After carefully counting the number of Yin soldiers in the space and their cultivation, Zhou Hao laughed happily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are actually more than two hundred thousand-year-old Yin soldiers, and their spiritual power cultivation is not in vain!

You must know that Hakri has always maintained the number of ghost slaves in the African period in the southeast, and there are suddenly more than 200 Yin soldiers with a two-thousand-year-old ghost age on his side, this is no longer a simple increase in spiritual power, but a matter of more than ten times the increase.

Although most of the Yin soldiers were detained by Haotian Tower and Wu Ding together. But with more than 200 Yin soldiers, he can slowly screen out the Yin soldiers with spiritual wisdom and turn them into his own witch slaves, and as for the Yin soldiers without spiritual wisdom, they will be refined into dark spring water. A two-thousand-year-old Yin Soldier Refining Dark Spring is enough for himself and Dai Lin to digest for a long time, just to help himself and Dai Lin improve their soul power.

As for what Haotian Tower and Wu Ding took so many Yin soldiers for, Zhou Hao didn't care at all. These two babies have already recognized themselves as masters, and no matter how much they toss, they will never hurt themselves. Zhou Hao felt that he had been living quietly, and the spirit of these two witch treasures might be boring and wanted to chat with someone!

Looking at the Yongdao that had completely quieted down, there had been no Yin soldiers for a long time, Zhou Hao could only pout regretfully, and used the earth to continue to sneak down.

After sinking for about ten kilometers, Zhou Hao broke through the watery soil layer for the third time, and a trace of fluctuation suddenly entered his sea of knowledge.

The so-called "wearing three springs" recorded in the history books is true, and modern scientists actually swear that there was no such technology in ancient times, and Zhou Hao really wanted to bring those people over and let them see the great power of their ancestors.

Not long after following the fluctuations, a stone wall suddenly appeared in front of me, and a stone hole was carved out of the stone wall. Zhou Hao walked slowly to the entrance of the cave, stood still and looked inside. A three-meter-high stone tablet appeared, with only three words on it: "Great Witch Politics".

As recorded in the history books, "down the copper and to the coffin" is actually the entire inner wall of the stone cave is poured with melted copper juice and then put the wooden coffin into it, and countless runes are engraved on the five copper walls, but there are only a few kinds of repeatedly. Most of them are waterproofing, insect repellent, constant temperature, and spirit gathering, and each rune is densely packed around every corner in the size of a centimeter.

A lone wooden coffin lay flat on a copper platform. Zhou Hao looked at it and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, even if he owns the world, he is just like this, he doesn't even dare to enjoy the honor of ordinary emperors, but hides alone under the dark three springs.

Zhou Hao slowly walked to the entrance of the stone cave, straightened his clothes and raised his hands high, and suddenly a thing a little bigger than a goose egg appeared in his hand, with six holes on it. This is the musical instrument of the ancient witch - Xun, Zhou Hao specially refined one last night, specially used to commemorate the great witch.

Zhou Hao took out Xun and didn't play it, but held it in his hand and stood for a while, his wrists suddenly shook violently, and then after his right leg was raised, the whole person stood still for a moment and suddenly jumped up slightly, and his right foot landed on the ground while his left leg took the same posture as his right leg

Ancient Witch - Dance of Sacrifice.

In ancient times, the shamans of the Wu tribe would always perform a ritual to summon the ancestral spirits and summon the souls of the deceased tribesmen at a fixed time every year, so that they could wake up from the underworld and feel the happy life of the tribe, so that the souls of the informants would continue to protect the tribe. This dance is used by the shamans to summon spirits at the beginning of the ritual.

Zhou Hao's dance is very ugly according to the aesthetic standards of modern people. The movements open and close widely, and even the waist will twist into a very strange angle, and the interval between each movement is very long, as if a puppet needs someone to come up and wind it up before he can do the second movement.

In this way, after Zhou Hao jumped for a while, the Xun in his hand suddenly let out a soft whimper. After that, Zhou Hao's movements suddenly accelerated, and he simply relied on the air flow brought by the wave of his arm to play the Xun in his hand.

At the same time, Zhou Hao's mouth began to emit rapid notes, at first there was no inhibition and frustration, a simple flat and straightforward long chant, and after this long chant, his spiritual power wrapped Xun and truly played this ancient musical instrument.

As Xun's notes began to change, each note in Zhou Hao's mouth slowly changed, and it sounded like an old man standing in the mountains, dragging a long note, reverently singing to the sky and summoning the spirits of the ancestors, praying for protection.

With Zhou Hao's dance, a black figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, and he bowed his head and asked, "Wizard, what year is it?"

