Three thousand years can change a lot of things.
The growth of the new generation of the Xuantian Great Witch Clan has also reached a high level, especially that of the Great Si Quan, whose leadership power has been fully demonstrated. Under his governance, the clan has gradually grown, and strong men have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
Although the power of the ethnic group is still not comparable to what it used to be, it is already pretty good compared to Wanggu Continent at this time.
As for the war outside the Jueshen Formation, the same is true.
As the spider-shaped god fell into sleep, although the gods under his command were also powerful, Jiuli, as the ancestral witch of this generation, even surpassed his father in his own qualifications.
Under his leadership, each of the great witches of the Xuantian Great Witch Clan, risking life and death and no matter the cost, finally repelled the gods who tried to invade their clan outside the Jueshen Formation.
This is a great victory that can be recorded in history.
While other ethnic groups in Wanggu suffered from the calamity of the gods, the Xuantian Great Witch Clan successfully repelled the invading gods and protected their homeland.
So, in order to celebrate this great victory, the chief minister personally went to the Wangzu Tower and knelt down to the sky there.
With a sincere expression and even more excitement, he went to invite the ancestral witches and all the great witches who had fought for the ethnic group to go home.
In order to welcome the ancestral witch back home, the great Si Quan, together with the famous people in the clan, arranged a feast at the place of Xuantian Si Quan.
On that day, countless members of the tribe cheered for him, and together with Chief Si Quan, they shouted the word "go home."
These two words resounded through the sky, spread throughout the world, and were also heard by Jiuli and his subordinates outside the Jueshen Formation.
Their emotions also fluctuated. After three thousand years of fighting, many of their partners had perished, and the remaining ones were already extremely exhausted.
If it were any other time, their hearts would still be firm and they would not take a step back.
But now that he has won a great victory, the spirit has receded, and his homesickness has become more intense.
They also have descendants in the mortal world, and they also want to set foot on their homeland again and see the people they have protected for three thousand years.
But in the end, Jiuli refused.
He cannot return with all the great witches at this time, because he is not sure whether there will be a counterattack from the gods' side. He wants to completely open up a safe situation for the ethnic group in his lifetime.
Therefore, he took a pleased look at the tribe in the Jueshen Formation, silently withdrew his gaze, sat cross-legged outside the formation, and continued to protect the tribe.
Outside his body, a nine-headed dragon appeared, surrounding him in all directions. This was his witch form.
The other great witches were also silent, suppressing their homesickness, and each released their own witch forms.
Looking from a distance, one can see a huge ferocious beast, showing perseverance and continuing to protect it.
Even if they die in the end, they will die in the war to protect the group. Even if they die, they hope that their souls can integrate their souls and wills into the Jueshen Formation like those of their companions who have sacrificed over the past thousands of years.
Inside.
To survive and protect the tribe.
Even in death, we must protect him.
Time passed again, another two thousand years.
Over the past two thousand years, although there have been occasional attacks by gods, under the protection of Jiuli and the great witches under his command, they have been unable to invade in the slightest. It seems that in these troubled times, the territory of the Xuantian witch clan has become a forbidden zone for the gods.
By this time, the fully grown-up Chief Si Quan led his ministers and countless tribesmen to the Ancestor Watching Platform again, where he knelt down to the sky again.
Please ask the ancestral witch to go home.
Countless voices came out, calls to go home, filling the world.
That is the call of the tribe, that is the desire of the tribe.
Outside the Jueshen Formation, each great witch opened his eyes and stared at his hometown across the formation.
Looking at the statues built in my hometown, they are their statues.
Five thousand years...
Finally, their eyes turned to their leader, Jiuli.
Jiuli was silent for a long time, then opened his eyes. He wanted to refuse, but looking at the companions around him, he felt their fatigue and thoughts. Some of the words Jiuli refused could not be said.
So, he sighed, nodded, and stood up.
Take most of the great witches and go home.
This is the first time he has left the Jueshen Formation after the death of his father Wu, and the first time he has returned to his hometown.
The moment he arrived at Xuantian Siquan, cheers resounded throughout the world, countless people knelt down, and countless excitement filled the world.
Looking at these, Jiuli's heart was filled with waves. After five thousand years of fatigue, there was also warmth, and his figure fell on the earth.
However, he never expected that this time, the clan he trusted so much, the clansmen who had protected him for five thousand years, and the successor he valued so much would prepare a bloody ending for him.
He never came out of this place of power again...
Because it was a trap specially prepared for him and the great witch under his command, a conspiracy that had been planned for thousands of years.
The place where he and his subordinates were welcomed became a burial ground.
The person he trusted so much chose to cooperate with the gods, and for thousands of years, he silently arranged an array of gods.
This is a killing formation, a sealing formation, and a divine subjugation formation.
When Jiuli and his men arrived, the formation was activated.
That day, the entire place of power was filled with blood.
