5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 343 Feixian Mountain, come and pick someone up
The Witch Clan, one of the Four Great Sacred Grounds, is the most unfathomable among the Four Great Sacred Grounds and even all forces in terms of mystery, and no one dares to provoke them.

But with such a powerful and terrifying force, Jiang Ling led an army of 40 to attack it with just one word.

There is no cover-up at all, a 40 army, the number of people is like 40 ants, and it can shock people, let alone the 40 monk army.

Jiang Ling didn't put any disguise on the 40 people, and just rushed all the way to the Wu clan's territory.

This majestic scene attracted the attention of countless people, even Yu Hongchang and others gathered at the ruins of Feixian Mountain were attracted by Jiang Ling's actions, and they were always paying attention to the movement.

According to everyone's thinking, since all the people from the major forces have been killed, shouldn't they go back to Feixian Mountain to rebuild their forces?
But Jiang Ling didn't go back, instead he turned around with a large group of people and walked further and further away.

No one knows what medicine is sold in his gourd.

People all over the world are closely watching the movements of Jiangling and Feixianshan's army, and they all want to figure out what they want to do.

Although the army was heading in the direction of the Wu Clan, no one thought that they were going to the Wu Clan's base camp.

……

Just as the major forces were paying attention to the whereabouts of the Feixian Mountain army, in the base camp of the Wu Clan at this moment, a figure in a gray robe sat cross-legged in mid-air, meditating silently.

Below him, there was a blood-colored sea wave.

This sea of ​​blood is boundless, spreading to the end of the sky, it is inconceivably vast.

And around this sea of ​​blood, there are 12 ancient pillars.

Each bead is engraved with a different pattern, which looks like a weird person. Although the images are quite different, they are all hideous without exception.

These ancient pillars are the totems of the Witch Clan. According to legend, the Witch Clan is a race formed by twelve ancestor witches.

For a long time, the Wu people were the rulers of the whole world.

When the witch clan was flourishing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were famous, the human race hadn't appeared yet, and they were silently multiplying in some corner.

These twelve pillars are revered by the Wu clan as the ancestral witch pillars, also known as the Wu clan inheritance pillars. Each pillar can enlighten the spirituality of the Wu clan members and lead them on the road of cultivation.

Different pillars represent different development paths and cultivation factions. War witches and spirit witches are just the two most general cultivation factions of the witch clan.

Under War Witch and Spirit Witch, there are still many genres that can be subdivided, and these twelve Ancestral Witch Pillars are used to automatically help people choose a genre.

However, at this time, the twelve ancient pillars stood majestically on the edge of the sea of ​​blood, blooming with faint mysterious power, suppressing the sea of ​​blood like pillars of heaven, preventing the sea of ​​blood from surging.

But this is not the most surprising thing. What is surprising is that if you look carefully, you will find several figures tied to the pillar at this time.

Those figures had their eyes closed and their heads hung limply, unable to tell whether they were alive or dead.

Surrounded by the twelve pillars, the figure in the long robe sat lingeringly, his eyes were blood red, arousing the power of the twelve pillars, resonating with the sea of ​​blood.

"Buzz."

Waves of evil power floated out of the sea of ​​blood, and all of it was infused into the body of the gray-robed figure.

If he directly absorbed the sea of ​​blood, he would definitely not be able to bear it, but the energy in front of him was tempered and purified by twelve ancestral witch pillars, and what was transmitted was the purest energy.

"Chichi."

With the continuous absorption of the sea of ​​blood, his pupils contracted in circles, and countless bloody ghosts appeared.

"As long as you practice for another 5 years, you will be able to break through to the sixth level of the Ancestral Witch Scripture, and then you will be able to obtain the immortal Ancestral Witch Body."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

The Witch Clan has kept a low profile for too long, and it's time for the whole world to learn a lesson.

"This round of prosperity will be dominated by our witch clan!"

His heart was extremely cold.

After absorbing enough energy from the sea of ​​blood, he let out a breath of satisfaction and exhaled a mouthful of cloudy gas.

Each absorption of the sea of ​​blood should not exceed 2 hours at most, otherwise his body would not be able to withstand it.

"I really don't know where Feixian Mountain got such good luck to find a sea of ​​blood by accident. This is a treasure."