Seeing the black shadow, Zhou Hao sighed, arched his hand and said, "Two thousand two hundred years away from the political witch!"

The shadow visibly froze in mid-air for a moment, then let out a sigh, and then its form began to blur a little, as if it was about to dissipate. "Who are you?"

"Wu, Hao!" Zhou Hao raised his voice to report his identity, but at this time his vigilance had been raised to the highest.

The ancient witch, especially the witch who cultivated the water attribute, had a suspicious and changeable temperament, and combined with various records about Yingzheng in history, Zhou Hao had already done enough homework on his character. So even if he was so weak at this time, looking like he would completely dissipate at any time, Zhou Hao didn't dare to relax his vigilance, the ghost knows if this thousand-year-old ghost will play any tricks.

"Human Witch Cultivator?" the body of the political witch floating in mid-air suddenly fluctuated.

"Wow!" Zhou Hao knew that he was already extremely excited, and he would know whether he was a friend or an enemy immediately. But to let him lie, Zhou Hao's self-esteem will never allow it.

In the world, there is no one who knows Wu people better than Zhou Hao. After the disappearance of the ancestral witch, the body of the great witch is strong but there is no primordial god, and the soul naturally dissipates between heaven and earth after the body disappears, and gradually annihilates with the passage of time.

A soul from two thousand years ago was able to recondense and appear in front of Zhou Hao, but it was just a soul projection that Zhou Hao reluctantly used soul witchcraft to reassemble most of the soul fragments that had not yet been annihilated from heaven and earth.

If he is desperate, with his natal supernatural powers, Zhou Hao at this time is definitely not his opponent. But he also has no way to take Zhou Hao, as long as Zhou Hao hides in the space and waits for the summoning time to pass, the projection of the political witch will dissipate again, which is also the reason why Zhou Hao has the confidence to summon him.

Therefore, after Zhou Hao admitted that he had cultivated, he looked at the political witch unhurriedly. The reason why he took great pains to summon Wu Zheng's soul projection was indeed with a curious and inquisitive mentality.

He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask.

In this era, why did the ancient sorcerers suddenly disappear, leaving only a little bit of inheritance?

Are Qin's generals, such as Bai Qi, a soul witch?

Did Ying Zheng encounter aliens?

What is the relationship between the widow Qing and him?

Does he know Xiang Shaolong?

Is his Twelve Golden Man the Twelve Ancestral Witch Weapons?

Thinking about the various legends he saw on the Internet, Zhou Hao's heart was burning with a raging fire of gossip at this time.

The black shadow seemed to ponder in mid-air for a while, and suddenly condensed in mid-air, turning into a very small black dot and quickly rushing towards Zhou Hao's eyebrows. But Zhou Hao didn't make any moves, but watched the black shadow enter. Only then he suddenly smiled smugly, like a fox who stole a chicken.

I didn't expect that after being mentally disabled, I could only do some stupid things.

Zhou Haomei knew that there was Haotian Tower hidden in the sea. Haotian Tower, containing the power of chaos, subdues demons and suppresses all things. A small, incomplete remnant soul rushed in, and it was really self-defeating!

Sure enough, the political witch had just broken into Zhou Hao's sea of knowledge, and before he had time to be happy, a mysterious fluctuation suddenly enveloped him. The political witch disappeared in Zhou Hao's sea of knowledge, leaving only a large cloud of crystal clear Styx water slowly floating into the Wu Ding, and the final ending of the first emperor through the ages actually became a cultivation resource for modern people, which was really his misfortune Zhou Hao's great luck.

After putting Xun away, Zhou Hao gently walked to the wooden coffin, bowed slightly, and said, "Since you are rude first, the kid will be offended." I wanted to have a good chat with you, but it's a pity!" After speaking, he put his hands on the coffin and spit out his magic power, opening the coffin lid a gap.

A light with two kinds of light, golden and milky, suddenly shot out from the gap, and Wu Ding suddenly appeared, emitting a yellow light that suppressed the light again. As Zhou Hao slowly exerted his strength, everything in the coffin was presented in front of him.

There was no imaginary body of Zhongzheng, and there was only an ancient sword about one meter long and a square milky white tiger button seal in the coffin. Zhou Hao didn't care, anyway, Wu had countless ways to turn his body into green smoke, or into boulders, water and other substances after his body fell, mainly to prevent his body from being refined into a puppet, and it is estimated that the political witch also used this method.

"Taiah!" After Zhou Hao stretched out his hand to take out the sword, he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the two seal characters engraved on the sword. (To be continued.) )