When the morning light first rose, Qilidong had completely changed. No one knew that the Miao people in a corner of the southern border experienced the miserable and bloody night last night.
Of course, for the simple Miao people in Qilidong, this was an unforgettable night. Their relatives and friends were murdered by demons, and all they could see were the cold and broken corpses of their old friends. How could it be described as tragic!
"Woo..."
Someone was crying miserably, and the voice was desperate and mournful, lingering throughout Qilidong. The simple mountain village of the past is no longer there. There are not many familiar friends left. In addition to the children and women who were hidden in the cave by the patriarch in advance, there are not enough survivors now.
10%, this is the misfortune of the entire ethnic group. In a sense, the Miao ethnic group can even be regarded as suffering from genocide.
"Ahem!"
A violent cough sounded from halfway up the mountain. A stooped and old figure struggled to sit up, but in the end his face turned pale, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he fell to the ground again.
"Great Priest!"
Some Miao people exclaimed that a group of monsters attacked last night, and the great priest was the hope of the entire ethnic group. With his old and skinny figure, he protected the last ray of blood of the entire Miao ethnic group!
After the black jade bone staff was robbed, the high priest was seriously injured. However, when the demons were dancing wildly, the great wizard still struggled to stand up, consuming his life potential and killing countless demons.
It can be said that if there was no great wizard last night, there would definitely be no living person in Qilidong at this time.
So at this time, the living people worshiped and respected this old man and the patron saint of the ethnic group to the extreme.
Nothing can happen to this awesome old man, the high priest.
"High Priest, are you okay?"
Everyone was crying and ran towards the platform where the high priest was.
"Cough cough cough..."
A series of violent coughs sounded, and the high priest was bleeding from all his orifices. His wrinkled face looked sallow, like a dying man, extremely miserable.
"Ahem...I...ahem...it's okay..."
The great wizard spoke, his old voice full of fatigue. It was just a few words, and it was extremely laborious to speak. This shows that he consumed too much last night and overdrawn his life potential.
"Woo hoo... the great priest and the clan leader are gone too!"
Some people mourned and cried loudly. The clan leader took the lead in fighting the demons last night and was torn into pieces by the demons. At this time, even the whole body could not be found.
How could the great wizard not know about this? At this time, he could only keep his sadness in his heart. He had more important things to do.
The black jade bone staff was snatched away by the demon. The demon in the Hundred Thousand Mountains is about to resurrect and return, and there will definitely be a catastrophe in the world.
At this time, he must lead the surviving people to survive and wait for the wizard god to come and clear away the darkness in the world.
But according to his current state, his life potential is severely overdrawn. Can he still wait until the legendary day when the gods come?
The great wizard felt sad in his heart. He was full of expectations to meet the greatest god in legend in person, but can his wish still come true now?
As the supreme belief of the ancient witch clan, the witch god is a god in myths and legends. Every descendant of the witch clan admires him, and the great wizard is no exception.
Even as a rare inheritor of witchcraft in the world, the witch god is a kind of spiritual sustenance for the great wizard. For countless years, the entire ancient witch clan has worshiped every day and prayed every month, and has persisted for thousands of years.
After a long time, the gods from ancient legends finally came to this world. This is the good fortune of all the people in this world.
But just when the gods are coming, when the witch god's glory is about to shine on the world, he is dying and can't hold on for much longer. How can this not be a pity?
Even the fog of immortality that has troubled the world for thousands of years may be broken and solved in this life. As a great wizard who has practiced for hundreds of years, he is about to pass away at this time. Dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust.
Earth, this had to make him feel extremely bitter.
However, looking at the tribesmen running toward him in front of him, each with worried and caring expressions on their faces, the great wizard could only sigh heavily.
He had no regrets about expending his life potential to protect his people last night!
"Maybe this is the darkness before dawn?"
The great wizard sighed slightly again, with a look of hope on his face. He looked at the sun slowly rising in the distance, and saw bright sunshine shining down, dispelling the last ray of darkness between heaven and earth, and bringing endless warmth to the world.
"The witch god bless you, the witch god bless you!"
The great wizard murmured to himself, tears falling from the corners of his eyes, mixed with the blood stains on his face. At this time, he looked bleak and old, which made people feel heartbroken.
Hundred Thousand Mountains, on the cliff in front of the Black Forest.
At this moment, Xu Zifan's body was filled with powerful witchcraft power and a strange aura filled the air. One by one, witchcraft that had disappeared from the world for thousands of years reappeared in his hands.
He has been sitting here for several months. During this time, his whole body and mind have been integrated into the mysterious and unpredictable witchcraft, and he is completely unaware of everything happening in the outside world.
Witchcraft is different from any other method he has practiced in the past. It is profound and mysterious at the same time. It has opened another door for him on the path of spiritual practice, allowing him to see different stunning scenery.
Witchcraft is a spell based on witchcraft, and what is witchcraft?
Through these few months of practice, Xu Zifan has roughly concluded that the so-called witchcraft involves the soul, the principles of the prosperity and decline of heaven and man.
Human beings are subject to birth, aging, sickness and death, so are plants, animals and animals. Even heaven and earth are subject to birth, aging, sickness and death. Nothing is like this!
Witch power is the power gathered by intercepting the rise and fall of all things. This kind of power is the most mysterious and unpredictable, making it difficult to guard against.
