The first taboo in the world

Chapter 443 Witch God

Deep in the southern border, hundreds of thousands of mountains are majestic and majestic, standing in the extreme south of China. Here there is thick fog all year round, the sky is dim, the evil miasma is shrouded in poisonous fog, and strange insects and beasts are rampant everywhere.

"Roar!"

A sound of roaring beasts was heard, and a tiger-leopard fusion monster with pig's hooves rushed out from the black forest full of bones on the ground next to it, and rushed towards Xu Zifan.

Facing this monster, Xu Zifan frowned slightly. Today he entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains and deeply realized the harsh environment here. It was a truly wild land.

The strange-looking monsters in front of him, with several animal features combined together, made him sigh in his heart, because the origin of these monsters was exactly the species created by the ancient witch clan using spirit-making techniques thousands of years ago.

In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there are endless species like this. No one knows the exact number. Ever since the Ancient Wu Clan settled in southern Xinjiang in ancient times, for thousands of years, no one knows how many new things the Ancient Wu Clan has created. species.

Among these new species, the seventy-two intelligent alien races are the most famous. These alien races include the fish people, snake people, feather people, bear people, etc.

For thousands of years, the dragons in the Hundred Thousand Mountains have been leaderless and have been fighting each other. Today, even among the seventy-two intelligent alien races, only thirty-seven races are left to rely on. It can be said that the competition is fierce and cruel.

Xu Zifan ignored the monster rushing in front of him. In his eyes, this monster, this hundred thousand mountains, and even this world were his own property. As long as the other party was not a vicious person, he did not want to commit any crime.

Moreover, the monster in front of him has no intelligence and only relies on survival instinct. He will not care about it.

The next moment, Xu Zifan's figure was like a wisp of smoke passing over this place. The monster rushed towards him with a fishy wind, but it flew away. He looked around in confusion, but Xu Zifan's figure was nowhere to be seen.

After receiving the witchcraft inheritance from the Qilidong Miao Tribe Altar, Xu Zifan came here. He was going to find a quiet place to study the witchcraft.

The magic of the witch clan is unpredictable and extraordinary. It is a cultivation method that is no less than that of the Heavenly Book. In the original plot, whether it is the legendary Linglong Empress or the beast god who brings disaster to the world and can fight head-on with the Zhuxian Sword Array. , all majoring in witchcraft.

After obtaining such a method, Xu Zifan naturally had to study and practice it carefully.

And vaguely, he had a feeling that maybe he would make other discoveries while practicing the magic of the witch clan. This feeling was mysterious, hard to explain, and unexplained, but it was real.

Soon, Xu Zifan's eyes lit up and he discovered a quiet place, which was on a cliff at the end of the black forest. The stone wall there was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been split open by a knife. It went straight up and down. He only needed to Make a cave in the middle of the cliff, and you can practice here with peace of mind.

The next moment, Xu Zifan's whole body was shining with silver light, and his figure was shining directly in the center of the cliff ahead. As the sound of several rocks rolling down was heard, he was already in a cave.

Afterwards, Xu Zifan sat cross-legged and began to practice the witchcraft.

The methods of cultivation in the Central Plains may focus on refining Qi, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for one's own use, or focus on refining the body, focusing on cultivating the human body and strengthening the body.

However, the witchcraft in southern Xinjiang is guided by blood, combined with the secret power of the soul to become a witchcraft with incredible abilities, and finally transformed into various weird methods.

To practice southern Xinjiang witchcraft, you must have a lot of fresh blood as a guide. This is one of the reasons why Xu Zifan chose to retreat in Shiwanda Mountain, because there are countless beasts here, which can just meet his needs.

Xu Zifan first sat cross-legged on the ground and deduced the method of practicing witchcraft in his mind. After everything was sorted out, he immediately left the cave and entered the black forest below. After a short time, he Came back here again.

But at this moment, there was a jade box in his hand, which contained bright red blood. This blood was what he had just obtained from a monster with a pig head and a bear body.

Later, Xu Zifan sat cross-legged, dipped his fingertips in blood, and drew in the air.

As his fingers danced, a strange rune that looked like a ghostly drawing gradually took shape in the void in front of him.

This rune is the basic rune used to practice witchcraft power in the witchcraft inheritance. The moment this rune was formed, the cave instantly became dark and gloomy, as if the Nine Nether Hells had descended. People are very uncomfortable, and they unconsciously have a creepy feeling.

Xu Zifan then followed the witchcraft inheritance records and used an extremely weird method to integrate a ray of his spiritual power into the bloody runes in front of him.

At this moment, the blood-colored rune suddenly glowed brightly, and a blood-red light emitted, illuminating the entire cave with blood-red light.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Zifan stretched out a hand, and the bloody runes in the void seemed to have spirituality, shrinking sharply and flying towards Xu Zifan's palm.

