Jumang Temple, is the ancestor of the spring god wood Wu Jumang's temple, after the Jumang Temple was moved to Beiju Luzhou by Houtu, it was inherited by the great witch Xiangliu, but Xiangliu has only come in once, and today is the second time to open.

Accompanied by Xiangliu and a group of shamans, Shi Ji walked into the temple of Jumang, dust, fallen leaves, and withered vines hanging from the top of his head, everything was withered and yellow, and there was no life at all, the wood god fell, the god of spring died, and the descendants of Xiangliu and the descendants of Jumang lost their gods.

and their hearts are as barren as this temple.

Shi Ji sighed slightly, two green witches formed in her left and right eyes, and she gently opened her mouth and spit out two words: "Sentence...... Mang ......"

Dawen flew out of her eyes, fell under her feet, hung above her head, the green Dawen turned, the temple recovered, the fallen leaves returned to dust, the dead vines turned green, the gentle wind, the fine rain, the tender green ivy swayed gently in the wind, the green leaves wet by the spring rain were even greener, the ground was wet, moist and fertile, full of the smell of earth, as if you could still hear the sound of seeds sprouting in the soil.

The old man's lips trembled violently, the tears of the women could not stop flowing, the noses of the men were sour, the children's eyes were wide with curiosity, and the bold little ones stretched out their little hands to touch the green vines hanging in front of them.

The world turned green and moistened, their eyes became brighter and brighter, their eyebrows slowly curved, their mouths pulled apart to the sides little by little, exclamations, laughter, and the first came the natural laughter of children.

Xiang Liu's mouth tightened even tighter, like countless men, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he kept it in his heart.

The adults didn't speak, only the babbling and chuckling of the children.

Everything seems to be different.

Green, vibrant, energetic, laughter.

Everything is different!

Shi Ji walked to the rattan steps, untied the piano, and looked at her with a pair of eyes, she sat on the rattan steps, plucking the strings.

The gentle wind groans, the thin rain sings, the spring singing, the spring ploughing singing.

Seeds sprout one by one, and ivy blossoms one after another......

A green aura slowly rose, and the countless plants and trees in the temple spit out essence, and a little green glow gathered towards the aura.

"Wood God Sacrifice!"

Xiangliu's lips moved slightly.

The old man's lips trembled even more, and the corners of his eyes slowly moistened, all of which were cloudy tears.

Shi Ji played one of the twelve movements of the "Spring God Sacrifice", she closed her eyes, each string plucked the law of the sentence in the depths of the earth, the ancestor of the wood Wu Ju Mang died and returned to heaven and earth, not empty words, not only Ju Mang, the rest of the ancestor witch, the big witch, the heavenly witch, the earth witch, and even the little witch, they will return to heaven and earth when they die, but it is not their soul that returns to heaven and earth, but their law, Ju Mang's body dies and returns to the earth, and his wood lord god law is still one of the twelve main laws of the earth.

Jumang's law of the wood god, the law of the golden god of harvesting, the law of the fire god of Zhurong, and the law of the earth god of Houtu...... Thirteen ancestral witches, thirteen main god laws, if Candle Jiuyin is also dead, except for the water god Gonggong is still in charge of the water god law, the other twelve vein main god laws have returned to heaven and earth.

The law of the son under the law of the main god also has seven veins returning to his father's side, and the rest of the laws have returned to the earth in countless numbers.

There are only a few great witches alive.

Spring God Sacrifice, Wood God Blessing!

The green light rained down on each witch's head, face, palm, and they all closed their eyes comfortably, enjoying the gift of the Father, like the Father's gentle caressing.

Peace of mind, warmth.

God the Father is always there, always watching over them.

Shi Ji didn't say a word, from walking into the Xiangliu Department into the Jumang Temple, she didn't say a word, she sat on the ivy green steps, everyone else was standing, standing in front of her, behind him was the god seat, the green god seat, the god seat had no owner, she turned around, she didn't know Ju Mang, but she had seen his real body, the battle of the ancestral witch's true body, both times in Buzhou Mountain, the first time Ju Mang was seriously injured, and the second time Ju Mang fell.

She inherited the Wuwen Witch Spell in the Ancestral Witch Inheritance Witch Hall under the Buzhou Mountain, she looked at the true body of the Ancestral Witch in his combat state and understood the true meaning of the sentence, her Wuwen Witch Spell is already unknowable, her combat skills may not be as good as the Great Witch, but her Wuwen Witch Spell attainment is definitely beyond the imagination of all the Great Witches, she has already mastered the Twelve Veins of Witch Witch Spells, and her love for the Witch Witch Spell is also beyond her own imagination, and her efforts on the Witch Witch Spell are more than the sum of other spells.

In fact, her piano path was only half opened, and the upward half was opened, and downward, she had been hesitating.

Her witch heart has always been hanging, unable to fall or touch the ground.

Wu Le has not been included in the piano path by her, and she has too many concerns.

The conflict between the Heavenly Dao and the Underground Dao, the withering of the Lich Era, the advantages and disadvantages of the ancient Dao and the present Dao, whether her Qin Dao has been going up, or turning back and opening up a section downward, going forward, or going backward.

