The Wushen Clan, located in the west of the 100,000 Mang Mountains, is a tribe in a large wilderness.

After traveling thousands of miles to the west from the Black Wolf Mountains, Wangri Peak, and the Falling Kite Valley, you can see a land with yellow sand flying, with sparse grass and trees, raging dust, and the howling of the wind everywhere.

"There was a drought here in the past, and everywhere it passed, everything burned up, even after tens of thousands of years, it is still the same appearance"

Wu Qiu stroked her hair, her tall figure stood, her beautiful eyes looked into the distance, with a hint of sigh and helplessness.

The drought is abused, such as burning, with a radius of thousands of miles, dripping water and burning ashes.

That kind of darthorn in the form of a man, about several feet high, walks like the wind, every step seems to shake the ground, and the surface of the body burns with unquenchable flames.

You must know that the former hometown of the Wushen Clan is a pure land with beautiful mountains and rivers and the murmuring of small beasts, which is no worse than the Falling Kite Valley of the Rain Clan.

"Is that the territory of the Witch God Clan?"

Ji Yi saw that among the vast yellow sand and dust, there were small hills, scattered and scattered, in a certain order, constantly extending to the depths.

To live in this kind of bad weather, you need a little special means, presumably this should be the witch earth mound of the witch god clan.

"It's worthy of Shaojun, you can see it at a glance," Wu Qiu said with a smile, so she didn't need to explain.

Shaojun's insight is very accessible, the so-called witch soil, with witchcraft to build totems, strengthen the sand, over time to form a totemic power of the soil.

This kind of mounds of witchcraft on the yellow sandy land, in other words, can also be called a small fortress of the witch god clan.

There were twenty witch gods in each of the mounds of the witch land, and there were a total of thousands of such strongholds in this area of yellow sand, scattered in all directions.

And the true territory of the Wushen Clan is a real underground palace under this yellow sand land!

"Miko Maiden"

In the direction of the Witch Earth Hill, several people in black robes came to the two of them, kneeling on the ground with their hands on the ground.

"This is the witch of the witch clan, and every one of them is an iron-blooded warrior"

Wu Qiu introduced, and Ji Yi and these people chose a Wutu Hill to enter.

The Witch God Clan, thousands of miles of underground palaces stretched, majestic and magnificent, even Ji Yi was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The buildings are horizontally called, the temples are lined up, and the black walls several feet high surround these, forming a huge place of ruins.

"Who is behind the Wushen Clan" Ji Yi was very curious and wanted to see the person behind this.

Among the three thousand realms, it can be arranged to the wasteland tens of thousands of years ago, and there are such a force with such skill and heritage, it is either the Holy Land, or the Five Kings Family and the Gu Clan.

Or rather, some strong people from beyond the stars.

After all, the three thousand realms ruled by the imperial dynasty did not include the regions outside the universe and outside the universe, and the so-called great unification only unified the universe and the galaxy within the universe, as for the place of the ancient star field, it can only be said that it is beyond the reach of the whip.

In the past, his father and emperor went to the outer world alone, but the result was very cruel, as strong as the emperor was injured, and when he encountered an emperor-level monster, he still injured his own emperor body after a strong killing.

This directly shook the Three Thousand Realms, who is the Emperor?

One of the greatest emperors in ancient times, with high merit and great merit, worship in all domains, even the avenue of heaven and earth is subservient to the emperor, an era, and even an era, are the world of this one.

No one knows how far the emperor's strength has reached, not even Ji Yi knows.

But that injury was real, and he still remembers it vividly.

Who is respected through the ages, and it is not in vain to ascend to the immortals.

"Wu Qiu"

In the depths of the underground royal city, an old voice came, like a god, like a fairy whisper, but like the cry of a demon, floating in the sky.

When all the people of the witch god clan heard this, they bowed down in unison, their eyes were reverent, respectful and worshipful.

Wu Qiu bowed his head and lowered his posture, reciting an ancient language in his red lips.

"Ming Yu Clan, the Witch God Clan is the Ming Yu Clan?!"

Ji Yi opened the three major veins, the seven orifices and five senses were ethereal, and the spirit was powerful, so he naturally heard the words in Wu Qiu's mouth, and it was also because Wu Qiu didn't intend to hide it at all, and he didn't think he could know.

But this one was wrong.

The ancient Ming Yu clan, this is the imperial clan, is the royal family of the Ming Yu Dynasty, but this dynasty disappeared inexplicably as early as the Three Ancient Tribulations, and became a major mystery in the Three Thousand Realms.

