More and more monks are rushing here. Like Liu Wuxie, they are also attracted by the green-haired rat.
Looking at the strange altars around him, Liu Wuxie frowned.
This altar is the largest one he has ever seen, covering several kilometers in radius.
Each stone house seems to have no rules, but in fact it forms an aura of dark clouds.
They are all related to each other. The monks who are close to each other are wandering among the stone houses.
For the several witch gods I met before, the altars built for them by their tribesmen after their deaths can help them resurrect through the power of the altars.
The Tianwu Witch God who appeared not long ago is completely different from the Witch Gods he met before. He actually built a resurrection altar by himself.
Liu Wuxie was not sure whether Tianwu Witch God was dead or alive.
If you can build a resurrection altar on your own, you must be alive.
What Liu Wuxie saw just now was just a skeleton, proving that Wu Wu God was dead.
In less than a moment of tea, thousands of monks gathered around.
Some of them entered the city in advance, half a month before Liu Wuxie, and rested in the big city for several days.
"Yesterday we chased them here, and those green-haired rats disappeared. It's the same today."
There was chatter in the distance, and it seemed that this was not the first time the green-haired rat had appeared.
They had encountered similar things before, and the green-haired rats suffered heavy losses.
The only thing that Liu Wuxie couldn't figure out was that the space inside the Temple of War was already a dead place. Every green-haired rat died and one was lost. If they reproduced normally and ate each generation, they could still survive.
Now the situation is reversed, a large number of green-haired rats have been killed, and it is no longer possible to reproduce indefinitely.
There was only one possibility: these green-haired rats attracted them here deliberately.
Thinking of this, a trace of horror flashed in Liu Wuxie's eyes. Could it be that Tianwu Witch God wanted to use the altar to sacrifice everyone and use the power of these people to resurrect himself.
This is true for the Gonggong Witch God, Shebi Corpse Witch God, and Humiliation Witch God that I encountered before. Especially the Gonggong Witch God, who absorbed countless blood before he woke up from the ancient city of Loulan.
"There's a shamanic atmosphere here."
Suddenly a loud sound came from not far away, Liu Wuxie quickly turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound.
There were actually people who, like him, guessed that there was a witch master and witch god entrenched here.
The speaker was a tutu holding a red Zen staff. This person was a disciple of the Blood Mist Temple. He should have a very deep Taoist practice. Looking around, a faint blood-red halo formed around him.
"Witch Clan?"
The monks around him came over one after another, wanting to know more clearly.
The Blood Mist Temple is a super large sect in the Immortal Luo Realm. It has been passed down for countless years and is even older than the Baguio Palace.
Baguio Palace belongs to a new sect and can only be inherited for ten thousand years, while Blood Mist Temple has been inherited for nearly a million years.
They have even experienced several major changes in the Immortal Luo Realm. Every few hundred thousand years, the pattern of the Immortal Luo Realm will undergo a major change. Many super first-class sects cannot escape this disaster and fall into the dust of history.
For example, the Longyuan family was a super first-class family back then, but now it has become a first-class family, and all its disciples are sent to Baguio Palace for training.
"Master Zijue, tell us, what is the Witch Clan?"
Someone knew this Daluo Jinxian disciple from the Blood Mist Temple and spoke in a respectful tone.
The disciples of Blood Mist Temple like to be called master the most. Even the little outer disciples are called master wherever they go.
Others agreed one after another, and they had no time to spare anyway.
They searched this deserted city for several days, but they couldn't find any treasures, let alone the Great Book of Mysteries.
In addition to Master Zijue, there were also several disciples from the Blood Mist Temple, headed by Master Zijue.
Master Zijue's cultivation level is extremely high, reaching the seventh level of Daluo Jinxian. In addition, he is a disciple of a super first-class sect and has super strong fighting power. The average ninth level of Daluo Jinxian may not be able to defeat him.
"When the world first opened, all things were in chaos. Various gases were born in the world, and witchcraft was one of them. After countless years of gestation, many creatures absorbed the witchcraft and evolved into the first generation of witches..."
Master Zijue did not hide anything and told everything he knew.
The Wu clan looks completely different from other races, such as Dijiang, who is naked as fire and has six legs and four wings.
Jumang has a bird face and a human body, and its feet are riding on a western dragon.
Zhurong, animal-faced person.
Liu Wuxie obtained the human-faced demon body from Long Qingshan and had already refined it.
Gonggong, who has the body of a python, was awakened by Liu Wuxie from Loulan City.
Xuan Ming is a ferocious giant beast.
Houtu, human body and snake tail.
…
Liu Wuxie remembered every witch god in his mind.
But there are some witch gods who look very similar to humans, such as Tianwu witch god, whose figure is very similar to humans.
"I know this. It seems that when the world first opened, not only the witch energy was born, but also the immortal energy, divine energy, devil energy, chaotic energy, creation energy, and Hongmeng energy. It was also at that time that all major races continued to emerge.
come out."
Among the crowd, a Daluo Jinxian spoke.