He was a little emotional.

This sea of ​​blood was born for the Wu Clan, and the evil energy contained in it can be perfectly absorbed by the Wu Clan.

The energy that is harmful to other people is a great tonic to the Wu Clan.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at the figures tied to the pillar, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"These three boys are only worthy of being the blood puppets of the Wu Clan."

His eyes swept over the three of them, especially when he saw the burly man and the gray-haired old man, his expression became more and more ugly.

These two people must die!And it cannot be simply killed.

"I didn't expect that as the Supreme Elder of the Wu Clan, the blood of the Wu Clan in my body is not as pure as that of the two human races. If it is spread to let other elders and protectors know, then the vacant position of patriarch may change."

His face sank like water.

Regarding the matter of blood, if you want to blame it, you can only blame the body and appearance between the Wu Clan and the Human Clan are too similar, so from the beginning of the prehistoric era to the present, the combination of the Witch Clan and the Human Clan gave birth to many hybrids.

With the development of the times to this day, many human races do not know that they have the blood of the witch race in their bodies.

"Why do two people born in modern times have such strong witch blood in their bodies?" He couldn't figure it out.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he kills these two people as soon as possible, no one else will know about it.

He wanted to use the twelve ancestral witch pillars and the evil power of the blood sea to force out the blood of the witch clan in those two guys and fuse with him.

In that case, with two pure bloodlines of the Wu Clan, he would be able to remove all obstacles within the Wu Clan and ascend to the throne of the Patriarch.

The Wu Clan values ​​reputation very much. Even though he is equivalent to the patriarch in the Wu Clan, he is not a real leader.

"Come on, you two will fulfill me."

He let out a low cry and waved his hand, and suddenly the twelve ancestral witch pillars trembled at the same time. With the blessing of terrifying energy, they vibrated violently. The invisible force penetrated into the bodies of the two of them, and a "bang" was forced out. Peng blood mist.

"puff."

The two people who were tied to the pillar were awakened by the shock, their faces were extremely pale, their lips were cracked and purple, and they looked weak.

"Hold on, don't fall asleep." The burly man whispered to the old man beside him.

"Cough cough." The white-haired old man coughed violently, coughing up several mouthfuls of black blood.

After opening his eyes and seeing the scene in front of him clearly, the old man smiled helplessly.

It has been eight full years. At the beginning, Bu Shangwu and Bai Yuan led a group of tinder to live in the world. Unfortunately, a traitor appeared in the tinder at that time, and the leaked news led to the enemy coming to the door.

Most of the people were captured alive, and they were taken to unknown places. Only he, Bai Yuan, and a man named Feng Yuanzheng were taken to the territory of the Wu clan.

The white ape was alright, but was tied up and endured the pain of flesh and blood.

But he and Feng Yuanzheng were the same, their blood was drawn every day, but the Wu clan didn't let them die, and they lived a life that was worse than death every day.

He wanted to commit suicide, but couldn't.

Unexpectedly, after Master left, Feixian Mountain would not fall to such a level.

Bu Shangwu's heart was full of bitterness, and he was still very worried about Bu Feiyan's situation.

Being held here, the news from the outside world is isolated, and he doesn't know that the outside world has turned upside down.

"It's almost time. I also sucked you for 8 years. Let's suck out the last breath of essence today."

The gray-robed man had a hoarse voice, and in an instant he came in front of Bu Shangwu, pierced his forehead with a palm, and penetrated deep into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"You fucking let him go!" Feng Yuanzheng next to him roared angrily.

"The good opportunity is now." There was a hint of relief in Bu Shangwu's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, his soul suddenly burst into a bright light.

This is to explode.

"Not good!" The grey-robed man's face changed slightly, he didn't expect Bu Shangwu to choose to blew himself up at this time.

However, at this moment, the ground of the entire Wu Clan shook violently.

"Boom, boom, boom."

It was as if a battle drum in the fairy world was beating, and an unparalleled aura that swept across the world vibrated from the air, beating the cities of the Wu Clan with a loud "boom".

"Feixian Mountain, come and pick me up."

An indifferent voice resounded through the entire Wu clan, spreading to every corner.

(End of this chapter)