Some people say that there is a terrible existence in the dark ages that will wipe out the entire dynasty, and some people say that the Ji catastrophe is chaotic, and the Ming Yu Dynasty has fled far away and has never been seen since.

But in the end, it really disappeared in the long river of history like this, and even the Ming Yu clan was about to be forgotten.

It's really terrible that the three ancient calamities are too terrible, at that time, there was more than one dynasty, the three thousand realms were divided into eight directions, the god dynasty, and there were countless dynasties, but how many were spared?

Countless inheritances have been severed, the holy land has been annihilated, a clan has been bulldozed, and blood has flowed all over the heavens, full of wails and sorrows, so the world naturally does not care about the rise and fall of a Ming Yu clan.

"The Witch God Clan is the Ming Yu Clan, entered the wasteland and avoided the Ji Tribulation?"

Ji Yi speculated in his heart, surprised by the Ming Yu clan's actions.

The Nine Great Wastelands are special, and they have been pure lands in the era of calamity and dark turmoil since ancient times, but it is too difficult to enter the wasteland, especially if it is as powerful as the Mingyu Dynasty, it is even more impossible.

"Shaojun, the witch god is invited"

Wu Qiu saluted, and then took Ji Yi to the depths of the underground palace.

Along the way, many Wushen people saw different expressions, some were puzzled, some were surprised, some were angry, and some were excited.

But in the end, when they saw Wu Qiu's respect, they bowed their heads in unison.

"Your identity is very special," Ji Yi smiled.

"The Witch God Clan has a strict hierarchy, and I am a witch, so I am naturally noble," Wu Qiu replied.

"This is the last hall of the underground palace, called the Witch Sacrifice Temple, and it is the witch god of our clan who is worshipped inside."

She pointed ahead, and no one was allowed to step on it, not even her.

It can even be said that Wu Qiu has never been in since he was born, and he doesn't know who the witch god inside is.

But there is no doubt that this one is very powerful and intimidates the Mangshan clans, so there is a witch god clan of the ten tribes!

Wu Qiu saluted, and then retreated, she glanced at the young gentleman before leaving, and felt very emotional.

Just now, she heard that the witch god summoned and asked this young monarch to come to the witch sacrifice temple, and at this moment, she actually had a trace of jealousy.

I have done my best for the witch god clan, why has I never been favored by this witch god, just a young monarch of the declining imperial dynasty, why can?

She was a little puzzled, but the orders of the Witch God Clan were above all else, and she was indeed sincere along the way, especially the means shown by this young monarch on the way, which really convinced her.

But the Witch Sacrifice Temple, she really wants to go in, and all the people of the Witch God Clan are full of yearning for this Witch Sacrifice Temple.

Entering here means that you are the future witch god!

Shrine of Witch Sacrifice.

The moment Ji Yi stepped into the door of the palace, there was a sad aura rushing to his face.

The entire temple was filled with a sense of death, no lights, dim and gloomy, with a suffocating oppression.

This temple of witch sacrifice is the most noble temple of the witch god clan?

The hall is deadly silent, there is not even a stool or chair, the outside is richly decorated, but the interior has long been decayed, and the contrast between the front and back is too great to describe.

"The only remaining descendant of the emperor" someone sighed in the depths, and his voice was old and intermittent.

Ji Yi saw clearly, this was an old man with a rickety back, sitting cross-legged on the ground, wrapped in a black robe, but he couldn't hide his thin and shriveled body, and even his almost lifeless body.

Ji Yi was sad, looked at the old man in his last years, and said, "Witch God?"

"The witch god has passed away a long time ago, how many thousands of years, even I can't remember," the old man said, coughing from time to time, really aging to the extreme.

He seemed to be dying at any time, the fire of life was too weak, but he just held back a breath of essence and held on until now.

"My imperial brother, are they gone?" Ji Yi clenched his fists in his palms, and his whole body trembled.

Ever since he was sent to the wasteland, he had understood what had happened, but there was still a little hope in his heart, but at this moment, the only hope he had was gone.

Full of grief and indignation, there is nowhere to vent!

"The era of the emperor, the glory after the troubled times, has also come to an end, this is the established ending, no one can change it, even your master"

The old man said, and his sorrow grew.

Shaojun has lived for nearly 20 years, and he has become a legend, and he can be said to be the first person among the young people in the world.

But the result is still the same, the emperor is gone, the era is chaotic, even the young monarch has suffered a great disaster and has fallen into the wasteland, the entire imperial dynasty has long been disintegrated, and the blood is exhausted...