She is known as the Tiandi qinist, in fact, she has always been the qinist under the heavens, as for why the earth admits it, it is because of the "Pangu Sacrifice", the twelve ancestors recognized her, and the earth lady recognized her.

From the opening to the expansion of her piano path, she has abandoned witch music and witch charms, which she has intentionally or unintentionally done.

There's so much uncertainty, so much to figure out.

So she never looked at the black mist at the feet of the entrance primordial god, she flew into the infinite light above her head, broke through the entrance and went out of the sky.

She chose the way of heaven.

The tunnel has always been under her feet.

Her witch heart has always been yearning.

She chose to ignore her desires.

Emotion and reason, she chose reason.

Today, emotions prevail.

Maybe...... It's okay to look back.

"Bang bang...... Bang bang ......"

She hadn't felt such a heartbeat for a long time, her blood, her emotions, Wu, she liked this feeling, she was no longer an immortal, no longer a Da Luo Jin Immortal, but just an ordinary Wu with a strong witch heart.

Don't be suppressed, Wu doesn't need to be suppressed, Wu's feelings are unrestrained, and Wu music is also unrestrained.

"Bang ......"

Shi Ji's hand couldn't help but pluck the strings, and the free and unrestrained sound of the piano was like a great river rushing, like the roar of ten thousand beasts, like the collapse of heaven and earth, like the sun and the moon retrograde...... Everything is broken, everything is broken, everything is destroyed, it doesn't matter, as long as I'm happy......

Countless hearts that have been silent for a long time outside the hall are feverish, their heartbeats are powerful, their bodies are congested, Wu has a spirit, the gray that has been pent up in his heart for a long time does not vomit or be unhappy, his feet, he can't help but lift up, and then step on it hard, his head slowly raises his head, his mouth slowly opens, roaring, roaring, raising his hands, pausing his feet, this is the witch, the unruly witch, the unrestrained witch.

"Wine!"

I don't know who shouted.

"Yes, wine, the luthier is here, how can there be no wine!"

"Hahaha......"

Xiang Ryu is an emotionally introverted man, taciturn and unsmiling.

He has seen familiar faces more wanton, more heroic, and there is a smile in his eyes.

He walked out of the temple, and he had a lot of good wine.

On this day and night, the bonfire of the Xiangliu tribe burned the sky.

Drink wine in large bowls, eat meat in large pieces, or hug your head and cry, or laugh out loud, cry and laugh, laugh and cry.

This is what the bear saw when he came back from hiding the piano, and the bear looked pity.

Poor fellow, all driven crazy by the teacher.

Or am I smart!

The bear slipped into the temple.

Shi Ji was talking to Xiang Liu with a wine bowl, and when he saw the little bear, Shi Ji said, "Don't you want to eat meat?"

"...... is he," an old witch asked.

"My disciple. Shi Ji replied.

"Hurry up and carry the meat for the piano master's disciples!" the old witch shouted at the top of his voice.

"Coming soon!"

Outside the hall, there was a strong and rugged voice of a man.

The old witch pulled the bear and said enthusiastically: "Young man, our Dangkang taste absolutely good, I guarantee that you want to eat the second one after eating one......"

Little Bear's eyes were disgusted, so he wanted to push away the old witch and withdraw his hand, his scalp was cold, and he looked up smartly, and saw the teacher's cold gaze, Little Bear hurriedly grabbed the old witch's hand, smiled and nodded.

The bear grinned, he was so witty and smart.

Two young men came in carrying a golden-roasted Dangkang.

The bear couldn't take his eyes off.

"Young man, eat with your belly open, enough meat!" said the old witch grinning and patting the bear.

Little Bear looked at Shiji.

"Go eat. ”

Xiao Xiong grabbed the knife and walked towards Dangkang on the Hengchen Mu case very ferociously, the momentum was very much like a butcher.

It looked like he was going to kill Dangkang again.

"Your disciple is very special. ”

Sangyanagi commented.

"Is there a special Xuanyu?" asked Shi Ji.

Sang-ryu was asked, but also smiled.

"Which tribe are you going to next?"

Shi Ji took a sip of wine and said, "I want to go and see, but I still want to go to the Xuanming tribe first, by the way, has Xuanyu inherited the Rain Temple?"

Xiangliu sighed and said, "You better ask him yourself." ”

Shi Ji glanced at Xiangliu and said, "He didn't establish his own tribe?"

"Nope. ”

“...... It's good. ”

Xiangliu looked at Shi Ji and said, "I still hope that you will go to the Gonggong tribe first." ”

Shi Ji looked at his own reflection in the wine bowl and frowned, and said, "The situation is very bad?"

Sangyu nodded.

"Then go to the Gonggong tribe first, you send someone to inform my unlucky apprentice, just say that his teacher is here, don't come to see him, be careful that I beat him!"

Sang-ryu laughed again, he nodded and said, "Okay!"

The luthier who overpowered their eleven witches is here!

Everything is different!

She is amazing, he has seen it, and he has also looked up to her demeanor.