When Zheng Zheng's figure appeared at the top of the steps, the haggard flower girls burst into excited cheers. Although they knew that Zheng Zheng was still alive, they were still worried after so long.

However, the flower girls soon discovered that Zheng Zheng did not go down the steps as abnormal, but after signaling, he turned around and walked to the center of the altar. It was only at this time that the flower girls came to their senses, and before they knew it, the young master had completed the feat of one hundred and eight steps and officially entered the core area. Their mood also became uneasy and expectant with Zheng Zheng's every subtle movement.

Zheng Zheng came to the front of the altar, looked at the tuta standing in front of him about twelve zhang high, took out three pillars of incense and lit it with joy, and then respectfully bowed three times.

After doing this, he looked at the altar attentively.

There was a roll of parchment, which, though it had been corroded by many years, lay there as quietly as new. In front of it, there is a human skull and a skull lid containing a bright lamp, which is faintly blue and enduring. In addition, there was a neatly stacked robe, a bone file with blue water lines on it, and a golden necklace of twelve skulls.

When a discerning person looks at it, he knows that this is a ritual utensil used by shamans.

With a pious heart, Zheng Zheng picked up the parchment roll and slowly opened it. It is full of ancient witch scripts, horizontal and distorted, strange and mysterious, as if pregnant with the infinite meaning of heaven and earth.

It's amazing, he feels as if he can understand these things, but it's so vague that he can't understand them at all. Although it is integrated into the blood of the Great Witch, there are still many mysteries that are beyond his current reach.

However, Zheng Zheng guessed that this should be a sacrificial text. It is used for reciting and singing during the worship of ancestral witches.

Putting down the sacrificial text, Zheng Zheng picked up the skeleton necklace again, these twelve necklaces worn with skeletons, along with the copper wires, were bright red, as if the bloody scene when the material was just removed, giving people a grudgeful, weird and creepy feeling. Similarly, on this skull necklace, Zheng Zheng felt an unusual power.

He turned his gaze back to the Bone File.

One side is carved with tiny witch scripts, and on the other side are several indescribable paintings, separated by thin strips of blue water. When you hold it in your hand, the weight is quite amazing, not much less than the gold triangular rod.

Zheng Zheng was a little shocked, what kind of bone is this?

It's so heavy!

Could it be that the Great Witch could not be taken off? Although he was very skeptical, he was not quite sure.

Zheng Zheng took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became firm, he had come to this point, what scruples did he have? What he respected was not the ancestor of the Three Qing Dynasty, nor was he cultivating the ancient demon law, and he was not taking the Xuanmen route......

He did not move immediately, but walked down from the altar, began to bathe and change clothes, clean his hands and burn incense, and fasted for three days, meditating and enlightening. Only then did he walk onto the altar from above, put on a water blue witch robe, wore a bronze hat of twelve witches, wore a skull necklace around his neck, and wrapped human skin around his waist. Light the agarwood with a bowl bone lid lamp, twelve red-headed candles, and then pick up the sacrificial text and start reading it aloud.

Ancient witch script, every word, every syllable, has its own supernatural powers.

Zheng Zheng was catchy, but the space began to change, the pearl flickered and dimmed, the air flow was four, and the wind roared and rolled unscrupulously there from nowhere. The flat ground thundered everywhere, and the palace shook everywhere......

The girls opened their eyes wide, looking at the visions of the heavens and the earth around them, their whole hearts were raised to their throats, and their palms were full of sweat. But Zheng Zheng's expression was very calm, and his voice became more and more excited, as if he was saying something, competing with the sky.

In the sky above Tuta, it eventually converged into a huge vortex.

In the end, several meteors flew from various distant star fields, passed through the layers of obstacles, entered the Barbarian Ancient Continent, sank into the underground river, and finally rushed out of the whirlpool, converged on the Tuta, and completely lit it up.

Although the light was still very dim, jumping like a fire, but it was like a soul all of a sudden, and Tuta was surrounded by blood-red and blue light, and an ancient, dark and desolate killing aura began to permeate constantly.

......

In the distant thirty-three days outside the star field, in the Taiqing Wonderland, a saint with a full moon on his head, gossip in a yellow robe, and a childish face suddenly opened his eyes, and in a groundbreaking light, the earth, water, wind and fire evolved, penetrating all the world.

"Who's collecting ancestral spirits?"

......

Qingweitian, Yuqingjing, another Dao saint, gently moved his fingers to calculate, then sighed and muttered: "Why bother." As he spoke, a banner appeared in the void behind him, and when he looked closely, it was a chaotic nothingness.

......

There is also a palace outside the sky, hundreds of beasts are running, surrounded by birds, there is a goddess, seventy changes a day, her face is not clear at all, her figure is also floating and twisted in the huge picture of mountains and rivers, the whole palace is full of sighing voices: "Is there another catastrophe?"

......

At the same time, in the countless vast and vast star fields, some are in the wilderness and desert, some are in the deep mountains and old forests, some are gathering places under the Flaming Mountain, and some are tens of thousands of meters deep underground; some are uncivilized barbarian tribes, and some are ancient ruins that have long been abandoned.

Or bow down, or lead people, and so on.

There are only a few tribes with sparse populations, and they burst into tears, tearing their clothes and scratching the soil, and screaming in tears: "The great gods are above, the witches are below, and today's totem tower appears in the sky, do you remember that we are almost extinct and abandoned? Ancestral gods, wake up quickly, quickly lead us to become rich and strong, and ...... from the glorious light that dominated the world in the present year."

Zheng Zheng didn't know all this.

When he read the memorial and began to fulfill the task of summoning the ancestral witch, a new and difficult and rugged road to recovery began. It is not for nothing that the ancient flood and famine, the reason why the witches were defeated and almost perished. The witches are arrogant, irritable, wanton, disrespectful to the heavens, do not worship ghosts and gods, and have always been descendants of the great god Pangu since ancient times, and finally attracted the anger of the people and summoned the disaster of extermination.

Now in the Star Field, the human race is in charge of heaven and earth and reincarnation, and the well-deserved overlord of the Three Realms will naturally not let the once dead opponent have the slightest sign of recovery. Moreover, after so many years of development, the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism have already controlled most of the creatures and resources in the thirty-three star domain, and the witches and demon clans are also struggling.

If Zheng Zheng's identity and whereabouts are exposed, what he will face next is probably endless encirclement and robbery, until his soul is destroyed.

It's a point of no return.

Whether he is voluntary or not, there is no turning back.

The starlight lit up in the tuta, and after flowing in a circle, a wisp of blue dots flew out, and finally entered Zheng Zheng's body. The next moment, he felt a twist and change in his lower body, and finally formed a monster with a human face, a snake body, blue skin, and red hair.