"To the south of China, the jungle is reckless, it is a wild place in ancient times, and the hometown of the remnants of Li. , nbE, the green mountains are majestic, the landform of the dragon, the shadows of the trees, the splendid rivers and mountains. Yu Xinglin, only see verdant. I can't see the sky, I can't see the mountains, snakes, beasts, and scorpions, and I can't see them. Although he travels hundreds of miles a day and goes out for several months, there are dozens of people in the same company, and there is not one in ten. I haven't tasted a spot of a leopard, and I ......"

——Excerpt from Yi Languo's "Xu's Travels"

The vast and boundless jungle of the Southern Wilderness has always been a wild and dangerous place, except for some cultivators with unique skills, it is difficult for mortals to set foot in it.

In such a treacherous primeval jungle, there lives a group of Li relics who are unknown to the world.

The remnant sun is still attached to this piece of land, tired birds are flying, and the red light in the sky is returning to the nest one after another, and the jungle has lit a bonfire, and the bonfire is blazing, reflecting the amazing appearance of Liu Meng's pity for the fish and the geese.

Liu Mengpian looked at the bonfire in front of her and was stunned, the firelight, she seemed to see a simple young man she met by chance in the same dense forest.

A young tribal warrior, with mottled paint on his face and holding a crude spear bound with sharp stone chips, walked up to Liu Menglian, clasped his right fist in front of his left chest, and said respectfully: "Lord Wuhou, the high priest invites you to come over." ”

Seeing that Liu Menglian was just stunned, the young warrior had to raise his voice slightly and repeated: "Lord Wuhou, the Great Priest invites you to come over." ”

Liu Menglian finally came back to her senses, looked at the young man in front of her, nodded lightly and said, "I know, Moba, you go down first." Moba bowed and retreated.

The campfire is surrounded by sparsely populated houses, which are quite basic. The houses here are first made of pieces of wood to form a cone-shaped frame, and then laid with small branches on the shelves, so they are also called "spires".

The "spire" where the high priest lives is the largest of all the houses.

Liu Menglian looked a little haggard, looked in the direction where the spire of the great sacrifice was located, and stood up with a strong spirit. At this time, a young man who was full of amazing explosive power walked towards this side from afar, the person who came had starry eyes and a well-proportioned body, and was as strong as a leopard.

Liu Rushui smiled and said to Liu Menglian: "Sister, are you thinking about Wei Jing's sting again?"

Liu Meng smiled pitifully and said softly: "Brother, you are making fun of me again." The high priest asked me to go over, and I went first. ”

"Well, go ahead. Liu Rushui watched her sister walk away, and then shook her head and said: "Sister, you think about Wei Jingzhen all day long, do you think that the eldest brother can't see it? Wei Jingjing is really small, there has been no news at all for more than two years!"

Liu Rushui looked up at the night sky and sighed: "Uncle Wei, where are you now? My mother and I have played out the banner of the Wumen, if you don't come back, I'm afraid that the Dao and Demon Gates will attack us." "Facing the days after Wumen, even if it is as strong as willow and water, I can't help but sigh.

At the beginning of the Dao Peak, Wei Cangqiong asked Lan Wan'er to flee to the south with Xin Rushui. The two came to this wild jungle according to their words, and when they met Liu Menglian, Liu Menglian had already met Li Remnants in the jungle. After Xin Rushui and Liu Menglian recognized each other, they changed their name to Liu Rushui and lived in this tribe with Lan Wan'er.

Liu Menglian came to the largest spire: "Respected Great Priest, Menglian is here." ”

The spire was spacious, and in the center was a large wooden table with a snake oil lamp next to an ancient bamboo slip and a few low wooden piers beside the table. The High Priest sat on a large chaise longue at the table.

"Witch Queen, please be seated. "The High Priest was a short old man with almost all his beard and hair, a wrinkled old face with high cheekbones, only a few sparse yellow teeth left in his mouth, a swarthy staff taller than him in his left hand, and the deep-set eyes on his face flashed with a green glow from time to time.

After seeing Liu Menglian sitting down on the wooden pier, the high priest's right hand trembled on his left chest, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Lord Wuhou, can you lend me the holy weapon of our Li clan again?"

Liu Menglian let out a "hmm", took off the swarthy necklace around his neck, and handed it to the trembling palm of the high priest.

Liu Menglian couldn't have imagined that the necklace that Uncle Wei gave him would actually be the "holy weapon" of the Li family. Thinking that these Li relics worshiped themselves as "witch queens" with only this necklace, Liu Menglian always felt that the people of this tribe were too child's play.

The high priest held the staff in the crook of his left arm, held the necklace in front of him with both hands, and looked carefully and looked at it again, and his green eyes radiated a terrifying look.

To be honest, Liu Menglian has a heartfelt fear of this strange high sacrifice. Not only Liu Menglian, but even Liu Rushui, and even Lan Wan'er, who had survived a catastrophe, felt an involuntary tremor in her heart when facing this mysterious Li Wu clan great sacrifice.

The high priest put the necklace close to his furrowed face, rubbed it gently, and whispered as if to a lover: "Ancestors, your unscrupulous grandchildren who have been left in the world have finally recovered the holy weapon of the Wu clan...... "The green eyes seemed to be a little gloomy, and Liu Menglian felt that the high priest was afraid of tears.

