The geographical location of Beiju Luzhou is northern, affected by the cold current of the North Underworld, the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and the poisonous miasma is shrouded, not to mention ordinary people, even immortals who are not cultivated enough, do not dare to trespass.

Qingluan was a little uncomfortable when he arrived here, and his spirit was not as good as day by day.

The little bear is just the opposite, sweeping away the long-distance journey, the dragon spirit and tiger are fierce, but whenever he encounters a fierce beast and demon beast that does not have long eyes, it is a fierce beating, if it weren't for Shiji not allowing him to kill, his hands would have been red blood.

"Teacher, do you want to eat meat?"

Shi Ji glanced lightly at the disciple who was constantly tempting on the verge of death.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The bear rubbed his hands together and giggled.

Shi Ji moved his fingers and said, "When I see your senior brother, there will be no shortage of meat." ”

Shi Ji's temper is getting better and better, at least he has never touched a finger of his apprentice along the way.

Little Bear's fear of Shiji is increasing day by day, and his spirit and skin are always tense.

He knew that the teacher was saving for him......

The icy wind, the scorching poison, the smell of rot.

Evil gas, resentment, poisonous gas, mildew, and murderous gas, mixed together, only the spiritual energy is thin, and in such an environment, the Wu clan can survive.

Of course, there are the fierce beasts, even if the current fierce beasts are very weak, their talent for transforming the harsh environment is still extraordinary.

They eat meat, they eat evil, they take drugs, they eat resentment.

Shi Ji was thinking about the fate of the beast all the way.

Maybe here?

Can it be done later?

The results are all the same.

It's an endless loop.

In the early stage, they are useful, and in the later stage, they become devouring destroyers.

Nuwa Niangniang will destroy them again, maybe not Nuwa Niangniang will make a move, maybe not only Nuwa Niangniang will take action.

When the land of this continent becomes beautiful, this will be the land of the four wars, the witch clan, the demon clan, the human race, and the hundred tribes.

When a piece of carrion turns into a piece of fat, everyone wants to take a bite.

The first to be compressed into the living space must be the fierce beast, heaven and earth do not tolerate, everyone shouts to kill, there is no one behind them except her.

What can she do?

And what do you dare to do?

The cold wind ruffled her green silks, mixed with a few snowflakes.

Her eyes looked through the wind and miasma into the unknowable distance.

Shi Ji carried the primordial on her back, and the earth creaked under her feet.

The bear followed her, his feet creaking as well.

Little Bear stole a glance at Shi Ji and didn't dare to squeak.

He knew that the teacher was thinking about something, and he was not in a good mood.

He's learned to be good.

At least that's what he thinks.

"Squeak...... Squeak......"

The master and apprentice crossed the mountains and crossed the mountains and traveled all the way north.

The farther north you go, the colder it gets, and the more the earth freezes.

But there are many monsters.

The bear still likes to move his muscles.

But he didn't dare to take the initiative to cause trouble.

He felt like he was getting smarter.

"Ding......

The bear turned and ran!

He used to think that his teacher's piano was always so good.

But after entering Beiju Luzhou, this thought it was ruthlessly torn to pieces.

When you wake up, you suddenly forget everything, your mind goes blank, you don't know who you are, where you are, and where you're going...... It was a fear and uneasiness he had never experienced, no, he had already experienced it.

The teacher said to him, "It's okay, just get some sleep." ”

He only remembered that the teacher changed a lot of repertoire that night.

He's really fine.

When you revel in a beautiful melody, close your eyes, and find that the teacher is planting flowers, you watch the teacher digging the pit, and then the teacher laughs and grabs you, puts it in the pit, and buries the soil, you realize that you are the flower she wants to plant, what a terrifying discovery.

After two surprises, as soon as he heard the sound of the piano, he ran as far as he could.

......

"Little Bear!"

The teacher was calling him, and he knew that the teacher had finished playing.

He's getting smarter.

He came back and found that there was another person next to the teacher, no, it should be a witch, a witch he couldn't see.

This witch is dangerous, this is the instinct of a fierce beast.

"I've come here and seen Xiangliu Dawu. ”

The teacher spoke, and he didn't dare not listen.

"I've seen Xiangliu Dawu. ”

The slightly feminine-looking man nodded at him.

One line became three people.

"Xuanyu is okay?"

"It's fine. ”

"Who is in charge of the Wu clan now?"

"Xingtian. ”

......

Sang-ryu didn't smile, and he talked less than before.