The next moment, the bloody runes flew into his palm, and then integrated into his body through his palm in an instant.

At the same time, a ray of blood-colored light also went up from Xu Zifan's palm, passed through his arms, and spread to every part of his body.

At this moment, Xu Zifan's body was emitting a faint blood-colored light, and a strange and extremely strange power was flowing.

This is the basis of witchcraft practice in southern Xinjiang - witchcraft power!

"I see!"

At this moment, Xu Zifan felt the aura emanating from himself, and there was a look of relief in his eyes. He was very familiar with this witchcraft power, which was exactly the kind of power that was used to activate the blood curse of heaven and earth.

However, compared to the witchcraft power condensed by using the Blood Curse of Heaven and Earth Returning Together, the witchcraft power he cultivated using Southern Xinjiang witchcraft at this moment is much weaker. Although the essence is the same, there is a big difference between the two.

The witchcraft power condensed by using the Blood Curse of Heaven and Earth Returning Together is purer and more powerful than the witchcraft obtained by using southern Xinjiang witchcraft.

After figuring this out, Xu Zifan had some thoughts in mind.

If the witchcraft condensed by the Blood Curse of Heaven and Earth is used to practice the witchcraft in this world, the effect will definitely be stronger.

To activate the Blood Curse of Heaven and Earth Returning Together, there are three main steps: gathering witchcraft power, sacrificing oneself, and cursing the other party!

He can simply use the blood curse of Heaven and Earth to gather witchcraft power to use the witchcraft in this world.

The Blood Curse of Heaven and Earth Returning Together is a forbidden secret technique, and the method of condensing witchcraft power is certainly extraordinary.

At this moment, Xu Zifan felt faintly excited and couldn't wait to try out the effect.

Theoretically, it is completely feasible. This will make the source of magical power more advanced. If successful, it will be equivalent to the difference between conventional aircraft carriers and nuclear-powered aircraft carriers in the real world. Although both are aircraft carriers, their energy sources are completely different, and their combat power It's completely different.

Just do it!

Xu Zifan calmed down, closed his eyes again, and heard the faint sound of chanting a mantra from his mouth. The voice was very low, like a whisper, like a soft chant, as if it was about to disappear with the wind.

The next moment, an inexplicable and strange wave swept out from all over his body. This wave was the extremely pure witchcraft power. It was as vast as a vast ocean, condensing around Xu Zifan and in this world.

At this moment, within a radius of 100 meters, a strange aura filled the air, and the blood-colored light was vast and heart-stirring. Even under the influence of this strong strange aura, the sky was much dimmed, and dark clouds were gathering. In Xu Zifan's retreat, In the black forest before the cliff, countless strange monsters were slightly startled after feeling this strange aura. Then, as if they had awakened the deepest memories in their blood, they all knelt on the ground, trembling, and worshiped in the direction of the cliff. , kowtow endlessly.

And in the center of this majestic witchcraft, there is the figure of Xu Zifan sitting cross-legged. At this moment, he is the source of the bloody light, as if the ancient witch god has descended, with powerful witchcraft around him, and strange aura permeates all directions.

Qilidong, a settlement of the Miao people.

It is early in the morning, and the day's plan begins in the morning. As usual, the Miao people have already gotten up, either making fires to cook, smoke rising from the kitchen stoves, or getting dressed, preparing to go hunting in the mountains. The sound of cocks crowing and dogs barking can be heard from time to time. , spread far and wide, and there are still vendors carrying steaming steamers, shouting, and selling food.

Everything looked like usual, nothing different.

"Woo...Woo..."

However, at this moment, a barking sound from low to high suddenly sounded in the sky above Qilidong. This barking sound was not high-pitched, but it was very long, and it echoed in the sky above Qilidong.

Suddenly, all the Miao people in Qilidong were startled by the inexplicable sound of barking dogs.

"What's happening here?"

Everyone in Qilidong was confused at this moment.

"Is this a warning carved on the back mountain dog god stone?"

Some people are confused. There are rumors in the clan that if the dog god roars as a warning, it means that the clan is in danger of being exterminated.

However, the sound emitted by the stone carving of the dog god in front of him was not a roar. Instead, it sounded like the sound of a domestic dog in the clan rejoicing after meeting its owner after a long separation.

This kind of voice represents dependence, trust, grievance and intimacy!

For a moment, all the Miao people in Qilidong were at a loss, but they all knew that something big was going to happen. The Dog God was the god they worshiped, and the sudden sound of the stone carvings of the Dog God must be foreshadowing something.

At this moment, everyone focused their attention on the entrance to the altar halfway up the mountain, where there was a high priest. In their hearts, the high priest was the spokesperson of God and was extremely noble.

They believe that the high priest will definitely tell all the tribesmen the will of the Inugami.