Stretching out trembling hands, the high priest returned the necklace to Liu Menglian, and asked slowly, "Lord Wuhou, do you remember what I once told you?"

"Yes. Meng Lian looked down at the snake oil lamp on the table. She was really a little frightened to look at the eyes of the high priest, and said, "Respected high priest, you once told me that because I am a warrior chosen by the ancestors of the Li Wu clan, the holy weapon will appear on my body. ”

The high priest nodded his head tremblingly, and that weak look made Liu Menglian can't help but wonder if he would nod his head away.

The High Priest continued to say hoarsely: "Lord Wuhou, since you are the warrior chosen by the ancestors of the Li Wu Clan, as the Great Priest of the Wu Clan, it is necessary for me to tell you some things that have been passed down from generation to generation. ”

Liu Menglian couldn't help but feel a little surprised, she had lived in this tribe for more than two years, what mysterious thing couldn't be said before, and she couldn't say it until now?

The high priest slowly stood up from the big chaise longue with his staff on his staff, and said in a hoarse voice slowly but affectionately: "Lord Wuhou, you have learned the 'Li Da Witch Spell' of our Wu Clan, and it can be regarded as a part of our Wu Clan, so I should also tell you some things about our Wu Clan." Our Wu clan originated from Pangu and has an ancient and glorious history, although it once declined after the twelve ancestors, but in the infinite years, there has also been a great ancestor. This great ancestor is the origin of our Li Yi line......"

"The names of the ancestors are Chiyou, Miaoxu, Dongche, Kongwu, Jinba, Yangzha, Gelu, Qionglu, and Zhonggeng. It was the ancestor who created the Wu clan's cultivation practice 'Li Da Wu Mantra', and each ancestor has his own unique method, which is recorded in our Wu clan's holy weapon ......"

When Liu Menglian heard this, she couldn't help but stroke the necklace around her neck, she didn't expect this necklace to have such a big origin.

"Lord Witch," the High Priest continued to stroke the swarthy staff in his hand, and continued, "The magic of the ancestor sealed in the holy weapon, I hope you can find a way to learn the hand as soon as possible, I didn't tell you about these things before, I thought there was still time, but now it seems that my time is probably running out......"

Liu Meng was taken aback, her beautiful big eyes looked at the hands of the high priest - she still didn't dare to look at the green eyes of the high priest, and said, "Respected high priest, what do you mean ......"

The high priest cleared his hoarse throat, and his shriveled mouth opened one by one: "It won't be long before there will be a big, big opportunity, and in order to get this opportunity, many people will die at that time, and many people who want to stay out of it will inevitably be involved." Witch Queen, I hope that you will soon find a way to unlock the seal on the holy artifact and fully learn the magic of your ancestors. ”

Liu Menglian hurriedly asked, "Honorable High Priest, may I ask what the opportunity you are talking about, how can I unlock the seal on the holy weapon?"

The high priest sat down again, and even his hands were trembling in the body of the old man of the wind candle: "Lord Wu, it's a matter of heaven, please forgive me for not being able to perceive too much, I have told you everything I know." I don't know how to break the seal. ”

Liu Menglian said again: "Then may I ask the honorable priest, what do you mean by not having time?"

The Great Priest's eyes lit up, he smiled dryly, and said, "Lord Witch, you will soon find out. ”

In the Wu tribe, a huge bonfire is surrounded by a sparse spire, and from time to time the children of the tribe add firewood to the bonfire. Liu Rushui sat cross-legged by the bonfire at this time, concentrating on cultivating the magic of the witch gate.

Moba, a tribal warrior with mottled paint on his face and a stone spear in his hand, walked over and sat down next to the campfire: "Elder Liu......" Moba stopped talking.

Liu Rushui stopped cultivating and looked at Moba. Because everyone is the same age, and Liu Rushui admires Moba's simplicity and integrity, his relationship with Moba is very good, just like the relationship with the honest Lei Luo at the beginning.

"Moba, is there anything wrong with you?" asked Liu Rushui as he reached out and touched the bonfire, making the flames a little bigger.

Moba clenched the crude spear in his hand and said worriedly, "Elder Liu, Moba has a very bad premonition that something might happen tonight. ”

Liu Rushui patted Moba on the shoulder and comforted: "Moba, don't think too much, we live in this jungle, what bad things can happen? ”

Moba still looked at Liu Rushui's eyes with a worried expression, and said seriously: "No, Elder Liu, Moba has been listening to the teachings of the Great Sacrifice since he was a child, and his intuition has always been very accurate. Elder Liu, I'm afraid something is really going to happen tonight, please be sure to protect the clansmen. ”

Seeing that Moba said so solemnly, Liu Rushui also replied in the same solemn tone: "Moba, don't worry, I am also a member of the Wu Clan. ”

The dense jungle was like many wild beasts with teeth and claws, dancing with the night wind and shaking their sharp claws, and a figure surrounded by black gas tore down many trees along the way with the devastation of decay.

"What? Hmph, Hmph, Zhang Tianwang, you're so annoying! Well, okay, be a little more restrained, hmph, you're quite careful, I'm afraid you'll scare your sweetheart! Hmph, hmph. The demon god Shiva hummed and chirped to himself, gathered his demonic energy, and swept towards the only light in the reckless jungle.

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