And at the same time, the White Witch Council of Africa.

The high priest of the Skaran tribe was walking with a vigorous pace that he was over seventy years old.

In this council residence, which was all made of thatched huts, and was full of all kinds of herbs and strange smells, and all kinds of strange sounds and shouts, he was of high respect, and everywhere he passed, everyone saluted respectfully.

However, as he walked, the high priest, who had not fallen for decades, suddenly shuddered and fell to the ground.

Before anyone could go over to help him, he suddenly convulsed, jumped up on the ground, and when he fell to the ground, his eyes were already blank, his body trembled, and he made a strange voice as if he had been shocked: "The all-pervasive Earth Mother has announced the coming of destruction! Pray, O people of Earth Mother! Pray! Pray! May Earth Mother Earth repel the demon of destruction and save our beautiful world!"

"The High Priest has received the oracle from Mother Earth!

This sentence was immediately discovered to be wrong, and the wizards rushed in time to pass it on with witchcraft.

In an instant, all Africans in the whole of Greater Africa who still believed in the primitive totems and witchcraft of Africa - except for blacks, and even a few Westerners who were attracted to it - felt this call in their hearts.

So one by one, no matter where they were, whether they were at home or in the field, whether they were driving or on the road, whether they were in the office or on the sports field, whether they were working or resting, whether they were fighting or sleeping, they all jumped up, fell to their knees respectfully and prayed sincerely.

Because of such actions, the African continent does not know how much chaos it has caused for a while. There were even two armed tribes who were fighting at the same time, dropping their guns and praying respectfully. Even the mercenaries they hired were no exception - because they knew that if they dared to mess around at this point, they would face the wrath of both warring parties!

However, I don't know for what reason, maybe there is really some Mother Earth blessing, anyway, although this series of actions has caused a lot of chaos, no one has died because of it, not even injured, at most, it is a little bit of skin, not even blood, which is not an injury at all for Africans!

And at the same time as they prayed, some strange and imperceptible power was quietly gathered and flew towards the location of Yang Chen in Jinzhou, Huaguo.

After this force gathered, it was originally thrown in the direction of Yang Chen, but for some reason, this power circled around Yang Chen's body, and finally left.

No one knew about the appearance of this power, only one person had a faint feeling: it was Xiao Guang in Yang Chen's arms.

She looked up at the surroundings suspiciously, and frowned: "What's the matter? Something seems to be coming, but why is it missing again?"

And just as Xiao Guang was in doubt, this force flew towards Yang Chen's residence and landed in a small ashtray that Yang Chen put in the drawer.

Of course, this ashtray was not really used to hold cigarette ash, because Yang Chen didn't smoke at all—at least not after being reborn.

Still, there's something in the ashtray. It was a villain, and the kneading technique was quite clumsy and ugly, and I could barely see that it was the appearance of a villain, and as for the limbs and facial features, there was a little outline.

The material for kneading the villain looks very loose, as if a light touch will make the villain's appearance collapse.

To be precise, the material is nothing more than a wisp of soot, half-gray in color, and it looks no different from ordinary soot.

However, if there are people who know the goods, then they will definitely recognize it, and this thing is clearly the mysterious Falling God Ash from the Heavenly Master's Mansion!

According to legend, the Falling God Ash has the effect of nourishing the gods. But no one knows how this thing came about.

Only Yang Chen, who came from later generations, knew that this falling god ash was actually condensed by the hard work of refining the incense offered by the thousand-year-old believers of the Heavenly Master's Mansion with secret methods.

At the beginning, because of the great sins he committed in Africa, a bad relative of Zhang Bingyu caused a white priest of the Skaran tribe named Gurch to sacrifice his body to perform the Holy Descent Technique, and cursed that guy at the cost of his soul not being able to return to his body.

Later, Zhang Bingyu, who didn't know it, asked Yang Chen to help treat the disease, and Yang Chen took out Gurhe's soul from that guy, and then secretly instigated Zhang Bingyu to steal the two or two days of the master's mansion, pinched it into a villain, put Gurhe's soul in it to offer, and waited for the opportunity to send this soul back to the Skaran tribe to help Gurhe resurrect.

In the middle, Yang Chen also left one or two more benefits behind.

Later, Yang Chen met Ge Renchuan, the king of the talisman pill, and Ge Renchuan urged Yang Chen to go to the forbidden land behind the Shangqing Palace to steal the only two Qianyuan Void Spirit Fruits for him to alchemy. Yang Chen took this opportunity to blackmail Ge Renchuan with five Taiqing golden pills above five turns.

Yang Chen was tempted to steal the Qianyuan Void Spirit Fruit, the purpose was to help this Gurhe Requiem. However, this thing Ge Renchuan is also useful, especially as a Dan Dao master, he is even more reluctant to give up this treasure, and in the end, he still helped Yang Chen refine a soul rejuvenation barrier pill with a similar effect, plus Yang Chen blackmailed five Taiqing Golden Pills above five turns, in exchange for Yang Chen's move, and did not make any demands on the Qianyuan Void Spirit Fruit.

