Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

Outside the bronze mirror.

At this moment, I don't know how many monks cursed their mother.

"This old man is really a lion, and he needs 30% of his blood to open his mouth!

"If you want to say me, this old man is just talking nonsense, there is no way to live and dead in this world, and even if there is, how can he know.

"That's right. But it seems that the Emperor of Heaven will not agree. With 30% of blood essence, there is no guarantee that the news from this old guy is true, and the Emperor of Heaven is not a fool.

"In my opinion, the Heavenly Emperor directly suppressed him. This old thing has only a remnant of its soul left, but it still lives for eternity. This kind of existence must be very life-threatening, and I don't believe him if he is threatened with his life."

Someone retorted: "This kind of existence is the best face, and if you really want to intimidate, you won't say it if you die.

"What's more, he will dissipate between the heavens and the earth soon, the blood of the emperor's heart is his last hope. If he doesn't get hope, how can he say it? Do you really think that such existences are fools?

There was a lot of discussion among the group repairers.

But at the next moment, the expressions on everyone's faces suddenly froze.

However, Gu Changqing hardly hesitated.

A few drops of blood from the heart condensed directly.

The blood was purple, and the divine lines overflowed, and the surrounding was filled with terrifying and infinite coercion. In the virtual space, it slowly revolved, and the terrifying aura shattered the time and space between the heavens and the earth.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror, the eyes of all the monks suddenly shrank at this moment.

"Heavenly Emperor, he really changed..."

"Just for that shred of hopeless hope?"

Everyone was incredible and unbelievable.

At this moment, Bai Su's eyes flickered, and she looked at Bai Qing'er.

There was a trace of envy in those eyes.

After blending with her previous memories, she thought that in Gu Changqing's heart, her status was the highest.

But never thought, it seems that this woman named Bai Qinger also has a position not to lose to her in Gu Changqing's heart.

But then, her eyes dimmed again.

Compared to this woman's indifference, she is indeed a lot bleaker.

They all have blood feuds from their close relatives, and it seems that Bai Qing'er, a woman, is even more serious than the blood feud she bears.

But after all, she couldn't be like her, desperate for the Emperor of Heaven.

In an ancient bronze mirror.

The old man obviously did not expect that this evil star, who was carrying an ancient bronze coffin and made many restricted areas and immortal realms feel terrified, would be so decisive.

In his thinking, after he said this condition, there must be some coercion.

Unexpectedly, this evil star was so decisive.

The old man put away the blood in his heart, looked at Gu Changqing with complicated eyes, and said, "Since you believe in the old man like this, the old man will not lie to you.

"Have you ever heard of a witch?

The old man asked a question first, and then he pondered: "In the southern borderland, in the mountains of 100,000 miles, there is a clan hidden in it, called the Wu clan.

"The Wu people have lived in that mountain for generations."

"I passed by there when I was young, and I saw with my own eyes that the head of the Wu clan, with three souls and seven souls, is a reversal of the living dead!"9

"In this world, the living dead are an act against the sky, which is unprecedented in history, so this incident has left a deep impression on this old man.

Gu Changqing's face was pale, and when he heard the old man's words, he froze for a moment: "Thank you."

He dropped two words and abruptly tore open the nothingness and left.

Behind him, facing this man who gave him 30% of his blood and blood, and thanked him before leaving.

The old man also had a complicated expression, standing there without moving for a long time.

Among the hundred thousand mountains.

Gu Changqing forged ahead against all odds.

In front of him was an endless forest of forests.

Here the forest is deep and dense, the plants are thick and terrifying, there is thick smoke and poisonous miasma everywhere, and the forest is poisoned by insects and beasts.

In this dense mountain forest, I don't know how long I have walked.

Gu Changqing's eyes finally opened up, and a vast tribe came into his eyes.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

The monks stared at the tribe where Gu Changqing belonged, and their eyes moved.

A monk said, "I've heard of the witch tribe."9

"This is a very small race in my Beixuan Continent.

"According to legend, in that mountain, a terrifying existence is sealed, called the witch god."

"The Witch God is an extremely terrifying primordial existence with a monstrous viciousness. Once it is born, it will be a floating corpse, and all living beings will become the puppet of the Witch God."

"Wizard monks rely on absorbing the power flowing from the witch god to strengthen themselves, and their destiny is to suppress the witch god from generation to generation. 35

Listening to the cultivator's words, the group of cultivators' eyes were moved.

The monks in this world, although the strong can burn mountains and boil the sea, and annihilate countless stars with a flick of their fingers, but such things as longevity and reverse life are undoubtedly the shackles of this world.

Even if he is as strong as the emperor, he still cannot escape the shackles of life.

And the secret techniques of the living dead, no matter where they are placed, are extremely hot things for the monks.

Gu Changqing stood on a high slope and looked out. The mountain he was on was like a towering city wall, stretching for thousands of miles, blocking the entire north.

Clouds and mists are looming in the mountains, revealing the original atmosphere of the vastness.

As far as his eyes can reach, is a vast plain.

The rivers are densely covered, the fields are planned into small squares, and different crops have different colors, which are assembled into magnificent oil paintings.

Among the fields and plains, figures as small as ants are busy, casting nets, catching fish, or cultivating fields.

One after another thatched huts and yellow mud huts are scattered among the mountains and fields, forming large or small buildings.

The scenery is beautiful, like a huge village with no competition from the world.

Gu Changqing turned the bronze coffin behind him.

Step into this tribe.