Most of the time Shi Ji asked, he answered.

Shi Ji didn't ask much, but he also knew that Xiangliu was not far from here, and Shi Ji's whereabouts fell into the eyes of the sorcerers of Xiangliu a few months ago.

According to the description that was handed back, Xiang Liu preliminarily concluded that Shi Ji's identity was that the luthier was coming.

So he came in person, one to confirm his identity, and the other to greet Shi Ji.

Of course, if not, then ...... The people who come are unpredictable.

Xiangliu is the son of Wu Jumang, the ancestor of wood, and is good at using poison.

The environment of Beiju Luzhou is very helpful to him, and he definitely has great combat power here.

The arrival of Shi Ji brought joy to the Wu clan who were immersed in grief.

Wu's feelings are abundant and extreme, joy can be infinitely amplified, and sadness can also be infinitely magnified.

The fall of the ancestral witch is no different from the collapse of the sky for the Wu clan, and the collapse of Buzhou Mountain has caused their faith to collapse, and the collapse of faith is more terrible than death, especially for a race like the Wu clan, whose faith is supreme.

Therefore, co-workers are sinners in the eyes of the Wu people.

Co-workers themselves know this better than anyone else.

So the co-work is pathetic, and the Wu clan is also sad.

......

The dusty Jumang Temple was opened by the arrival of Shi Ji.

Countless young and old people gathered from all directions.

"The luthier is here?"

"The luthier is here!"

A pair of sad eyes lit up.

One by one, the moldy and depressed men walked out of the dark corners.

"The luthier is here!"

When they first heard about the luthiers, they were young......

"Do you know the "Green Sprouts" of the Green Seedlings Department? That's the name of a little witch. ”

"Do you know the "Mu Xue" of the Great Snow Department? That is the witch name of Mu Xue, the young patriarch of the Great Snow Department. ”

"Would you write your own witch name?"

"No, it won't. ”

"No, don't learn it quickly, the pianist is here, you can't write the name of the witch, and the witch god festival music of our Xiangliu Department will be gone. ”

At that time, they all grabbed stones and branches and wrote their witch names one by one, imagining that one day the luthier would come, and they would write to her, and the luthier liked children, and preferred children who could write witch names, which was known to the whole witch clan.

Lord Xingtian took a lot of little witches to catch up with the pianist thousands of miles away, and all the little witches wrote their own witch names in front of the pianist, and the pianist praised them and left them with "Big and Small Thunder Sounds" for their tribe.

"Master Qinshi is going to Buzhou Mountain to worship Father!"

"Why didn't she go in the teleportation circle?"

No one answered this question.

Until a hundred years later, until a hundred years later, the news of the arrival of the qin master in Buzhou Mountain came back, and the entire Wu clan was boiling, and the qin master walked for a hundred years, and she persisted for a hundred years, and she arrived.

At that moment, how many people burst into tears, and how many people burst into tears.

The news of the violinist kept coming back, "The violinist drank twelve witches!" the witches laughed.

"Master Qin entered the Twelve Inheritance Witch Hall and learned the Twelve Veins Witch Curse!" the witches were shocked.

"Master Qinshi watched the twelve main veins of the witch god sacrifice, it took more than ten years to redo the twelve chapters of the witch god sacrifice!"

When the news came back, all the young and old were overjoyed.

"The luthier is going to climb the mountain......"

They all looked quietly in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

The land of the Witch has never been quieter.

"Sacrifice!"

The sound of worship of the twelve ancestral witches came from the Pangu Temple.

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!"

In the entire land of the Wu clan, all the shamans, young and old, sacrificed to Pangu.

The powerhouses of the Three Realms sacrificed Pangu together, and they worshiped together.

It was the moment when the Wu clan was most united, and it was the moment when there was only one voice in heaven and earth.

"Pangu Sacrifice", that is a myth, a myth of heaven, earth and man sacrificing together.

The luthier, she is the creator of myths.

Shi Ji never imagined that today, thousands of years later, she would be received so ceremoniously by so many sorcerers.

A pair of sad eyes made her heart tremble, they were telling her, telling her about their despair, their sadness.

Her witch heart is trembling, she is sad, she has a witch heart, she told Di Jiang, she told the witch mother, she also let the dream mother and Hou Tu Niang say this, she has a witch heart, she has always had.

She also understood the reason why Hou Tu Niang asked her to go back to the Wu Clan to see.

They can't get out.

Grief overwhelmed them.

She should have come early.

When Xuanyu didn't look for her, she should have come.