In the depths of southern Xinjiang, 100,000 mountains are majestic and magnificent, standing in the extreme south of Shenzhou, where thick fog is shrouded all year round, the sky is dim, the miasma is shrouded in poisonous fog, and strange insects and beasts are rampant everywhere.

"Roar!"

A roar of a fierce beast came, and a tiger and leopard merged, and a monster with pig's trotters rushed out from the black forest full of white bones on the ground next to it, and pounced towards Xu Zifan.

Facing this monster, Xu Zifan frowned slightly, today he entered the 100,000 mountains, and deeply realized the harsh environment here, which is a real wild place.

And the strange appearance in front of him, the combination of several animal characteristics made him sigh in his heart, because the source of these monsters was the species created by the ancient witch clan using spirit creation thousands of years ago.

Among the 100,000 mountains, such species are endless, and no one knows the specific number, since the ancient Wu tribe settled in southern Xinjiang in ancient times, for thousands of years, no one knows how many new species the ancient Wu tribe has created.

Among these new species, the seventy-two alien races with intelligence are the most famous, including the Fish-Man Clan, the Snake Clan, the Feather Clan, the Bear Clan, etc.

For thousands of years, the dragons of the 100,000 mountains have been leaderless and fighting each other, and to this day, even the seventy-two alien races with wisdom are left with only thirty-seven tribes, which can be described as fierce competition and extremely cruel.

Xu Zifan ignored the monster in front of him, in his eyes, this monster, this 100,000 mountains, and even this world are his own property, as long as the other party is not a ferocious person, he doesn't want to kill evil.

Besides, the monster in front of him has no intelligence, and only relies on survival instincts, and he will not care about it.

The next moment, Xu Zifan's figure swept over the place like a wisp of smoke, and the monster rushed with a fishy wind, but it pounced into the air, looking around suspiciously, but where was Xu Zifan's figure in front of him.

After getting the Wu clan inheritance from the Qilitong Miao altar, Xu Zifan came here, and he was going to find a quiet place to study the Wu clan's arts.

In the original plot, whether it is the legendary Linglong Niangniang, or the beast god who can fight hard with the Zhuxian Sword Array, is a major in the art of the Wu clan.

After obtaining such a method, Xu Zifan naturally had to study and cultivate well.

And vaguely, he had a feeling that maybe he would make other discoveries in addition to cultivating the witch clan's strange arts, this feeling was very mysterious, inexplicable, unclear, but real.

Soon, Xu Zifan's eyes lit up and he found a quiet place, which was on a cliff at the end of the Black Forest, where the stone wall was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been split by a knife, straight up and down, he only needed to make a cave in the middle of the cliff, and he could cultivate here with peace of mind.

The next moment, Xu Zifan's body shone with silver light, and his figure shot straight into the center of the cliff in front of him, and with the loud sound of several rocks rolling down, he was already in a cave.

Subsequently, Xu Zifan sat cross-legged and began to practice the magic of the witch clan.

The method of cultivating the truth in the Central Plains is either to refine qi and absorb the aura of heaven and earth for one's own use, or to refine the body, mainly to cultivate the human body and strengthen the body.

However, the witchcraft of southern Xinjiang is guided by blood, combined with the secret power of the soul to become a magic power with incredible abilities, and finally turned into all kinds of strange methods.

If you want to practice witchcraft in southern Xinjiang, you must have a lot of fresh blood as a guide, which is also one of the reasons why Xu Zifan chose to retreat in the 100,000 Great Mountain, because there are countless beasts here, which can just meet his needs.

Xu Zifan first sat cross-legged on the ground, deduced the method of witchcraft cultivation in his heart, and after everything was sorted out, he immediately set off out of this cave and entered the black forest below, only after a short time, he returned here again.

It's just that at this time, there is an extra jade box in his hand, and inside is bright red blood, which he just got from a monster with the body of a pig-headed bear.

Subsequently, Xu Zifan sat cross-legged, his fingertips dipped in blood, and depicted in the air.

As his fingers danced, a ghostly rune took shape in the void in front of him

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This rune is the basic rune used to cultivate witchcraft in the witchcraft inheritance, and at the moment when this rune is formed, the cave instantly darkens, and the gloomy aura is thick, as if the Nine Hells are coming, which makes people very uncomfortable, and unconsciously gives birth to a creepy feeling.

Then, according to the records of the witchcraft inheritance, Xu Zifan integrated a wisp of his divine consciousness into the blood-colored rune in front of him according to an extremely strange method.

At this moment, the blood-colored rune instantly shone brightly, and a blood-red light emanated, reflecting the blood-red light of this cave.

