Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

Ancient bronze mirror.

One hundred thousand mountains, witch land.

Gu Changqing came across the sky, but the richness of the former witch land has disappeared, and the 100,000 mountains have disappeared.

Like a bleak wind blowing, one night, people are different.

Above the nine days, heavy snow was sprinkled with goose feathers, and the red ground was frozen.

The vast and endless coercion is raging, and the mountains are like duckweeds, all of them are suspended in the air, and they cannot sink at all.

In the seal where the witch god was once, countless terrifying auras raged, making it impossible to detect the scene.

The ancient and mysterious power pervades this world, revealing the breath of the ancient world, and in the distant world, there is a magic cloud that stuns people.

On the earth, countless creatures have red eyes, gnawing on the same kind, green plants and even soil.

This is a mighty army of witch gods.

They were infected by the power of the witch god, lost their intelligence, and could only rely on instinct to act, becoming the puppet of the witch god.

This is a shocking picture.

"The rumors are true, the recovery of the witch god will be a catastrophe, all living beings will become puppets of the witch god, and the whole world will be engulfed by the power of the witch god."

Outside the bronze ancient mirror, a cultivator sighed with emotion, his voice trembling.

They had never seen this level of terrifying power.

Even though I had heard early on that the witch god was terrifying, and its power could wipe out the intelligence of living beings, seeing it with my own eyes was another matter.

In an ancient bronze mirror.

Gu Changqing walked in the void space, step by step toward the depths of the witch land.

He stared at his feet, his eyes a little complicated.

He vaguely remembered the scene when he first came here, with a primitive style, high mountains and clear water, and mud houses.

I vaguely remember the simple witch and the kind old woman.

But now, everything has been destroyed.

After the Witch God was revived, the people of the Witch Tribe became the first victims, and they were simply unable to resist the power emanating from the Witch God.

Xuan Que's eyes were also filled with sadness.

Although when he left that year, there were some resolute and some disheartened.

But she is the saint of the witch clan after all, and the people who live here are the people she protects.

"Roar".!"

They were discovered by the puppets swallowed by the power of the witch god beneath their feet.

Roaring at them, the shaman lay on the ground in a beast posture.

Gu Changqing frowned, and the speed of the flying divine light accelerated.

Shuttle into the mist, and soon Gu Changqing came to the depths of the witch land, where the seal of the witch god used to be.

The majestic ancient formation has long been broken, and the void is filled with broken formations, and it can be seen that there is a huge abyss on the ground.

That's where the beam of light hit.

distance.

A young man dressed in white stood in the void with his eyes closed.

His black hair was loose, and his brows were full of hostility. He was very handsome, but his face was bloodless, like a dead person.

"..."

Xuan Que's body trembled for a while, and she murmured, her eyes filled with sadness.

It was this voice that made Gu Changqing determine the identity of the young man in front of him.

In the past, Xuan Que once said that when he and the Son of God sealed the Witch God together, the body of the Son of God was taken away by the Witch God.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a huge statue of god appeared in the sky, like the ancestor of the creation of the world, majestic and inviolable, looking down at the common people.

Its surroundings are filled with endless evil spirits, and the power of Mingu is scattered.

"What the hell is this!

Outside the ancient bronze mirror, the group of cultivators felt a terrifying coercion just by watching, and not many people could even stand.

People with weak cultivation bases can't even look directly at this scene. Even the powerful elders, even the great emperors, no one can keep calm.

Hard to imagine.

Just looking at each other through the bronze ancient mirror, the group of cultivators would have such a feeling in their hearts.

"This is the law of the witch god, it is the true body of the witch god!

A monk is explaining.

But this explanation is even more startling.

Such a huge figure filled the entire sky, and he patted it down with one big hand, enough to cover the vast Antarctic land.

"How could his dharma look be so terrifying? The immortal realm is not really a god, right? This is too terrifying..."

Everyone was stunned, and being looked down on by this huge god, they felt an indescribable terrifying pressure, like ants looking up at the gods.

Everyone looked pale and trembled involuntarily. This was a natural suppression, and it was derived from the instinctive fear of the soul.

"shortage!

"Even if you help me get out of trouble, I will not thank you, if you dare to come here, I will still not be soft on you!

The youth whispered, and the majestic ancient divine voice came out.

Like the sound of the Great Dao, it is deafening, and the language is extremely complex and ancient, making it impossible for people to understand and hear it clearly.

Just being able to perceive his will and understand what he said.

`He is talking, talking to another immortal, that immortal is called 'Huang'? 99

"Could it be that the immortal who has been confronting the Heavenly Emperor for hundreds of years is 'Huang'?

From the whispers of the witch god, the monk outside the bronze ancient mirror clearly understood some information.

It's not hard to speculate.

These words are obviously not addressed to the Heavenly Emperor and the others, so they are naturally talking to other people, and it seems that there is only another immortal who can talk to an immortal being.

"witch!"

"After being suppressed for so many years, the years still haven't worn away your pride?"

"If it weren't for me, you would never be born, and you would sleep in the seal forever."

"Which one of the immortals I'm waiting for is not a chaotic hero? Life is endless, and you don't follow the rules and you are free. You are immortal, but you are the most useless immortal in history! You still deserve to be proud of me?"5

The same majestic voice (Wang Nuo's) resounded, but this voice came from outside the realm.

"enough!"

"I know your calculations, you are no better than me!"

"Dangtang is immortal, and you are helpless in the face of a gatekeeper, what qualifications do you have to talk about here! If you were not forced to be helpless, how would you be willing to help me break the seal!

"If you dare to come to Beixuan, I will find you and wait for the settlement!

The witch god made a deafening sound of thunder, obviously angry.

The voice outside the domain did not respond.

Instead, he sneered a few times: "Guardian, are you satisfied with this great gift?"

This is no longer about the witch god, but about Gu Changqing.

Suddenly, the terrifying aura from outside the domain disappeared.

At the same time, the witch god opened his eyes wildly.

He first looked at Xuan Que, and then at Gu Changqing.

"Saint, the gatekeeper..."