In the Cold Spirit City and the Spirit Mine Mountain Range

In the dark mountain stream, a delicate witch knife that emitted a rich blue light was suspended in the black curtain, and after a while, the blue light converged, and the exquisite witch knife flew out and turned into a white light and plunged into the deep valley stream below, and the entire pitch-black mountain stream became silent again.

In the middle of the night, in the dark void, a familiar and old figure slowly emerged: it was the Mixed Yuan Taizu who had previously been integrated into the Linglong Witch Knife. It's just that now the spirit of the Mixed Yuan Taizu looks almost completely transparent, and it will only dissipate in a moment. Mixed Yuan Taizu looked down at the abyss that Qiye had fallen into, his face full of surprise.

The blood that had just been spit out by Qiye was able to reactivate the quality of the weapon. How could the blood of an ordinary human child have such a miraculous effect? That is the legendary "blood refining" that can only be achieved by the blood of that mysterious race!

And in this world, only that mysterious race has such blood, and that race has been extinct since ancient times, so the blood of the race should have been cut off long ago. But why did the blood of the seven nights ...... A series of incomprehensible questions flashed in the mind of the Mixed Yuan Taizu.

"Seven Nights, Seven Nights ....." After thinking hard to no avail, the Mixed Yuan Taizu lowered his head slightly, and his mouth continued to ponder silently, and suddenly he suddenly said like an epiphany:

"Maybe he is really an orphan of that race, and if so, then it is really providence! Witch, witch...... I didn't expect you to be despicable and shameless back then, sealing the old man here, but the old man was able to accept this disciple, it is really a shame to live up to the sky, a shame to the sky! hahahaha....." Mixed Yuan Taizu was relieved and couldn't help laughing. The loud laughter laughed at all the grudges that had been buried in my heart for thousands of years. The sound of laughter echoed in the dark mountain stream for a long time, and then the space fell silent again.

Rumors: Before time immemorial, there was a race named after a number, which was commonly known as the "Ten Thousand Races" by other races. As the name suggests, the population of this race is less than 10,000 people, which may not be as large as the number of villages and towns attached to a county town.

Wan Clan does not belong to the human race, but its appearance is similar to that of humans, except that the eyes are of different colors, silver hair and demon ears, and the back is wingless but can ride through the air.

Ask about the origin: All races have nothing to do with immortals, not to be related to demons, and not to be related to beasts. Like a group of races that exist outside of all things, mysterious and ancient.

But when it comes to another name for this race, its former prestige will far surpass that of any empire at the peak of its power now, the mysterious race that has never been forgotten by the passage of time, full of infinite legends and imaginations, and terrifying: the ancient undead!

The ancient undead inherited the true immortal bloodline, and as long as they were not killed, their lifespan would be eternal. However, not everyone in the undead has an immortal bloodline, and only through continuous refining and forging can the immortal bloodline in the body be truly activated. But this process requires great risk and unspeakable pain in order to win the slightest chance of success.

Although the undead numbered less than 10,000, they possessed amazing talent and the most terrifying strength. With a talent comparable to that of the gods, the undead have learned the inheritance methods of countless races in the long river of time, causing countless foreign races to be terrified.

Eventually, at the end of the ancient period, millions of foreign races slaughtered the undead in order to seize the undead bloodline because they were afraid of the threat of the undead's strength, resulting in the complete destruction of the entire ancient undead. But no one is sure that in that siege of millions of heroes that shocked the ancient times, will one or two immortal bloodlines take advantage of the chaos to escape and be spared?

The stars are moving, and the creatures are extinguished. Ancient events have been made less known by the millennial war, and countless legends have become stories of laughter. Naturally, the rumors of the ancient undead have also been erased in the memories of countless races, and they seem to have become the existence that was never born.

There is no historical record of why the undead were born, but it is rumored that at the beginning of chaos, the birth of the stars of the Nine Heavens, and the departure of the cicadas of all things, the territory of the ancient continent of the stars was crossed, and millions of races were reproduced.

In the midst of such a group of heroes dividing and conquering the deer, there is a weak clan with an almost negligible number of people: the Wan Clan, they do not have the strong and solid body and indestructible fangs of the Beast Clan, they do not have the lightning speed of the Wing Clan, nor the overwhelming combat power of the Demon Clan, nor do they have the strong divine power of the God Clan. But it was in the midst of such a cruel and ruthless devouring of the race, that the ten thousand races, which were as weak as ants, actually exerted the wisdom of the species to the extreme:

They skillfully devoured the "Immortal Red Spirit, one of the Ten Ancient Divine Flames", which represented eternal immortality, not only cultivating the immortal bloodline, but also deceiving the Divine Clan's inheritance of the spiritual treasure - the "Code of the Origin of Heavenly Things" to open up the talent of the Divine Domain. As for the method by which the Ten Thousand Races obtained the treasures of the Protoss, no one will know in later generations, and this has become an indelible shame and secret of the Protoss.

Despite the glory of the ancient undead, they perished so quickly. No one dared to imagine what kind of terrifying state the strength of the ancient undead would reach if they could be passed down from the ancient times, the war ancient times, the desolate ancient times, and the last ancient times! I am afraid that even the gods and demons will have to bow down to them, and just thinking about this makes people stand in awe and feel awe. In the future, if Seven Nights can activate his ancient immortal bloodline, what kind of peak he will reach will make the Mixed Yuan Taizu dare not imagine.