Sure enough, after a while, the tall priest's skinny and extremely old figure appeared on the mountain platform.

It's just that at this moment, the high priest changed his previous deep and mysterious image. Instead, he was trembling all over, with tears streaming down his face, and he was muttering something in his mouth, as if he was in a daze.

As for the people who were closer to the high priest, after hearing what the high priest was saying, their expressions changed drastically, and then they fell to their knees and kowtowed inexplicably towards the sky.

"The Witch God is back, the Witch God is back!"

The great wizard, also known as the great priest, was trembling. At this moment, his whole body was shaking due to excitement, and tears were streaming down his face.

Last night, a god entrusted him with a dream, causing him to fall into a deep sleep. Today, the dog god welcomes his master, which is in line with an ancient myth and legend in southern Xinjiang.

The roar of the dog god is a warning, indicating that there will be disaster in the clan, and the low voice of the dog god is the arrival of the witch god, and the entire ancient witch clan will reproduce the glory of the ancient times.

In the Witch Clan, the Witch God is a myth within myths, the legendary god of the entire Witch Clan. Before the Witch Clan was destroyed and divided, each generation of Witch Goddess was just a candidate chosen by the tribe to serve the Witch God.

The low voice of the Inu God today confirms the ancient legend. Will the real witch god reappear in this world after passing away in ancient times?

At this moment, the high priest knelt down and worshiped, and all the Miao people in Qilidong also fell to the ground and kowtowed to the unknown place in the sky.

And the low moaning sound of the dog god stone carving is even more lingering for a long time, lingering in every land of Qili Cave, stirring everyone's hearts.

And this scene of people kneeling and worshiping is now happening in many areas in southern Xinjiang.

For example, in a mysterious valley where the Li people, one of the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, are located, like the Miao people, a statue of the bear god actually gave birth to a strange phenomenon, and the people of the Li people, led by their clan leader, knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly. Incomparably, he softly chanted the blessings of the witch god.

As for the other three legendary tribes that have died out, there are still tribesmen who remain, but on a much smaller scale. They are all extremely excited. With tears in their eyes, they bow down to the gods worshiped by their respective tribes and pray for the witch god to manifest.

Deep in the Shiwan Mountain, at the entrance of the Ancient Demon-Suppressing Cave, the wind was howling. A statue of a woman had been standing there quietly for thousands of years. At this moment, there were actually two lines of tears falling down her face from the eyes of the statue.

And in the wind, there was a faint voice of a woman who seemed to be liberated.

"Linglong's crime deserves death, and he has failed the expectations of his people. He is willing to be punished by God and fall into the Nine Nether Hells, never to be reincarnated!"

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Incense Valley, Mysterious Fire Altar!

At this moment, the Mysterious Fire Altar was filled with hot air and was a fiery red. On the ground, there were curved scratches as thick as a finger, with different depths, forming eight fierce god patterns about the size of a foot.

These patterns are exactly the Eight Wilderness Fierce Gods in the ancient legends of southern Xinjiang. Each of them is terrifying, with sharp teeth and claws, and feeds on humans. They are extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Normally, these patterns are dim and dull, as if they are just the most ordinary engravings, without any magic.

However, at this moment, the brilliance of these eight engravings was flowing, and each of the fierce gods seemed to come to life. The fierce light in their eyes was fierce, and the entire Xuanhuo Altar was instantly filled with a fierce aura. .

Shangguan Ce, the number two figure in Fenxiang Valley who has been guarding this place all year round, naturally discovered the anomaly immediately.

Originally, he thought that there was an invasion of foreign enemies and the Eight Fierce Mysterious Fire Arrays here were automatically activated. However, in the end, he found that it was completely different from what he thought. The pattern of the Eight Fierce Fierce Gods on the Xuanhuo Altar was completely activated inexplicably.

This matter revealed something strange. At this moment, Shangguan Ce was staring at the Xuanhuo Altar, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't see the reason at all.

He also thought that the Xuanhuo Altar was the important place of the Ancient Witch Clan a thousand years ago, and that it was only occupied by the Incense Valley after the destruction of the Ancient Witch Clan. There must be other mysteries and secrets in it that they do not know.

Then Shangguan Ce sighed softly, left the Xuanhuo Altar, and quickly headed towards a secret place in Fenxiang Valley.

In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, on the cliff at the end of the black forest, Xu Zifan was surrounded by so much witchcraft power at this moment. He never imagined that he could impress all the major forces in southern Xinjiang just by testing the method of condensing witchcraft power in the Blood Curse of Heaven and Earth Returning Together. .

And as he used the extremely pure witchcraft condensed from the blood curse of Heaven and Earth to practice the witchcraft of this world, he had a feeling that something was calling him from a certain direction. This feeling continued as the His practice of witchcraft deepened and became stronger and stronger.