Immediately after, Xu Zifan stretched out a hand, and the blood-colored runes in the void seemed to have spirituality, shrinking sharply and flying towards Xu Zifan's palm.

The next moment, the blood-colored runes flew into his palm, and then merged into his body through his palm in an instant.

At the same time, a ray of blood-colored light also spread from Xu Zifan's palm all the way up, through his arm, and his shoulder to every part of his body.

At this moment, Xu Zifan Zhou's body exuded a faint blood-colored light, and a strange and extremely strange power was circulating.

This is the foundation of witchcraft cultivation in Southern Xinjiang - magic power!

"I see!"

At this moment, Xu Zifan felt the aura emanating from himself, and his eyes showed a touch of relief, this magic power was very familiar to him, it was the kind of power when he launched the Heaven and Earth Blood Curse.

However, compared to the magic power condensed by using the Heaven and Earth Harmony Blood Spell, the magic power he cultivated by using the Southern Xinjiang Witchcraft at this moment is much weaker, although the essence is the same, but the two are very different.

The magic power condensed by using the Heaven and Earth Harmony Blood Spell is purer and more powerful than the magic power obtained by using the witchcraft of Southern Xinjiang.

After figuring out this, Xu Zifan had a plan in his heart.

If you use the magic power condensed by the Heaven and Earth Blood Spell to cultivate the witchcraft of this world, its effect will definitely be stronger.

To launch the Heaven and Earth Blood Curse, there are three main steps, condense the magic power, sacrifice yourself, and curse the other party!

He could have used only the Heaven and Earth Blood Spell to condense the magic power of this world.

The Heaven and Earth Blood Spell is a taboo-level secret art, and the law of condensing magical power is also extraordinary.

At this moment, Xu Zifan was faintly excited in his heart, and he couldn't wait to try the effect.

Theoretically, it is completely feasible, so the source of magic power becomes more advanced, if successful, it is equivalent to the difference between a conventional aircraft carrier and a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier in the real world, although both are aircraft carriers, but the energy source is completely different, and the combat power is completely different.

Do what you think!

Xu Zifan settled down, closed his eyes again, and the sound of a faint mantra came out of his mouth, and his voice was very low, like a murmur, like a soft groan, as if he was about to disappear with the wind.

The next moment, an inexplicable strange fluctuation swept out from his body, this fluctuation was the extremely pure magic power, mighty, like an ocean, condensed around Xu Zifan and in this heaven and earth.

At this moment, within a radius of 100 meters, the strange aura is pervasive, the blood-colored light is vast, there is a sense of moving heart, and even under the influence of this rich weird breath, the sky is much darker, and there are dark clouds converging, and in the black forest before the cliff where Xu Zifan retreated, countless strange monsters were slightly stunned after feeling this strange aura, and then they seemed to awaken the deepest memory in the bloodline, and they all knelt on the ground, trembling, bowing and worshipping in the direction of the cliff.

And in the center of this majestic and mighty witch power, it is the figure of Xu Zifan sitting cross-legged, at this moment he is the source of blood-colored light, as if the ancient witch god has descended, the magic power around his body is vast, and the strange aura permeates all directions.

Qilitong, a Miao settlement.

At this moment, it is early in the morning, the plan of the day lies in the morning, the Miao people have already gotten up as usual, or are cooking on the fire, cooking smoke, or tidying up their clothes, preparing to go into the mountains to hunt, the sound of chickens and dogs barking from time to time, spread far away, and there are vendors carrying steaming steamers, shouting, selling food.

Everything looks like business as usual, nothing different.

"Uh...... Woo

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However, at this moment, suddenly a dog barking sound sounded from low to high in the sky above Qilitong, this dog barking sound was not high, but it was very long, and it reverberated in the sky over Qilitong.

All of a sudden, all the Miao people in the entire Qilitong were startled by the inexplicable sound of the dog barking.

"What's going on?"

Everyone in Qilitong is puzzled at the moment.

"This is a warning carved in the back mountain dog god stone?"

Some people are puzzled, there are rumors in the clan that if the dog god roars to warn, it means that there is a danger of extinction of the clan is about to occur.

However, the stone carving of the dog god in front of him was not a roaring sound, but it was like the sound of joy made by the domestic dogs in the clan after seeing their owners who had been reunited for a long time.

This voice represents dependence, trust, and grievances and intimacy!

For a while, all the Miao people in Qilitong were a little overwhelmed, but they all knew that something big was going to happen, and the dog god was the god they worshipped.

At this moment, everyone turned their attention to the entrance of the altar halfway up the mountainside, where there was a great sacrifice, and the great sacrifice was the spokesman of God in their hearts, and it was extremely noble.

They believed that the high priest would tell all the people the will of the dog god.