And what is different from the cultivation of Taoism is that cultivation of Taoism focuses on refining Qi, so cultivators are also called Qi Refiners, while practicing witchcraft mainly focuses on condensing witch seals and carving them on the body.
The one who has condensed thirty-three witch seals is a sorcerer, the one who has condensed 108 witch seals is a wizard, and the one who has condensed 360 witch seals is a witch saint. This is what the ancient witch clan in this world has to say about witchcraft.
The method of dividing the artistic realm.
At this moment, Xu Zifan recalled the witchcraft aura of the Great Wizard of Qilidong, and could roughly estimate that the Great Wizard had condensed more than 250 witch seals.
The comprehensive combat power of the Great Wizard is equivalent to that of the Upper Clear Realm in Middle-earth. As for whether the Wizard Saint has reached the Great Clear Realm, Xu Zifan also has some guesses.
Among the ancient witch clans in this world, there was an amazingly talented and beautiful woman, the Linglong Empress thousands of years ago, who was also the creator of the Beast God.
According to records, this empress's witchcraft reached the peak of her powers, and her witchcraft reached the level of a witch saint.
As for the Linglong Empress, her combat power started in the Taiqing realm. From this, it can be seen that the so-called Wizard Saint realm is the target of the Taiqing realm in the Middle Earth.
As for the realm after the Witch Saint, it is unknown. According to the records of the ancient witch clan, there is no one who can become a Witch Saint throughout the ages. As for what the scenery will be like after the Witch Saint, it is simply unimaginable. Maybe there is a realm of the Witch God in the legend.
However, this realm is also a legend among the ancient witch clan, and no one can tell whether it is true or not.
In fact, even in the world of Middle-earth cultivation, Taiqing Realm is a legend, and as for the realm after Taiqing Realm, no one knows at all.
At this moment, the reddish light in Xu Zifan's eyes flashed away, and he raised his hand gently, only to see a series of strange black marks floating in his hand, like ghost drawings, looking up and down, and uncertain of disillusionment.
In addition, there are countless marks all over his body, densely packed and flowing with an inexplicable aura, which looks weird and terrifying.
These marks are the witch marks that Xu Zifan has obtained through hard training in the past few months. They are the purest collection of witchcraft power. There are 486 marks in total. They are far more than the great wizard and have already reached the realm of witch saint.
This kind of cultivation progress can be said to be rare in ancient times. At least in this world, no one in the records of the ancient witch clan can compare with it.
Xu Zifan's ability to practice witchcraft at such a speed is due to three factors.
The first point is that at this time, under the influence of the tower-shaped strange fruit in the sea of consciousness, Xu Zifan had extraordinary understanding and unparalleled talent, far exceeding the so-called geniuses in the world.
Of course, the tower-shaped strange fruit has also been consumed a lot in these few months, and now there are only four floors left.
The second point is that the practice of witchcraft involves the soul, and Xu Zifan's soul is condensed and the soul is extremely powerful. It can be said that it is unparalleled in the world. Therefore, in the process of practicing witchcraft, he has naturally made great progress and made an astonishing progress.
As for the third point, it is the most important reason. It is precisely because of the method of condensing witchcraft power in the Blood Curse of Heaven and Earth Returning Together. The witchcraft power condensed by using the Blood Curse of Heaven and Earth Returning Together is not only majestic and vast, but also extremely pure.
Use it to practice witchcraft and condense witch seals, and everything will come naturally without any hindrance or stagnation.
It is precisely because of these three reasons that Xu Zifan can achieve a state that others may not be able to achieve even if they practice hard for hundreds of years in just a few months.
"When it comes to witchcraft alone, I wonder if I can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Linglong Empress or the Beast God at this time?"
Xu Zifan thought to himself that at this moment, he was a master of witchcraft and mysticism, and after months of hard training, his achievements in witchcraft alone were no less than what he had achieved in refining Qi, and even exceeded it.
The past few months of hard training have improved his overall strength by a large margin, especially his ability to defend against enemies, which has become countless times richer than before. In terms of witchcraft cultivation alone, he thinks he is no weaker than he was a thousand years ago.
The Linglong Empress, and her overall strength is definitely far beyond her.
At this moment, the divine light in Xu Zifan's eyes shone. At this time, he could definitely run rampant in this world. Even if the Qingye Patriarch of the Qingyun Sect was resurrected and took control of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, he would be able to do so without fear. He could even
Fight and win.
"Perhaps with the strength you have at this time, you can return to the earth world?"
Xu Zifan clenched one of his palms, visible to the naked eye. Between the palms of his fingers, hair-thin black electric lights crackled, and there were more circles of black ripples visible to the naked eye as he clenched his palm, centered on his fist.
It spread out in all directions, as if the entire void was rippling with the force of his grip.
"Boom!"
The surrounding stone walls were touched by black ripples, cracking instantly, and the entire cave began to shake. Huge boulders fell, but it was about to collapse.
At this moment, the talismans all over Xu Zifan's body flickered and turned into a black smoke in the blink of an eye, shooting out of the cave.
The next moment, in front of the cliff, black light smoke transformed, and Xu Zifan's figure appeared and stood in the sky. Behind him, a loud rumbling sound came, smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the cave completely collapsed.