A corner of the Ten Thousand Demon Continent, the Shaman's Hall

In the dark and magnificent hall, there was a cold and misty silence. Suddenly, under the altar more than ten meters high in the hall, a cloud of black smoke burned out of thin air. "Poof~", in the black smoke, a young man in a black robe appeared. The man's face was covered with a black veil, and he couldn't see his handsome face clearly, but his blood-red eyes gave people a chill of ghosts and demons.

"High Priest, Wu Sang has come to return to his life. Walking into the main hall, the black-robed man leaned over the altar and said respectfully.

"Hmm... Have you found out?" On the altar, an old man wearing a priest's crown and a purple and gold robe, with a cold and thin face, sat lazily on the stone chair of the altar. He asked, tilting his head sideways, resting his right hand on his cheek, and his eyes half-closed and half-closed. This person is the high priest of the witch clan in the retreating priest's hall, Wu Jue.

"Back to the High Priest, Wu Sang has already found out. The Far Eastern Realm is the remains of a thousand-year-old battlefield, but it is not a thousand-year-old treasure as rumored. Wu Sang replied succinctly.

"What do you mean?" Wu Jue opened his eyes slightly and poured out two words simply.

"Because... At the edge of that ice field, Wu Sang felt a very powerful... The power of sealing demons!" Wu Sang swallowed nervously, and then answered truthfully. Although he had only walked around the outer reaches of the ice field, Wu Sang was still deeply afraid when he recalled the terrifying energy of the deep bottom of the ice field.

"What?!The power of sealing demons!" After hearing this word, Wu Jue's whole body shook, his blood pupils widened, and there was no longer lazy sleepiness on his face. The whole person stood up at once as if he had been electrocuted.

And the reason why Wu Jue reacted so radically was precisely because he knew too well the meaning behind the power of sealing demons: the deep bottom of the ice field in the Far East Domain must have sealed a great demon of the Gods and Demons Chaos Domain, and it was the kind of top great demon that the gods could not completely kill when they joined forces! Only such a great demon would force the Protoss to use the power of sealing demons and unite to forcibly seal it. And through the slow passage of time, it constantly reduces its magic, and finally achieves the goal of complete erasure.

"What's going on, in detail?" At this moment, Wu Jue seemed to realize something.

"Yes, Wu Sang was at the edge of that ice field, in addition to the power of sealing demons, he also felt a very strong demonic aura hidden underground. And there was a faint trace of demonic energy leaking out of the seal, although it was only a trace, but it made people's hairs stand on end. After feeling this demonic aura, for the sake of safety, Wu Sang did not approach. This demonic qi has been unfading for thousands of years, and it can be seen that there must be a demon giant shark sealed there, and it is estimated that the ignorant humans who are now searching for treasures have long been annihilated in it. Wu Sang recounted slowly, still sending chills down his spine as he recalled the breath of death he felt near the edge of the valley floor.

"Well, you're doing a great job. We swear to stand up to the demons, so let's not alarm them for now... But why is it a demon? In the thousand-year war, I have never heard of a great demon falling in that remote place, and it seems that this matter is not as simple as it seems... Hey, okay, right now, the demons are not what we have the ability to provoke. If we can resurrect the ancient witch gods, what can the demons do to me..."Wu Jue was suddenly thoughtful, and his palms unconsciously clucked. The sunken and dry eye sockets faintly flickered with tears, as if it was a longing that would not be extinguished:

In the past, the witch clan fought for dominance in the world and fought against gods and demons, what a glory. But now it has fallen into a corner of the wilderness, and the grass is in trouble, and the strength of the entire Wu clan has plummeted, and they have to endure the suffering, what a grievance this is. Whenever I think of the glory of my ancestors, I always make this old man regret and cry with hatred.

"Alas..."Wu Sang, who was under the altar, raised his eyebrows lightly and glanced at the high priest who remembered his feelings, and sighed with deep feelings. Although I have not seen the grandeur of the ancestors of the Wu clan who once dominated the world, every time I hear those legends from the mouths of the elders of the clan, it always makes people's blood boil and passion heroic.

"Anyway... Not to mention this, there are still ten years to go to the 'Priest's Festival', how are you ready?" Wu Jue was in a trance for a while before he came back to his senses from his loss and said with concern.

"is impacting the 'Xuanling Double', and I believe that ten years later, in the 'Shaman Festival', Wu Sang will not live up to the expectations of the High Priest. Wu Sang grinned very confidently, his whole body was shocked, and the aura of the early stage of the Xuan Ling level was fully emanated.

"Don't talk so much, although you are intelligent among the disciples of the priests. But the 'Priest's Festival' is a grand gathering of geniuses of my Wu clan, and the descendants of all the altars will gather here, and it is not easy for you to stand out in such a grand event, don't underestimate them. Especially the disciples of those old things. Wu Jue turned around, and nodded with satisfaction after feeling the aura emanating from Wu Sang, but he still admonished him earnestly to prevent his disciple from being proud. At the end of the words, the words were bitten very hard. Thinking of the few Wu clan elders who united to impeach him, Wu Jue gritted his teeth with hatred: those old things used to be just dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy around them, but now they have become the climate to suppress themselves everywhere.