But compared to the brilliance of the future, Seven Nights is just beginning to devotional. There are still countless long thorns to tread, if the heart is buoyant, even if the talent is extraordinary, including countless heavenly and earthly treasures, it is difficult to enter the king's domineering.

The path of spirituality can only be reached with perseverance. But before having unrivaled strength, it is extremely important to know how to keep the light and keep the obscurity, forbearance and avoid the front, only the king who really grows up is the king! Only the genius who really grows up is the genius! Even if the person with the qualifications and the potential of the king is intelligent, if the edge is exposed, just past the easy break, it is only an embarrassing loser.

Star Plate, a place in the Ten Thousand Demon Continent

Inside a dark and magnificent temple, on a heavy altar about 10 meters high. An old man wearing a purple and gold robe, a black ribbon around his waist, a crown veil on his head, and a cold and thin face sat on a white jade chair in the altar. Suddenly, the old man's eyes were closed, as if sensing something, and suddenly opened, a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and a faint smile was outlined at the corner of his mouth. This person is the high priest of the Wu clan who sealed the Mixed Yuan Taizu in the depths of the Spirit Mine Mountain Range. Since the millennial war, Wu Jue has been severely injured and has been recuperating in retreat at the altar.

"It's been seven thousand years, and that old thing has finally disappeared, hahaha......" A grim smile appeared on Wu Jue's thin face, with a smug chuckle.

"Huh...... Strange, why can't you sense the Linglong Witch Knife?" Before he could be happy, Wu Jue's smile gradually stiffened, and finally came to an abrupt end, with a cold brow.

"Could it be ruined by that old thing's deathbed?" asked a man under the altar who was covered in a black robe, his face was covered with a black veil, and only a pair of blood-red eyes were exposed, but his facial features were not visible. This person is one of the hundred disciples of the High Priest Wu Jue: Wu Sang, a black shaman whose strength has reached the early stage of the 'Xuan Ling level'.

Among the shamans of the Wu clan, the shaman has a clear and strict hierarchy, which is divided into high priests, soul shamans, blood shamans, black shamans, and shamans according to the division of strength.

Wu Sang is also the most potential among the black shamans, and the genius shaman who can be promoted to the high priest in the future, you must know that the lifespan of the Wu clan is comparable to that of the immortal clan and the demon clan, and the peak powerhouse can live for up to 10,000 years. And Wu Sang's strength in his 200s can reach the early stage of the 'Xuanling level', and his future prospects are limitless, and it is very likely that he will surpass the current high priest Wu Jue.

Among the many races, the human race has the shortest lifespan, even if it is the peak powerhouse of the human race, the twelve peak imperial human emperors, the strength reaches the 'holy spirit level' and the maximum lifespan is 500 years, almost the cultivation of the twelve imperial human emperors has also stopped at the "holy spirit" stage, if you want to successfully break through to the "holy level", it will take five or six hundred years, this leap is like a moat, and it has also become despair. And the vast majority of spiritual practitioners are only two or three hundred years old. The longest-lived ones are the gods and demons, which can be as long as 100,000 years. Secondly, the second races such as the immortal race, the demon race, and the witch race can live up to 10,000 years, while the other third races such as the beast race and the ghost race only have a lifespan of more than 1,000 years.

Wu Jue, who was sitting on the high platform, pondered for a long time, and then spoke:

"Well, it's also possible that the old thing did the same thing...... In that case, Wu Sang, this High Priest now orders you to go and check and confirm. Do you know what to do if the Witch Knife falls into the hands of someone else?"

"Disciple obeys!" Wu Sang's right hand was placed on his left chest, and he leaned over slightly to accept the high priest's order, and his blood-red eyes condensed into a conspiracy-like smile. Then the figure retreated slightly, and then dissipated into a puff of black smoke.

Looking at the empty hall under the altar, Wu Jue slowly closed his eyes and sank down. After being damaged in the battle with the Mixed Yuan Taizu, his strength dropped from the previous threshold of the Holy Rank 'Holy Level' to the peak of the Spirit Rank 'Holy Spirit Level'. Unwilling to stop there, in order to be able to hit the 'holy level' again, he had to spend a long time of thousands of years to disperse his cultivation, quench his body with pills, eliminate the sequelae, and then rebuild the spiritual foundation.

If it weren't for the heavy losses in that war, I am afraid that my strength would have reached the level of 'holy general' now, not like now. Since his own strength has been greatly damaged, the status of the clan has plummeted. The priest elders who were always looking forward to themselves not only deprived themselves of their real power, but also drove themselves into this dark, bleak and cold priest's hall, leaving the title of high priest empty, and slowly consumed their most precious lives in the years, so that now they are old and weak, and the old man is twilight......

As soon as he thought of this, Wu Jue's scrawny fist clenched and clucked, his breath became disordered, and his chest was full of irrepressible resentment.

In the gloomy shaman's hall, after a brief conversation of three or two words had been heard before, there was a long silence, and a mist as thin as a light veil permeated the entire hall, blocking all prying eyes from the outside. No one dared to rush into the high priest's sacrificial hall, which imprisoned the souls of countless high-level demons, like a large array of cobwebs that stretched for thousands of miles, devouring all moths to the fire and throwing themselves into the net.