"The upper is across the sky, the lower part covers the ground, the middle is vertical through the sky and the earth, people stand side by side, the world is called a witch, all witches, have the ability of slaves, beasts and birds, and move mountains and seas......"

The voice is hoarse but not lacking in vigor, ethereal but vivid, like crying, as if it is a call from ancient times, and as if it is a prayer to God. Vaguely, the wind is up, the fog cage is coming, and the clouds are flying; in the dark, with this unhurried chanting, the surrounding heaven and earth qi slowly converge, showing a thousand threads of entanglement, if there is nothing, it is impossible to see clearly, and it is impossible to feel through.

"Sacrifice!" the axe flashed, and several sacrificial brute beasts were already in different places, gurgling blood, and merged into one place, which was an altar. The altar is square, about nine zhang square, a sacrificial flag stands in the center, the flag pillar is purple and black all over, engraved with complicated runes, winding and winding. The sacrificial flag seems to be some kind of animal skin, but also full of runes, strong and powerful, the runes are linked, faintly depicting a brute beast, roaring in the sky, waving the claws of the beast angrily, majestic, unstoppable, as if to tear the world apart. Take a closer look at this beast, it is the spirit of sacrifice here, and it is also the sacred guardian of the barbarians of the tribe here - the sky-killing marten. Killing the sky and the sable, the sable killing the sky, this holy beast, born at the beginning of the famine, the beginning of the civilization of heaven and earth, with different skills, can fight with the gods, can fight with the devil.

As the blood of the brute beast slowly gathered, the blood qi of the entire altar rose, and the outline of the brute beast that had just been killed loomed in the blood, and pounced on the sacrificial flag. In an instant, the wind was blowing, sweeping the remnant clouds, black and oppressive, dark, frightening and depressing. The sacrificial flag fluttered in the wind, the hunting sounded, and the runes of the sable flashed on it, as if it had been reborn.

"Squeak....... Roar ......."

The blood and qi of the sacrificial flag were gathered and diffused on the dozens of eight or nine-year-old children above the sacrificial flag. Feng Fan is also among them, wrapped tightly in animal skin, but he still looks very thin, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his aura is lofty, at a glance, he is a little out of place with this rough and wild Nanban, and even the other female barbarians around him are stronger than him, like a beautiful son. Looking closely, the eyes of this thing were rolling around, and he glanced back at the witch sacrifice here, and the corners of his mouth curled: "I just said it's useless, you old man has to come to Lao Tzu." No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a beautiful son, no matter how you look at it, you look like a ruffian and hooligan two bastards. Feng Fan is indeed not a native of the Southern Barbarians, five years ago was brought back from the barbarian by the tribe's witch sacrifice Wuqiu, since he was a child, he was frail and sick, and he stole chickens and dogs every day, which is a well-known tribe, and he is the leader. The physique is not good but the brain is really not bad, well-read and strong, although I don't know why I can't cultivate barbarism, but these years with Wuqiu, I have also learned a lot of skills, know herbs and medicines, treat diseases and save injuries, although naughty, but also quite popular with the tribe, where there is a style, where there must be a lot of excitement.

Nanban is located in the southernmost part of the Xuan Domain, covered by mist all the year round, the mountains are stacked, the trees are luxuriant, there are fierce beasts and birds from time to time, and poisonous insects and diseases are raging. Natural selection has created the fierce and rough style of Nanban. The barbarians have been strong and healthy since childhood, and their strength can carry the crown, and the cultivation of brute qi in the day after tomorrow has made the barbarians full of blood and energy, and their combat power is incomparable. This is also often said to cultivate barbarians, all the barbarians who cultivate brute qi are collectively called war barbarians, since the cultivation of barbarian condensation began to be barbarians, condensation qi gathered veins for barbarians, and extended veins for barbarian masters...... Legend has it that the highest cultivation to the realm of Dacheng Barbarian God can be extraordinary, and live the same life as heaven and earth. Of course, legends are legends after all, except for the strongest barbarians in the Chifeng Department of the tribe here, the Barbarian Mountain Extension Vein Confluence, and the achievement of the Barbarian Master Realm, no one in the tribe has stepped into the Barbarian Master Realm. Each major realm of war is subdivided into primary, intermediate, and high-level, and only when the realm is perfected can it be broken through. It is precisely because of this that the tribesmen who advocate war and martial arts elected Manshan as the leader of the tribe.

