The old man was excited for a moment, then slowly calmed down, he raised his hand to beckon the tall guard behind him to step forward, and whispered a few words, and the tribal warrior answered, and hurriedly retreated.

The man was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Tu Qi, you and other tribes are the remnants of the world, one of the few descendants of Miao Yi, in order to wake up the people in the coffin, the only remaining bit of blood is exhausted, even if he is the ancestor of your tribe for generations, is it worth exchanging the entire clan for one person?"

The old man was slightly stunned, and said bitterly: "The emperor...... You got it?"

The man nodded, then shook his head again, with a hint of mockery, and said: "The reinforcement of the seal by the incense belief of that group of bald donkeys for thousands of years, except for the most ferocious and evil soul conjuring thaumaturgy in the world in the ancient witch clan, I can't think of any other way to break this seal, as the altar wizard of the Miao clan, it is not surprising that you can inherit this thaumaturgy that has never been passed on, among the ancient witch clan, the only remaining tribe now, in addition to your Miao clan, there are only a few small tribes. ”

Speaking of this, the man paused, glanced at the old man, and said, "It's just that you just broke the seal, and you don't have enough yang vitality to wake him up, which is why I didn't promise you before." ”

The old man slowly lowered his head, avoiding the man's gaze, and breathed a sigh of relief, it is not surprising that the person in front of him knows some of the secrets of his ancient clan, and what makes him really relieved is that since the man is clear in his heart, he is sure that coming here today will be able to realize the wish of his clan for thousands of years, you know, the man in front of him who is independent, like a white lotus, isolated at the top of the world, overlooking the vast world, is the master of the entire Liuhe wilderness.

Thinking of the previous man's question, this old man Miao Yi, who was already in his last years, said in a low voice: "The emperor ...... Nothing is more important to us than to bring the glory of the ancient witches back to earth. Speaking of this, the old man raised his head, his eyes were firm and resolute, "There is no worthiness or not, only willingness." ”

"Yes. ”

The man replied lightly, did not say anything, the old man lowered his head, and showed a kind smile to the little girl beside the man who looked at him curiously, the little girl was slightly stunned, as if she understood something, and a faint sadness flashed in her eyes after a while.

After a stick of incense, behind the old man, the people of the entire tribe seemed to gather here, men, women, adults, children, hundreds of people, under the solemn leadership of the old man, one by one, slowly walked down the stone steps that seemed to lead to the road to the Nine Shadows, and walked to the old altar at the bottom of the pool.

The altar is far larger than it seems, even if so many people stand in it, it is more than enough, in the depths of the dim and silent hall, where the light of the stars does not shine, before the hideous and clumsy sarcophagus, the old man did not speak, the people of the entire tribe, on the prostrate altar, looked feverishly at the great wizard of the tribe and the sarcophagus behind him, for a while, in the quiet altar, only the nine cupola stone pillars protruded from the lit lantern, and the burning flames made a crackling sound from time to time.

After a while, the old man's palm trembled slightly, a mysterious light rose, slowly extended, and a peculiar ancient flag, all made of human bones, shrouded in thousands of black gases and ten thousand cold smokes, appeared in the palm of the old man's palm, and the remaining wizards in this world whispered to the sarcophagus, and the ancient spells echoed in this ancient altar in a low voice.

The little girl suddenly looked at the ancient flag that appeared in the old man's hand, and let out an inaudible exclamation, she remembered it clearly, this ancient flag, and many years ago in that ancient cave, the magic weapon in the hand of the monster named Ba Snake was no different, but it was reduced a lot, and at this moment this ancient flag waved gently in the old man's hand, cleansing thousands of ghosts, as if countless souls were crying, the ghostly fire, like the fire from the nine abyss, with the wave of the ancient flag, in the void formed one after another clumsy incantations, falling on the sarcophagus.

As the old man's mouth chanted the louder the sound of the incantation, those who were prostrate on the ground, they couldn't help but chant with the old man, their eyes gradually lost their minds, replaced by a fanatical belief, they bowed and worshipped, as if there was no pain, their heads knocked their heads and bled out, and they didn't hear at all, until the old man's last syllable fell, the waving ancient flag, gently upside down on the ground, in an instant, Huo Ran became several feet high, thousands of souls, at this moment, as if there was no longer restraint, hideous, furious, a group of ghosts danced wildly！

The ghost pounced on the prostrate people on the ground with its teeth and claws, and devoured them beyond recognition, but the people of those tribes were as if they had not heard of it, and the fanatical color in their eyes did not retreat at all, but was more competent, allowing their lives to fade away, and even more, let out crazy laughter, blood, slowly stained this ancient altar red, the old man stood in front of the giant flag, quietly, silently watched all this, until finally the tribesmen fell, he smiled, without the slightest sadness, the smile was so serene, countless resentful souls, and intertwined with new souls, madly rushed through his body。

At that moment, everything seemed to be frozen, in the huge sarcophagus, there was a roaring sound like thunder, on the altar ground, the heavy blood full of heavy fishy wind, it was incredibly boiling, until it burned, the strange black flames, soaring into the sky, the countless ghosts that were originally scurrying in the altar, in this strange black flame, let out an extremely terrible scream, struggling and frightened, turned into wisps of green smoke, and disappeared.

The entire altar shook with the thud of the sarcophagus, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment.

