Qing Ming

"The seven little witches offended me just now, and I ask the master to forgive me." The seven dwarves bowed to the ground and said in unison.

Seeing the appearance of the seven dwarves calling their masters to kneel down and kowtow, Liu Qiankun's resentment disappeared, and he stepped forward to help the seven people one by one.

"Thank you, Master!" Qi Qi, the Seven Little Witches, gave Liu Qiankun a middle finger.

Liu Qiankun didn't know what it meant, and seeing their dignified faces, he couldn't help feeling bitter in his heart: These dwarfs were kneeling and worshiping just now, and all together they despised Lao Tzu so seriously, there are so many strange things in this ghost place. Just be a little more careful.

"Tell me, what does this mean?" Liu Qiankun waved his middle finger in front of Seven Little Witches.

"Master, this is a tribute to the master. It originally meant witch, top, heaven." The red witch explained while stretching out his middle finger.

These seven little witches were originally witch spirits imprisoned in the treasure of the witch clan. The blood that accidentally dripped from Liu Qiankun's body happened to fall under the stone platform where the treasure was hidden, and he completed the process of recognizing the master without knowing it.

"Contempt has turned into respect!" Although Liu Qiankun was surprised in his heart, he could still tell the truth from the fake, so he had no choice but to treat the middle finger as a respect for the time being.

"Master, please take out our soul-suppressing treasure." Lan Wuxu pointed to the corner of the stone platform.

When the Seven Little Witches first saw Liu Qiankun, they thought it was just a body without a soul, so they naturally wanted to use the corpse to bring back the soul. Unexpectedly, the soul returned to the body in vain, and there was no other way but to kneel down and bow down.They were afraid that Liu Qiankun would wipe them out invisibly with a move of his mind, and that might become another tragedy of the witch clan in the past 500 million years.

"What?" How could Liu Qiankun come forward to work with just a word from him, of course he had to ask first.

"This soul-suppressing treasure is also our hiding place. Only after the master came here and recognized the master with a drop of blood accidentally, we will heal the master." The blue witch didn't hide anything, and gave a rough account of the witch clan. ,.

It turns out that as early as more than five million years ago, the Wu Clan was the first group of aborigines in the Three Realms, called the Primordial Wu Clan. They were also the first people in the Three Realms to sense the existence of the power of gods and laws. They believed in the most original Power is called the power of the soul.

The Witch Clan doesn't have any supernatural powers such as fairy arts, magic formulas and witchcraft. What they can control is the power of the soul, the most original power of all life in the world, and witchcraft for healing.

No matter what kind of serious injury you have suffered, witchcraft can restore you to the original state in the shortest possible time. Liu Qiankun's body, which was tossed so badly by the chaotic soul thread, was repaired under witchcraft, but they Think of it as a body without a soul.

Liu Qiankun roughly understood what the Wu Clan was, and he summed it up in three words: awesome.Of course, if you can control the treasure of such a powerful witch clan, wouldn't it really be two hundred and five.

Now that he has already recognized the owner with a drop of blood, Liu Qiankun can find the hiding place of the soul treasure with his eyes closed. When he dug it out, it turned out to be a gray metal plate with seven different colors inlaid on it. The beads, each about the size of a broad bean, are light and fluffy in the hand, and I don't know what kind of metal they are made of.

"Is it this thing?" Liu Qiankun asked knowingly.

"It's really this thing, this is the ancient soul-suppressing witch order, and the seven of us are the soul-shamans in this order..." The seven little witches' expressions turned dark at this point.

This ancient witchcraft is like a cage, and they have been trapped in it for an unknown number of years. Today, it is hard to find a soulless body that the ancient witchcraft recognizes as its owner. Unexpectedly, because of a quarrel, a new owner was accidentally added. It is also God's will.

Apart from Wu, Ding, and Tian, ​​the Wu Clan can be said to be the peak existence that no one will accept, but now Liu Qiankun has inadvertently become the 'top' of the Seven Little Witches.

"Where is the Tomb of the Thousand Immortals here?" Liu Qiankun suddenly remembered the purpose of coming here, isn't it just for the ghostly place called the Tomb of the Thousand Immortals.

Unexpectedly, I didn't see the Wanxian Tomb, and I saw one in the corpse pit, and almost killed him. Thinking of this, Liu Qiankun's back felt chills, and the scenes of being tortured by the chaotic Lihun silk so that he couldn't die floating in front of my eyes.

"The Tomb of Ten Thousand Immortals?" The Seven Little Witches looked at each other, none of them knew where it was.

The Gray Witch turned his mind faster, stepped forward to give Liu Qiankun a respectful middle finger, and said, "Is the master referring to the group of people who claim to be immortals, demons, and demons who died in battle?" The level of understanding is more than a star and a half better than that mouse demon.

"Exactly. It is rumored that there are many weapons and armors left in that place. They are probably rare treasures." Liu Qiankun was overjoyed. With the seven little witches leading the way, wouldn't the Tomb of Ten Thousand Immortals be free to come and go? ?

"There are less than ten items that really have soul power, and they don't have the slightest interest in us." Bai Wu said disdainfully.

The witch clan is an anomaly, and they sneer at anything other than the original power, but the words of the white witch made Liu Qiankun feel a little unhappy, and his face darkened a lot.

"Take me to have a look." His voice turned cold, and there was less of a joke when he spoke, and more of the majesty of a superior.

"Yes, Master."

The Seven Little Witches responded in unison, turned around and walked quickly towards the Wanxian Tomb.As far as they are concerned, a small half of the people from the Three Realms who fell in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Immortals died indirectly at the hands of the Seven Little Witches.

Because as a member of the Wu Clan, they summon souls, they can reappear the dead souls, and completely obey the command of the Wu Clan, and then manipulate them to fight those living ones. The more dead souls, the more powerful the Wu Clan can control. Even more terrifying.

Just like in the Three Realms War 500 million years ago, the seven little witches in front of us were the ones who really wiped the tail. As long as there are dead souls, their combat power is the strongest. Coupled with the mysterious witchcraft, the Three Realms In the end, none of the strong ones could leave alive.

As for the weird abandoned corpse pit, it was originally something that existed in this space, and the witches just discovered its existence and used it.

"Master, the Tomb of Ten Thousand Immortals should be in front of you, if you take all the things you think are useful." Lan Wuxu pointed to a barren area hundreds of meters away.

Liu Qiankun scanned it with his sense of immortality, and he had a panoramic view of the scenery hundreds of feet away. It really was a killing field full of bones and wrecks. There were many glistening utensils scattered on the ground and underground. With a casual glance, you can find hundreds of them. There was a burst of ecstasy in my heart, and then the figure flickered, and the person flew past like an arrow leaving the string.

Seeing the blue-eyed look of the new master, the Seventh Little Witch couldn't help shaking her head again and again, and a thought flashed through her mind: I don't know if following such a master will be a blessing or a disaster?