Sure enough, a moment later, the thin and old figure of the Great Priest appeared on the platform on the mountain.

It's just that the great priest at this moment has changed the deep and mysterious image of the past, but his whole body trembles, his face is full of old tears, and he keeps muttering something in his mouth, as if he is stunned.

And the people who were closer to the Great Priest, after hearing what the Great Priest was saying, their faces changed greatly, and then they knelt on the ground and bowed to the sky inexplicably.

"The witch god is back, the witch god is back!"

The Great Wizard, also known as the Great Priest, trembled, and at this moment, his whole body trembled due to excitement, and tears flowed down his face.

Last night, there was a god who dreamed and made him fall asleep, and today the dog god welcomes the lord, which is in line with a myth and legend passed down from ancient generations in southern Xinjiang.

The dog god roared, as a warning, indicating that there would be calamity in the clan, and the dog god whispered, which was the arrival of the witch god, and the entire ancient witch clan would reproduce the glory of the ancient era.

In the witch clan, the witch god is a myth in the myth, is the god of the entire witch clan in the legend, before the witch clan was destroyed and divided, each generation of witch maidens was just a candidate chosen by the clan to serve the witch god.

Today's dog god whispers to confirm the ancient legend that the real witch god will reappear in the world after the death of the ancients?

At this moment, the great priest knelt down, and all the Miao people in Qilitong also fell to the ground and bowed to the unknown place in the sky.

And the sound of the dog god stone carving "woo" is endless for a long time, lingering on every land in Qilitong, stirring everyone's hearts.

And this kind of scene of people kneeling down was staged in many regions of southern Xinjiang at this time.

For example, in a mysterious valley where the Li people, who belong to one of the southern ones with the Miao people, a statue of the bear god also gave birth to a vision, and the Li people were also under the leadership of the patriarch, kneeling on the ground, extremely pious, and chanting the blessing of the witch god in their mouths.

As for the other legendary extinct tribes, there are also clansmen who remain, but the scale is much smaller, and they are very excited, with tears under the gods worshiped by their respective clans, bowing and praying for the manifestation of the witch god.

In the depths of the 100,000 mountains, at the entrance of the Ancient Cave of Demon Suppression, the wind is howling, and a statue of a woman stands quietly here for thousands of years.

And in the wind, there was a faint voice of a woman who was like nothing, extremely ethereal, as if she was relieved.

"Linglong's sin deserves death, and there is the expectation of the people, who are willing to be punished by the gods, fall into the Nine Hells, and never be reborn!"

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Incense Valley, Xuanhuo Altar!

At this moment, the Xuanhuo altar was filled with heat, a piece of fiery red, and on the ground, the finger-thick nicks were bent and bent, with different shades, forming eight pairs of fierce god patterns the size of a few feet.

These patterns are the eight desolate fierce gods in the ancient legends of southern Xinjiang, all of them are eerie and terrifying, with sharp teeth and claws, feeding on people, extremely hideous and terrifying.

On weekdays, these patterns are dull, as if they were just the most ordinary carvings, without any supernatural wonders.

However, at this moment, the brilliance on these eight carved pictures flowed, and one by one the fierce gods seemed to come to life, and the fierce light in their eyes was fierce, and even the entire Xuanhuo Altar was instantly filled with a fierce aura.

And Shangguan Ce, the No. 2 person in the Incense Valley who has been guarding here all the year round, naturally discovered the abnormality as soon as possible.

Originally, he thought that there was an invasion of foreign enemies, and the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array here was automatically activated, but in the end, he found that it was completely different from what he thought, and the Eight Desolation Fierce God Pattern on the Xuanhuo Altar was completely inexplicably activated.

This matter is strange, and at this moment, Shangguan Ce stared at the Xuanhuo Altar, frowning, and couldn't see the reason at all.

I also thought that the Xuanhuo Altar was originally an important place of the Ancient Wu Clan thousands of years ago, and after the destruction of the Ancient Wu Clan, it was occupied by the Incense Valley, and there must be other mysteries and secrets in it that they did not know.

Then Shangguan Ce sighed softly, left the Xuanhuo Altar, and quickly walked towards a secret place in the Incense Valley.

Among the 100,000 mountains, on the cliff at the end of the Black Forest, Xu Zifan was surrounded by vast magical power at this moment, and he couldn't imagine that he was just experimenting with the method of condensing magic power in the Heaven and Earth Blood Curse, which made the major forces in Southern Xinjiang feel it.

And as he cultivated the witchcraft of this world with the extremely pure magic power condensed by the Heaven and Earth Returning Blood Curse, he had a feeling that something was calling him from a certain direction, and this feeling became stronger and stronger as he deepened his cultivation of witchcraft.