Those people of the tribe who have died, in such a huge earthquake, countless severed arms and stumps flew out with the burning black flames, and they were terrible to see, and the ghosts cried and wailed all around, and the whole human purgatory!

The little girl gently turned her face away, a little tear, floating in her pale golden eyes, her little hand raised, six purple rays, flew out of her fingers, fell on the sarcophagus, and then, the little girl gently broke free of the man's big hand, walked aside, and never looked at the movement here again.

Under the firelight, her face was a little less innocent, but it seemed to have a sadness that she had never seen before.

The man stood quietly on the edge of the pool, the divine light as thin as a grain of sand, still quietly stopped in mid-air, stubbornly separated from the ten thousand acres of water, the man looked down, silent, but, his gaze seemed to gradually disperse again, and there was a vague divine light in his pupils, like a galaxy in the sky, like a dream, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment, whether it was pity, indifference, or ...... Habit?

In the middle of the altar, illuminated by the light of the raging flames, a thin figure stood tall, looking up at the sky, staring at the figure of the man from a distance, and after a moment, his calm face, with a hint of a smile, slowly fell.

The black flames that rushed to the sky burst up, as if even the sunset on the horizon was burning, dyeing the entire evening sky, like the image of the end of the world, the heavens and the earth were destroyed, in the depths of this southern Xinjiang, the raging stage.

With the sound of the earth-shattering sarcophagus, a divine light, rising to the sky, in an instant, a thin figure, in the monstrous flames, slowly appeared, like a god, the body of the whole body is full of flames, looking down from mid-air, such as a proud god, the sunset, instantly bright, burning black flames, suddenly transparent and hot, in the air into a terrifying beast, this moment, the heaven and the earth, Huo Ran changed, such as the galloping sea roaring endlessly, the entire southern Xinjiang 100,000 mountains in the sky, black and heavy, countless dark clouds closed, thunder and lightning, breaking clouds in all directions, countless creatures of the 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, looking at the heavens in shock, obviously do not understand why the heavens are so angry, as if to tear the entire southern Xinjiang land apart.

Under such a vision of heaven and earth, the man's expression was as usual, the little divine light in mid-air, like a firefly, gently flew back, fell on his fingertips, slowly dimmed, in the moment of disappearance, thousands of pools of water, fell violently, the ancient altar, once again submerged, the mountain cliff upside down the waterfall, like a furious white dragon, unrestrained, rushed down to the sky, once again the original blue waves without a trace, smashed the earth-shattering water.

Everything remained the same, as if nothing had happened, except for the thin figure in the sky.

The flames in the sky, like a long whale absorbing water, swirled and gathered into the hands of the figure, forming a strange black fireball, which slowly merged into his palm, and then, the figure slowly fell, a pair of gray pupils, like a demon in purgatory, without the slightest emotion, coldly looking at the world in front of him that had been separated for thousands of years, and after a while, his eyes fell on the man in fluttering clothes, and the man looked at him indifferently.

Everything returned to silence, the dark clouds on the horizon gradually dispersed, the man looked at this figure, the blurred divine light in his eyes gradually gathered, this ancient god who made the entire tribe resurrect at all costs, was a hairless and delicate young man, except for the eyes containing endless death, this young man was no different from ordinary humans.

After a moment of silence, a low hiss sounded, with a hint of indifference and mockery: "Hongmeng Creation Qi? No wonder that crippled soul conjuring thaumaturgy can summon the three souls and seven spirits that I am sleeping in the depths of the netherworld, I didn't expect that you can even get your hands on the unborn supreme divine objects such as the "Three Thousand Creation Jade", and you can break through the Bitan barrier with a little demon yuan light, it seems that you are the lord of the wilderness of this generation, the emperor of the Holy Sect?"

The man nodded slightly, turned his gaze to the sunset on the horizon, and said lightly: "For you, the living dead, I have become extinct of another ancient clan in the wilderness, I hope you don't let their blood be shed in vain." ”

"I don't understand why they are so stubborn about bringing me back to life, thousands of years ago, and still after thousands of years. ”

The young man turned around and sneered, no one saw it, and a thick sadness flashed in the depths of his gray eyes.

"The ancient Wu clan in ancient times, the gods and demons were jealous, the world was shocked, if it weren't for this, my barbarian clan would not have been pressed to death in the Liuhe wilderness, such a place of thin aura, poor mountains and bad waters, eternal life and eternal life can not step out, our souls, reduced to the eyes of the world, heaven and earth are not tolerated, now this era when the gods and demons have long been extinct, as the totem of the Wu clan, you who are worshiped as gods by countless barbarian Miao people, should know the reason why they let you recover. ”

The young man was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said, "They don't understand, and they will never understand, what I want." ”

The man tilted his head slightly, his eyes like a torch, "Perhaps, I can give you what you want." ”

The young man suddenly became angry, laughed coldly, with a bit of desolation, "I want to die, can you give it to me! I can't even kill myself, who can kill me!"

With the same meaningful smile on the man's lips, he looked at the young man and smiled indifferently: "Perhaps...... I can. ”

Facing the man's blurry and deep eyes, for some reason, the tyrannical heart of the young man suddenly calmed down, and he was silent for a long time, he turned around and walked to the depths of the 100,000 mountains, and a cold and indifferent voice floated by: "If you deceive me one day, in the name of my Witch Emperor, I will let you die, even if you are the Holy Emperor of my wilderness." ”