Royal Master Painter

Li Meng looked at the person who suddenly appeared in Wushan, and then at Jiang Lian, feeling a little uncertain, dragging Jiang Lian's chin with his hand, turning his face from side to side.

Jiang Greed didn't resist, and he was a little embarrassed himself.

"Am I wrong? You are the one who attacked Empress Wu Shen!" Li Meng asked suspiciously.

"I'm standing next to you. Did you see me move? So how could it be me, it's just that this person looks a bit like me."

"That's the only possibility."

Li Meng also felt that it wasn't Jiang Greed, only Jiang Greed knew in his heart that this man who was capable of fighting the sky and even capable of fighting witch gods might be his ancestor.

People in the Jiang family don't mention anything else, in terms of looks, great-grandfather Jiang Liting, grandfather Jiang Boluan, father Jiang Fengwu and him, four generations share the same face.

Jiang Li had seen portraits of these elders himself, and apart from the clothing and appearance, it was difficult to distinguish them standing side by side.

Jiang Li himself only knew these few close relatives of the Jiang family, but he had never heard of this distant ancestor with terrifying strength in the ignorant age.

In the next few decades and hundreds of years, the witch god fused the power of the pure yang of the nine heavens with the power of the shadows of the nine earths, and his strength continued to advance by leaps and bounds. Even from the perspective of an outsider, Jiang Li felt the suffocating pressure.

With the protection of such a strong man, the tribes at the lowest level in southern Xinjiang began to conquer the Hundred Thousand Mountains. With the help of the pure yang power of the sun, the witch god drove the filth that was originally entangled in southern Xinjiang into a corner.

Those terrifying giant beasts that had been rampant for countless years were also wiped out one by one by the witch god, and the cruel insects were recovered by the witch god, and created a method of domestication and passed it on to his own people.

However, a male and female witch god will not show both sides of himself at the same time. When Wu Canghai dominates the physical body, Wu Xingyun will fall into a deep sleep, and when Wu Xingyun dominates the physical body, Wu Canghai will fall into a deep sleep again.

The southern border tribes began to rise under the leadership of the witch god, but since then, the entire southern border and the people of the southern border tribes have been shrouded in an inescapable shackle.

The Sorcerer God has spent hundreds of years to pacify the current southern border, and his strength has gradually reached the pinnacle. There are also many people who come here to ask the Sorcerer God for advice or challenges, but in the end they all return in defeat.

The tribes in southern Xinjiang are multiplying at an extremely fast speed, and the population is getting larger and larger, and each resident has created a statue for the witch god, but the state of the witch god is getting more and more weird.

Sometimes the witch god will be stunned for ten days and a half months when facing a blade of grass, and sometimes he will hold his head and cry in pain.

Jiang Greed can also understand that although he has the strongest power, he has lost his lover forever, unable to meet, touch, or even speak.

Just like Wei Changli, because of Wenfu not being able to be with the one he loves, even though he became the strongest Yuling, he was not happy all his life.

Hundreds of years later, the witch god sitting alone on the top of Wushan finally fell into madness, trying hard to dissipate his power, but when the power came, it was not easy to dissipate, and it was even more difficult to dissipate.

The witch god even wanted to die in the past, but she couldn't die. Her power suppressed the poisonous evil power of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Once she died, this power would reoccupy the southern border, and these tribes would also face extinction.

Watching the lonely back of the witch god merge with the natural enemy, Li Meng felt desolate and lonely.

"I suddenly felt that Empress Wu Shen is so pitiful..." Li Meng said.

"Sometimes a person's cultivation base has nothing to do with whether he can live a happy life, but if he is too weak, he will definitely be unhappy!"

Jiang Gu thought of himself, Yuling Continent has no Wenfu, no Qingdu, no Wei Changli, no interesting old man like Lu Daoxuan, it is really boring.

Just when the witch god was about to collapse, the whole world began to collapse, and this illusory scene finally disappeared, and in front of them was still the strange cave with three Miao characters written on it.

"The Light Tracing Cave, is this the Light Tracing Cave?" Li Meng's expression was in disbelief.

"Is there any legend here?" Jiang Greed asked.

"My Ria mentioned to me when I was a child that this is the most mysterious place in southern Xinjiang. The witch god entered the light-tracing cave and closed the death test. Since then, he has never appeared again."

"Since we're all here, why not go in and have a look."

"it is good!"

Li Meng was secretly pleased, the Empress Wu Shen is the only true god respected by Miao Jiang, if she can meet her once, she will die without regret.

She was still weak and was guarded by Jiang Li, and the two entered the light tracing cave together.

The cave was long and narrow, and it was no different from other caves. The deeper one entered the cave, the more active Jiang Li's two bells seemed to feel. In the end, Jiang Li could only temporarily suppress the two bells with his own spiritual power.

Jiang Li also found some abnormalities. All the caves are inserted into the deep mountain in the hinterland of the mountain. The mountain wall should be damp and cold, but this is not the case in this light tracing cave. As it goes deeper into the cave wall, it becomes drier.

Jiang Greed touched the cave wall with his hand, and a burst of yellow dust rose up.

The more abnormal it is, the more it proves that this cave is extraordinary, and Jiang Li felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling, and the yin energy in his body even disappeared without a trace.

He wanted to release a paper crane, which was endowed with Yin power and could be manipulated at will, but here the paper crane was obviously lying in his palm, but no matter how he manipulated it, he would not be moved.

Just when Jiang Greed was about to give up, a white light appeared in the cave. This white light was exactly the black and white divine light they had seen on the top of Wushan Mountain not long ago.

"Nine days of pure yang power, no wonder my yin power can't be used."

But Jiang Li still has a problem that he can't figure out. When the witch god was born, the power of the pure yang of the nine heavens and the power of the yin and yin of the nine earths had already been fused, but why did the witch god retreat only with pure yang and no yin and yin?

"Could it be that the witch god succeeded in the end? Separated Chunyang from Yinyou, kept Chunyang in the Suguang Cave, Yinyou hid in Sanchuankou, and Wu Xingyun turned into Fangxiang Yedi today?

If the Sorcerer God really succeeded, why did Emperor Fang Xiangye need the Wuscal body to leave Sanchuankou, and why did the Sorcerer God never appear after entering the Light Tracing Cave? "

All doubts may be solved in the future.

The bottom of the Light Tracing Cave was filled with infinite pure yang power. Jiang Li tried to touch it with his hand, but his whole body was thrown far away, but the lack of pure yang power did not hurt Li Meng.

A stone tablet attracted Li Meng's attention, Li Meng stood in front of the stone tablet and looked at the words written on it:

"The Way of Redemption."

These four words made Li Meng more sure that this is the place where the witch god retreated.

"These four words seem to have a different meaning," Jiang Greed said.

"There is a paragraph in the ancient rumors circulating in the three tribes of southern Xinjiang. The witch god predicted that southern Xinjiang would encounter a huge disaster in the future, and the [-] mountains would be like a warning to the tribe. The young witches found the way of salvation under the guidance of foreigners. , leading Southern Xinjiang to be completely freed from suffering!"

Jiang Gu looked at Li Meng, then at the white light and the stele.

"The way of salvation is here. I am a foreigner. I have everything mentioned in the ancient rumors. There is no doubt that you should be that young witch." Jiang Li said.

"Ah? You said to lead Southern Xinjiang to a complete liberation from suffering? How is this possible? I am the weakest one in our tribe." Li Meng said aggrievedly.

"Before he came to Wushan, the witch god was just an ordinary person, not even as good as you, but by a coincidence, he became a peak legend, and now the witch god left the opportunity to you..."