family back then, and Li Taibai's life record is written in detail.

A sword breaks the Cangjiang River, rolls the waves across the river, on the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, picks the sword to cut the heavenly master, in the Song official city, asks the sword emperor, and the drunken imperial court.........

Li Taibai's life is a legend, like a long song with a climax.

But there is no record of the Twelve Ancestors, and of course it is possible that he has not read it.

The old village chief walked into the big house behind the backyard of the ancestral hall, looking up at the countless books in front of him, which were all left by Lijia Village for generations.

There is no classification, and usually only the elders of the past generations and some people in Lijia Village who are interested in learning study here.

Of course, the old village chief himself didn't like to read, so he only read it occasionally.

However, he now continues to read every day.

Because, he felt that there must be something about the twelve ancestral witches in these books, and since the ancestors were the twelve ancestral witches, then there must be no shortage of books in them.

The old village chief raised his hand, and a flash of fire appeared above his fingers, and the flames stayed on the old village chief's fingertips, illuminating the slightly dim place of the book collection.

The old village chief lit a fire and walked in.

But the old village chief didn't notice that in the corner of the dark bookshelf, a book slowly condensed in the void, and finally landed on the lowest level of the deepest part.

It is made from a completely different material from all books, as if it were woven from gold wire.

The book is not visible at all from the shelves, but as soon as someone opens the book, they will immediately see it.

The old village chief lit a candle with one finger while looking at the dazzling catalogue of books.

The old village chief doesn't know how many books are stored in the old ancestral hall, but it should be no worse than the library of some big families.

After all, their ancestors were more than broad.

The old village chief once again went from the end of the books to the front, and read all the book catalogs, but did not look at the books related to the twelve ancestors.

There are some strange books, but the old village chief is sure that his predecessors would never write genealogies or anything like this in such books.

"I shouldn't have it!"

The old village chief lit a flame in one hand, but he frowned deeply, he couldn't figure out how there could be no news about the ancestors here.

"It's definitely in there, but it's probably not written according to the name of the book. ”

"The old man is seventy years old, do you still want to read all the books here?"

The old village chief felt that his head was a little bigger.

"That's it, all of them: don't read, don't know the world, let's read it. ”

"Hmm...... Let's start with this last one. ”

The old village chief flicked the fire light on his finger, and the fire appeared in the air, as if it was burning out of thin air.

Then the old village chief carefully lifted the book, and then slowly pulled out the last one.

"Snap"

With a strange sound, a golden book was revealed.

Beneath the firelight that flickered in the air, it shimmered with dazzling brilliance.

"How come there is a book?"

The old village chief frowned, put the book he had picked up on the top floor, and pulled the golden book out of the bottom layer.

Only then did he realize that the top books had a thick layer of ash, and the bottom layer had a lattice similar to a dark grid, but because the top books were larger than the bottom books, the bottom books were not exposed.

Dark grid?

What in the village needs a dark compartment?

The old village chief's heart shook for no reason.

He turned the book in his hand with his backhand, only to see a few golden handwriting on it.

"Ancient genealogy?"

The old village chief's eyes lit up, this ...... Seems to be what he's looking for.

The old village chief hurriedly summoned the flames around him, and then opened the golden book.

The golden books reflect a unique and mysterious atmosphere.

Lines of golden handwriting lit up:

Heaven and earth are chaotic, and everything is like a chicken.

The ancestral god Pangu woke up, split the chaos with the Pangu axe, fixed the earth, fire, feng shui, distinguished the turbidity, opened up the desolate world, evolved the desolate world, and lived endlessly.

The ancestral gods were unable to support the power of opening heaven and earth, and most of the essence and blood of the body evolved into all things in the world, and a small part turned into twelve ancestral witches.

Dijiang: Like a yellow sac, red as a fire, six-legged and four-winged, Hun Dun has no face, the ancestor of space speed.

Jumang: Green as green bamboo, bird body and human face, foot riding two dragons, the ancestor of oriental wood.

Zhu Rong: The head of the beast is human, wearing red scales, the ears are piercing the fire snake, the foot is a fire dragon, and the ancestor of the southern fire.

Harvest: Human-faced tiger body, covered with golden scales, wings, snake in the left ear, two dragons on the feet, the ancestor of the Western gold.

Co-worker: Python-headed human body, dressed in black scales, stepping on a black dragon, wrapped in a green python in his hand, the ancestor of the northern water.

......

The old village chief glanced at ten lines and looked down.

Eventually, he saw the sentence he wanted to see:

After the Li family, after the ancestor witch.

Sure enough, we are indeed the ancestral witch queen.