And there are also people among the barbarians who do not cultivate war barbarians, but cultivate barbarian thoughts, and can pray for the barbarians to drive away disasters and heal their wounds and enlighten their souls. Of course, if you cultivate to a strong place, you can also strengthen yourself and fight against the enemy. This kind of barbarians are called witch sacrifices, each witch sacrifice is one in a thousand or even one in a thousand, they have been selected by the Nanban Witch Temple since childhood, accept the inheritance, cultivate something, will return to their own tribe, after leaving the temple will be named Wu as the surname, widely respected by the barbarians. Wuqiu is the witch sacrifice of the Chifeng Department, and the sacrifice just now is for the barbarian child of the Chifeng Department. Legend has it that the people of the Southern Barbarians are all blessed by the witch god, and each barbarian has a barbarian spirit bloodline in his body, and the enlightenment spirit is to stimulate the body body, the potential witch god to bless, awaken the dusty bloodline, and slowly comprehend the supernatural power on the road of cultivating barbarians in the future. But all the barbarians after the condensation, must carry out the enlightenment, only the success of the enlightenment, there is the capital of gathering qi and condensing the veins, the method of enlightenment is not the same, the witch sacrifice enlightenment is more common, the success rate is also relatively high a way. The successful barbarian boy will be given high hopes by the tribe, carry the glory of the witch god, and become the guardian of the tribe.

At this time, Feng Fan, who was blinking his eyes, did not belong to this list, but the love of the witch sacrifice and the protection of the clansmen, he was reluctantly pushed onto the altar, hoping to use the power of the blood of this sacrifice to make Feng Fan's seemingly weak little body stronger. However, Feng Fan is obviously not so into the play, the sacrificial spirit connected by the flickering runes on this sacrificial flag is so godly? It is so powerful? Why does it look like a white-haired big mouse, wow, is this big mouse male or female?

With the passage of time, the power of the Chifeng Tribe's sacrificial flags has become weaker and weaker, and the bloodlines of the clansmen have become thinner and thinner, so that the witch sacrifice has become more and more difficult. But this time, Qiling Wuqiu always felt different, and it felt different from before, but it couldn't say what was different. As the blood continued to envelop the altar, Feng Fan only felt that the big rat on the sacrificial flag was staring at himself with soybean eyes and was competing with himself, if you are alive, Lao Tzu will pluck out your hair, brush it with oil, and roast it. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but smash my mouth, licked my lips with my tongue, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Suddenly, this barbecue big white hair actually pounced on him, I was obedient, Feng Fan only felt that this white hair was alive, and he was so frightened that his soul was rising, his chest was hot, his eyes were black, his legs were kicked, and he was already unconscious.

At the moment when Feng Fan fainted, clusters of blood rose one after another on the barbarian boy beside Feng Fan, and there were divine birds with wings ready to fly, sword tigers who stepped on mountains and roared, wolves that were expected to roar in the moon, green pythons chasing clouds and moons, and turtles walking against the waves...... Wu Qiu's cloudy eyes, staring motionlessly at the sacrificial flag that had already dimmed, this was incredible, it was simply incredible. More than twenty barbarian children actually succeeded in enlightening the spirit, and looking at the level of this enlightening barbarian beast was unprecedented. In the cheers of the clansmen, he slowly helped Feng Fan who had fainted, and sighed slightly, "This stinky boy", but Wu Qiu did not notice the rising blood beast, and they all looked at Feng Fan faintly, with pious surrender and uneasy fear.......