"High Priest Xie instructs, Wu Sang will go all out!" Wu Sang leaned over and said in his heart. Wu Sang is naturally very clear about the high priest's heart disease: although Wu Jue has retired from his high position, he still retains the title of high priest, but he has no real power, but he still has prestige among the clan. In the future, if he can get the support of the high priest, he will also have a place in the Wu clan. Compared to the three thousand disciples of the other elders, Wu Sang believed that he would have a better future on the high priest's side. It's just that because of this, Wu Sang and several other elders and disciples are at odds, although they don't face each other openly, they also compete secretly.

"Well, okay, let's go down..."Wu Jue let go of his clenched fists, waved his hand a little tiredly, and motioned to retreat.

"Yes!" After Wu Sang retreated, Wu Jue looked up with a stunned expression, his sunken and cloudy eyes pierced through the top of the cloud dome of the priest's hall, and looked at a majestic and dark mountain peak under the starry sky...

The whole mountain is about 3,000 high, and it is located in the abyss and ravine. The mountains are shrouded in black mist, and it is difficult to see the whole picture. But in the middle of the mountain peak, there is a giant sitting firmly with his back to the mountains, stepping on the abyss, and shoulders high to the mountain. From a distance, the entire mountain peak is like a giant's throne, grand, mighty, and terrifying. This is the belief totem of the Wu clan: the ancient witch god!

I saw the witch god sitting firmly in front of the mountain, with sky-high demon horns and blue-faced fangs on his head, sleeping and closing his eyes but looking hideous. The whole body is as if the fur has been peeled off, the muscles are bright red and shriveled, and the bone lines are clearly visible. At the joints of the legs and feet, there are also sharp and long shuttle bone spurs, like claws. What was astonishing was that in the collapsed position of the witch god's chest, there were four huge chains as thick as ten people hugging each other.

The pitch-black chains were nailed to the smashing sternum of the witch god at one end, and the other was nailed to an altar transformed from a thousand-meter-high mountain more than a thousand meters away from the mountain.

I saw that on the thousand-meter-shaped trapezoidal altar where the countless steps extended up, four chains were firmly fixed at the four square corners of the altar. In the middle of the altar is a huge pattern with a radius of about fifty meters, the patterns are complex, faintly flashing with bright red and vivid light, and the bloody pattern is like a wriggling blood vessel, through four huge chains into the body of the witch god.

If you look closely, you will find that the speed of the essence blood is very slow, as if dripping water through a stone, connected by chains, the essence blood penetrates into the cracks in the bones of the giant's chest cavity little by little. The ancient witch god, who is as strong as Mount Tai, is maintained by such an extremely inefficient transmission of essence and blood, which makes people sigh: When will it be before the shriveled flesh and blood of the whole body can be moistened and full?

In fact, such an extremely inefficient essence and blood nourishment is also the only method that the Wu clan can use at present. Since the ancient hegemony, the witch god has been fighting the heroes and suffering heavy injuries, and he has fallen into a state of suspended animation, and all the senses of the body have been closed, so he cannot actively absorb external energy.

If this continues, if the witch god falls into a state of suspended animation for a long time, his injuries will actually die if he is not treated in time. Even if the witch god was severely injured and faked his death, his body was as strong as a diamond, and even a "middle-grade holy soldier" could not hurt a bit.

Faced with this situation, many attempts were fruitless, and the Wu clan, who were in a hurry, had to take advantage of the wound on the witch god's chest to use the "Burial God Sacrifice Heavenly Technique" to forcibly pour the sacrificial essence blood into the body of the witch god to maintain his vital signs.

It's just that I didn't expect that such a method of prolonging life would last for tens of millions of years as soon as it was done, although the life of the witch god was basically saved, but it was far from recovering and rejuvenating. In this way, this god, who was regarded as the hope of the Wu clan, became the last straw in the hearts of the entire Wu clan.

And in the abyssal ravine below the altar is the graveyard of countless large animal bones: thick white bones like marble pillars, intertwined and overlapped, covering the deep ravine between the two peaks, like a huge and endless labyrinth. Perhaps it was the resentment of countless demon beasts that were unwilling to die unjustly, so that the entire abyss was full of life, all things were immortal, and the beast bones were not rotten for thousands of years, even the shamans of the witch clan did not dare to step into it easily.

This heinous and heart-wrenching living sacrifice is exactly the madness of the witch clan that has been trying to resurrect the witch god for thousands of years. But even though the battered Ancient Witch God had absorbed the blood of so many sacrifices, it still showed no signs of recovery. This also made countless witch priests feel confused, and the thousands of years of dedication and protection seemed to be like a grain of sand reclamation, making people see no hope.

Even so, the Wu people, who have become spiritual beliefs, firmly believe that when the witch god awakens again, he will lead the entire clan to return to the "God and Demon Chaos Domain" and regain the glory that once belonged to them. That is the place that really belongs to them, and at present, in order to avoid powerful enemies, the Wu Clan has to hide in the deep corner of the Ten Thousand Demon Continent like rats in the ditch. Faintly dormant, lying on the salary, trying to make a comeback.

"It's been 50 million years, 50 million years... When will you wake up and lead us back to our ancestral land!" Wu Jue looked up at the dome and let out a cry of old age. This faint hoarse cry can still feel the ambition of the high priest Lao Ji and his ambition for thousands of miles.