Now, if you take a closer look at the villain pinched into the ashes, you can see that there should be a protrusion in the abdomen of this villain, which is what Yang Chen put in after activating the Soul Resurrection Barrier Pill to help Gurhe stabilize his soul.

At this time, that inexplicable strange power fell directly on this villain made of ashes.

You can see the inexplicable light on the villain's body flashing, with the Soul Rejuvenation Barrier Pill as the center, emitting a wisp of ripples, but this ripple is only limited to the villain's body, and as soon as it leaves the villain's body, it ceases to exist.

The ripple flickered for a moment, and then disappeared completely. At the same time, there is also that inexplicable power that disappears.

The little man didn't seem to have changed. However, if you look closely, you will find that this little man has a little more luster, and the original loose texture like soot has been slightly solidified, from being kneaded like soot to being kneaded like sand grains......

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Ise City, Mie Prefecture, Japan, Ise Jingu.

This is one of the most important shrines of Shinto in Japan, and it is also a national shrine dedicated to Amaterasu in Japanese mythology, the most sacred and ancient Shinto place in Japan, which has not been accessible to foreigners since its construction, and was not open to foreigners until 1957.

This shrine has a so-called "replacement system", and every 20 years the shrine is burned down and rebuilt, and it is called the Jingu-style annual relocation palace, and it has been built 62 times so far.

No one knows that at the same time as the palace was moved in this year, there was an ancient shrine under the Ise Jingu Shrine. The shrine seems to have remained unchanged since eternity, and it retains its clumsy style. In fact, almost all buildings, facilities, and furniture are made of stone, and there is not even a trace of wood or metal utensils.

The shrine is not large, that is, five or six meters in length. There is only one shrine in the whole shrine, and in the center is a stone table dedicated to the shrine.

Next to it, an oil lamp made of something I don't know what it was made of, and it has been emitting a faint fragrance, emitting a dim halo that slightly illuminates the dim shrine underground.

An old man in a kimono, who looked very old, but whose muscles were as strong as those of a bodybuilder, was kneeling on the stone floor, not even a mat, and he didn't know how his old arms and legs could stand it--who knows? Anyway, everyone on earth knows that the Japanese love to masochism, and even love masochism. Especially those who are older are more and more so, just get used to it.

When you move your gaze to the god seat, you can see that on the god seat, there are the words "His Majesty Emperor Jimmu of the Amaterasu Great Imperial God Divine Descendant Ten Thousand Generations" -- the font is a Chinese character that will make many Japanese people unhappy, and there is no half hiragana or katakana. After the Emperor's throne, there is a larger throne plaque that protects the Emperor's throne like a winged child, and the throne reads "Amaterasu Daimagami". But everyone can see that the center of this worship is obviously the emperor's, not Amaterasu's.

Obviously, this shrine is clearly a hidden family temple of the Japanese emperor.

At this moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his rigid expressionless face showed a sneer-like movement, and muttered: "Is destruction coming? Destruction is the best, it will not be destroyed, how can you break free from those damn ghost animals that are bound to the Great Japanese Empire?"

His voice, full of fanaticism and burning hope for destruction, grew louder and louder, echoing in the small underground stone shrine space, like a demon's roar: "Come on, let the destruction come more violently! The sky is falling, it's time for the tall ones to stand up, you can destroy with the destruction......"

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At this time, in the poorest state of Bihar in India, in a hidden valley, it was already dark.

It wasn't late in the day, or there wasn't direct sunlight, it was dark anyway. I could clearly see the sunlight, but I couldn't see anything, only a black, desperate dead darkness!

And in the midst of this black oppression, it is not completely devoid of activity. If you keep looking directly at the darkness, you will see that there seems to be something looming in the darkness, which is not a product of nature, but an artificial creation!

Outside the valley, countless people lined up in a crooked queue, without making a sound, and the scene was dead and silent, like walking into the valley indifferently like a walking corpse. And the valley is like a bottomless pit, swallowing these people up, and not sparing a single penny.

On the mountain peak next to the valley, a humanoid black shadow was silently observing the entry of the crowd below into the valley, as if nodding with satisfaction. But he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky: "No, what's going on, why do I have a sense of foreboding?"

He muttered to himself: "But it doesn't make sense! The rudimentary Saint Energy Technology in this world is not worth mentioning at all, and under the power of my Saint Clan, it is impossible to detect the slightest hint on my side, so what kind of crisis is lurking, so that the Great Saint Clan has not discovered it?"

He looked a little anxious and sighed: "It seems that it is time to speed up the progress. In the words of the filthy worms of this world, there are many dreams at night......"

His voice echoed through the valley, but his shadow had dissipated without a trace......