Looking at Feng Fan lying on the bed, his pretty face was pale, and his brows were tightly locked, Wu Qiu couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart, he knew the experience of this child very well over the years. Recalling six years ago, on the night of the wind and rain, one of the ten swords of the Xuanyu Domain, the dustless sword, one of the ten swords of the Xuanyu - the wind white, the white clothes, the white clothes, have been stained with blood, and the fast sword is dustless, and it has long been broken, like a dead leaf swaying in the wind, which may float down at any time, and stumbling to entrust the baby in the swaddling clothes to himself. Since the early years of friendship, Wuqiu has never seen such an embarrassment in white clothes, the boy in white back then, high-spirited, Top Gun, a dustless sword in one hand, the sword is pointed to, invincible, for the worldly genius, smiling proud of Zhongzhou, is considered to be the most promising to break through Xuanzong before the age of thirty A generation of young heroes. sassy and elegant heroic posture, how many red faces have been drunk, and how many beauties have been dumped. This goodbye, but the temples cover the wind and frost, the vicissitudes of life, and the past is no more. In a hurry, he handed over the baby in his arms to himself, left a few words of entrustment, had no time to talk in detail, and disappeared into the vast night in a hurry. Looking at the afterimage in the distance, the witch priest could feel the trembling body, the reluctance and sadness of the child, even so, the righteousness of still leaving without hesitation, and the forbearance and perseverance of the wind white clothes, although it was so embarrassing, but the witch priest felt that the domineering dustless white clothes were still there......

Bai Yi left in such a hurry, leaving the child with only an unknown piece of intimate jade ornament, which looked like a sparkling thing, not an ordinary thing. The child is named Fengfan, hoping that he will be as free and free as the wind, and his life will be dull, perhaps a helplessness, or an inexplicable expectation. The "Prison Cave Lock Vein" Witch Sacrifice doesn't know what Bai Yi and Feng Fan have experienced, but only knows Feng Fan from Bai Yi "Prison Cave Lock Vein", as the name suggests, but where you cultivate, whether it is a barbarian cultivating barbarian or a barbarian Zhongzhou, the root of it is to practice acupoints and forge veins, and get rid of your own body. The "Prison Acupoint Lock Vein" is a congenital stubborn disease that self-encloses one's own acupoints and bloodlines, or the acupoints and bloodlines are sealed by force, which is usually not solved by human beings and cannot be cultivated. When Bai Yi left, he left a few words: "When the child grows up, everything will go naturally, don't force it, if you haven't returned for ten years, let Feng Fan go to the Feng family in Zhongzhou, Xuanyu, recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors, and protect your glory." It is also because of this that he hastily ended his Zhongzhou experience and quietly sneaked back to Nanban with Fengfan.

Looking at Feng Fan, Wu Qiu inevitably felt gloomy in his heart, and these years can be regarded as smooth sailing. He has always regarded Fengfan as his own, this child seems to be debauched, but he is young and more troublesome, and his mind is precocious than his peers. In front of him, he always looks like he doesn't care, does he really not care? Feng Fan has never asked about his life experience, and he has never kept silent about it. Touching Feng Fan's forehead, watching him breathe slowly and comfortably, there was no big problem, Wu Qiu tidied up the quilt covering Feng Fan's body. I turned around and went out of the house, found a few herbs, and stewed them.

Smelling the familiar smell of medicine, Feng Fan woke up slowly, and it was inevitable that he was a little stunned in his heart, or failed, of course, this was expected by himself. touched the "Xuanyu Tongzhi" placed next to the pillow, and slowly closed his eyes. "Xuanyu is divided into five points, there is the northern frontier, the cold world is frozen, there is the southern barbarian, the miasma is poisonous and the beast is fierce, there is the Western Desert on the left, the wind is cold and the sand is crazy, there is the East China Sea on the right, the waves are urging the tide, Zhongzhou is in the middle, the soil is fertile and fertile, and the people are outstanding and spiritual......" Tongzhi tells the strange things in various parts of the Xuanyu Continent, heroes and heroes, sword dance in the sky, sword shadow shakes Yue, fist town rivers and seas, stepping on mountains and rivers is not majestic, Fengfan is often immersed in this, as if he has turned into an omnipotent god of war, invincible, indestructible, but it is a pity that there is Lingyunzhi in his heart, but he is half-crippled.

"Wait, wait, wait, how can there be a big white hair in such a beautiful picture?" It's so abrupt, so eye-catching, the reason why it's abrupt is that Feng Fan feels that the existence of this mouse is too inconsistent with the sassy and heroic picture he imagined, the reason why it's eye-catching, you look at it yourself, look at the white hair staring at the thief's eyebrows, look at that look, contempt, disdain, mockery, sarcasm, it's just that aunt can't bear it, no, this time it's the aunt who probably can't bear it. Isn't this the one on the sacrificial flag that stares at me with big eyes and is roasted and oiled by my imagination......