That day, the great formation of the absolute gods that protected the Xuantian Great Witch Clan collapsed.
That day, the spider god, who had recovered from his injuries to a certain extent, came again, and with him came his subordinate gods.
That day, the wails and crazy roars from the land of power spread in all directions.
Death has become the main theme in this place of power.
Jiuli's heart was filled with grief, anger and madness. The feeling of being stabbed in the back by his guardian made him bitter, confused and angry.
But the outcome is already determined!
Without the Jueshen Formation, coupled with the cooperation inside and outside, and the cold help from those tribesmen.
All the great witches under his command died tragically one by one. Even if he exploded here, it would only cause the spider-shaped god to be severely injured again.
And he himself died in this bloody backstab in the end.
His corpse was sealed deep in the earth, and the god in the form of a spider personally suppressed it, absorbed his flesh and blood, and used it to restore himself.
The blood, flesh, and broken souls of his dead subordinates spread in all directions and merged into this land of authority.
But the formation here still has not dissipated and has become eternal...
The ancient wind gradually faded away, and the music accompanying the funeral songs also dissipated.
Xu Qing opened his eyes.
The anger rising in his heart comes from the resentment in the memory fragments and the pain of being betrayed by a trusted group.
This was not his emotion, but it was extremely strong.
He knew that this emotion came from Jiuli.
Xu Qing was silent and slowly calmed down his mind. After a long time, he suppressed the emotions coming from Jiuli and looked a little complicated.
Although he had made some guesses before, now that he was truly aware of the history of the memory fragments, he had a deeper feeling for Jiuli and this land.
Although Jiuli's memory ends at the moment of death, Xu Qing can imagine what happened next.
Several years after Jiuli's death, ferocious beasts appeared in the place where he died, nourished by the broken flesh and soul of those great witches.
They have different shapes, but they are all full of viciousness, full of ferocity, and extremely vicious.
Because resentment is at their core.
And no matter what form they take, in fact... they can all find similar origins in the great witches who protected the ethnic groups back then.
The witch form is originally like a ferocious beast.
As a result, this former place of power also had another name.
Mountains and seas.
Xu Qing finally understood the origin of the ferocious beasts in the mountains and seas.
At this moment, I looked around, looking at the place where this clan once held power.
After a while, Xu Qing took a deep breath and wiped away the last trace of emotion from Jiuli in his heart.
He is Xu Qing, not Jiuli.
At the moment of erasure, Xu Qing's expression returned to calm, but he still had one question.
According to the history of the memory fragments, the Spider God finally chose to seal Jiuli's corpse and absorb the power of his flesh and blood to restore himself.
But what Xu Qing saw was that the spider god was sealed by the three gods of the sun, moon and stars.
"There will be other history later... When will the three gods arrive?"
Xu Qing pondered, and after a while he stopped thinking about it, because what was more important now was to take out the last skull.
Although the eight skulls have given him the qualifications to leave and contain the gray mist, now that eight have been taken out, the ninth one...Xu Qing doesn't want to give up.
If you want to do it, do it to the extreme.
A faint light flashed in Xu Qing's eyes, and he made a secret with both hands. Suddenly, the purple crystal trembled, light shot out, and eight skulls flew inside and arranged to form Chen Erniu's formation.
Only this time, instead of fishing with five, eight skulls were used to pull the last one!
Soon, the eight skulls spread out ripples and collided with each other to form a black hole, which reflected the ninth skull.
Xu Qing immediately made a secret, and the moment the magical power of fishing in the well spread out and turned into water, he raised his hand and fished it out suddenly.
But the moment he touched the ninth skull, an astonishing wave suddenly spread out from thousands of feet below the mud.
The shrine thousands of feet below began to tremble violently, and a terrifying aura rose up.
This aura was earth-shattering. The moment it appeared, the entire Jiuli Forbidden City began to tremble, even affecting the outside world and spreading throughout the mountains and seas.
In an instant, the mountains and seas roared, the color of the sky and the earth changed, heterogeneous things rose, blurred and distorted, occupying everything.
It’s as if the broken face opens its eyes!
The countless ferocious beasts in this large area were all trembling, their eyes were red, and they were wailing and roaring filled with resentment.
The hundreds of thousands of Yanyue monks who were hunting here, no matter what their cultivation level, felt unprecedented fear in their hearts at this moment, their expressions changed drastically, and they didn't know what was going on.
Jidongzi, among them, was flying with the sky at this moment. Under this sudden drastic change, his figure suddenly stopped, his breathing became rapid, and his expression changed suddenly. After sensing it, he suddenly looked towards Jiuli Forbidden City.
He could feel that the source of this fluctuation was within Jiuli!
At any other time, he wouldn't have thought too much, but what came to his mind now was the scene of Xu Qing stepping into Jiuli.
An inexplicable uneasiness arose next.
This chapter has been completed!