Master Zijue nodded and acknowledged the monk's statement.
Witch energy gave birth to the witch clan, divine energy gave birth to the god clan, fairy energy gave birth to the human race, and devil energy gave birth to the demon clan.
Speaking of which, all races have the same destination. They just absorbed different gases from the world and evolved into various races.
Creatures with crawling limbs prefer demonic energy. The more they absorb, the more their bodies become demonized.
The first generation of demons were not what they are now. They were very similar to humans, because the place they lived in was poor in fairy energy, but rich in demonic energy. Over time, they absorbed a lot of demonic energy, and they became the size of the demon clan today.
After countless years of reproduction, a situation where thousands of ethnic groups finally emerged.
Including human beings, the earliest human beings discovered in Xianluo Realm were not what they are now. At that time, human beings were short in stature, had small heads, and had underdeveloped limbs. They had to travel for a long time and even had to crawl.
After generations of evolution, we have reached the prosperous and prosperous age of mankind today.
It is the nourishment of immortal energy that makes human beings grow stronger and stronger, gradually surpassing other races.
Naturally, other races do not recognize the status of the human race, such as the gods, demons, etc. They believe that they are the masters of this world because they have reproduced longer than the human race.
After Master Zijue's explanation, everyone basically understood the existence of the Witch Clan.
"Master Zijue, according to what you just said, the white skeleton that appeared should be the Witch Clan."
A man from the Golden Immortal Realm asked Master Zijue.
"It's very possible. The only thing I can't figure out is why this witch can still move freely after he should have been dead for a long time."
Although Master Zijue guessed that the Tianwu Witch God was from the Witch Clan, the reason was unknown because he had never seen a real Witch Clan.
Unlike Liu Wuxie, he not only met him, but also refined it, and he also had a friend from the Wu clan.
"I heard that the Wu clan is strong
Incomparable, they were born countless years earlier than us humans. If we can capture him alive and study the laws in his body, it will definitely be of great help to us monks."
The monks around him started gearing up, with excited smiles on their faces.
"Since the Witch Clan was born at the beginning of the world, then his body must contain the Law of the Beginning. This is very important to us."
More and more monks joined in, and the Law of Taichu has long since disappeared in the long river of history, and can no longer be found in the fairy world.
If they can get a ray, it will give them the power of the ancient god of war.
In ancient times, the monks at that time were much more powerful than they are now.
The strange thing is that suddenly one day, all those powerful gods of war disappeared. I don’t know where they went, as if they had entered another universe that was more powerful than the fairy world.
Liu Wuxie once asked Master Tian Daoren, but he couldn't explain clearly. Maybe there is a higher plane than Lingyun Immortal Realm.
Whether it is true or false, no one knows.
After hearing the Law of Taichu, the surroundings exploded.
A smile appeared on the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth. The Law of the Beginning had long since disappeared. Just now he glanced at Tianwu Witch God with the help of the Eye of Heaven's Punishment. There was no Law of the Beginning in his body.
After countless years of multiplication of the Wu clan, the first generation of the Wu clan has long since died. The Tianwu witch god who appeared is not the first generation of the Tianwu witch clan, but maybe the second generation, or the third generation, or even older.
Of course Liu Wuxie would not expose him, after all, he was just a small Yuanxian realm, and making a fortune quietly was the way to go.
A Principle of Absolute Beginning aroused everyone's emotions, and some even began to lift the stones, hoping to find the Tianwu Witch God.
Liu Wuxie used her ghost eyes to look around, a trace of solemnity flashed in her eyes.
The body retreated step by step. He was currently at the edge of the altar, and most of the monks were gathered in the middle area.
With his current level of cultivation, once he is deeply trapped in the altar, he will never be able to escape intact.
The best way is to wait for them to both lose and reap the benefits yourself.
With a shake of his body, Liu Wuxie appeared a thousand meters away, sitting on a wall and watching quietly.
"Found the green-haired rat."
An exclamation came from behind an altar, and a golden fairy opened the stone and saw a green-haired rat showing its head.
Just as he was about to draw his weapon and kill the green-haired rat, the green-haired rat suddenly came out of the cave, like lightning, and bit the monk's nose directly.
"Ahhh...my nose."
The monk whose nose was bitten screamed in pain.
No matter how he caught the green-haired rat, the green-haired rat refused to let go, and his neck was stained red with blood.
"Crack!"
From a long distance, Liu Wuxie could clearly hear the snapping sound of a broken nose. The whole nose was bitten off by a green-haired rat. The scene was extremely cruel.
The monk lost his nose, a big hole appeared on his face, and blood spilled on the ground like a fountain.
The monks' physical bodies are extremely powerful, and ordinary monsters cannot break through their defenses, but their noses, ears, and eyes are their weak points.
The monk who was bitten could not reach the golden fairyland of Daluo and could not regenerate his limbs. He could only take out the elixir, crush it and sprinkle it on the wound.
The blood was still flowing, and the green-haired rat seemed to use a toxin in its body to prevent the wound from healing.