Fang Ling followed Lan Sheng all the way to the core of the Lan tribe, the Altar of the Witch God.
This witch god altar is one of the two largest altars in Miao territory. Its history has been passed down for more than a million years, and it is already a supreme treasure in itself.
Here on the altar of the witch god, nine people are sitting cross-legged in mid-air, meditating and practicing.
The area within the altar is like an independent world, containing extremely pure spiritual power and soul power.
This was what Fang Ling perceived through the barrier. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be inside it.
The nine people in the Witch God Altar are the priests of the Lan tribe and the other eight elders.
Among these eight elders, only one is in the Kaiyang realm of Dzogchen.
The others were all in the Yaoguang realm, that is, the seven masters he initially perceived.
And the most terrifying thing is the woman at the center of the altar.
She is the real ruler of the Lan tribe, high priest Lan Yan.
Although Fang Ling couldn't sense her cultivation,
Because, just looking at her, I felt like my heart was beating with fear, as if I was facing an abyss.
He couldn't help but think that this woman might have transcended martial arts and reached the fairyland.
"Priest, this person claims to be under a death curse and has come to our Lan tribe to seek a solution."
Lan Sheng also stopped outside the altar and said loudly.
The reason why he didn't dare to go in was because he was not a pure member of the Lan clan, but came from the Daqian Dynasty.
His wife is none other than Sixth Elder Lan Yue who is practicing in the altar at the moment.
When the powerful people in the Lan tribe heard this, they all turned their attention to Fang Ling.
They had always been calm, but there were expressions of surprise on their faces.
Judging from their level, it can be seen that Fang Ling's strength is extraordinary, but the specific extent is still unclear.
What confused them even more was that Fang Ling's bone age was so young.
For a moment, I didn’t know whether the old monster was deliberately disguising himself, or whether he was really a young prodigy.
Fang Ling was about to say something, but in an instant, he was pulled into a different space alone.
Opposite him stood Lan Yan, the high priest of the Lan tribe.
As the most powerful person in the Lan tribe, her aura is very powerful and her eyes are very oppressive, just like an emperor.
Although she is an old woman, she looks young and beautiful.
The skin is well maintained, can be broken by blowing, white and tender.
Her figure is also top-notch, especially her beautiful legs, which are long and well-proportioned, neither skinny nor fat.
"It's incredible." Lan Yan stared at Fang Ling and murmured.
"What kind of existence can seal the death curse to such a degree simply by using the power of the soul?"
Fang Ling did not answer her, but asked: "I heard from your ninth elder that the priest knows the rebirth curse."
"I wonder if you can do me a favor and resolve my death-wishing curse?"
Lan Yan nodded slightly and replied: "Okay, but I would like to ask you to do a favor for my Lan tribe."
"What are you busy with?" Fang Ling asked.
Lan Yan said eloquently: "There is a holy place in Miao territory, and it is called the Temple of Witches."
"This witch temple is left by the ancient witch clan, and it contains the supreme inheritance of my witch cultivator lineage."
"It can be said that all the spells spread in the Miao territory originate from this witch temple."
"The Witch Temple will be opened every thousand years. If you enter it, you will have the opportunity to obtain the inheritance of the Witch Clan and obtain new spells."
"But not everyone can enter this witch temple. There are restrictions inside the temple."
"As long as the bone age exceeds fifty years, it will be blocked and unable to enter."
"After entering the Witch Temple, there is still a long way to go before we can reach the place of inheritance."
"In the past, the children of my Lan clan and the people of the Chuan clan would fight here. In the end, only the strong ones would be qualified to inherit."
"In just three days, it will be this once-in-a-thousandth big day."
"Unfortunately, in the past few decades, our Lan tribe has not had a descendant with high martial arts value."
"But in the Sichuan tribe, an incredible genius has appeared."
"This person's name is Trump. He is only thirty-one years old. His cultivation has reached the late stage of the Tianquan Realm. He has also mastered the five witchcraft spells of the Chuan clan."
"This person is too powerful. He may be able to block and kill all the descendants of my Lan clan on that road."
"Although even I can't tell what state you are in."
"But I know that your strength is definitely not inferior to this monster from the Sichuan tribe."
"So I would like to ask you to lead a team to protect a person from my Lan tribe."
"Send her safely into the temple, and finally protect her from safely evacuating."
"Regardless of whether you can do what I said, as long as you agree to help, I will help you break this death curse."
"If I can really protect her, I will give you another reward and I won't let you suffer."
Fang Ling didn't have any doubts about what Lan Yan said.
Because he had already learned about the information about the Witch Temple from those miscellaneous biographies and Tur's mouth.
It's just that he didn't understand it that deeply.
It is not difficult to know from Lan Yan's words that even non-witch cultivators can enter this witch temple.
Maybe he can get some benefits from it, he has already coveted the witchcraft.
"I agreed to this matter." Fang Ling replied simply and neatly.
"Okay!" Lan Yan smiled slightly, then raised the green staff in her hand and pointed it towards Fang Ling.
Although the death curse has been sealed by the master, Fang Ling can still feel its existence.
But at this moment, the strange feeling completely disappeared, and he was sure that the death curse had been resolved.
Not only that, a pure soul power was injected into his soul, and his soul power soared at an extremely fast rate.
In an instant, his overall soul power level increased by more than half!
Seeing Fang Ling's surprise, Lan Yan said calmly: "The Rebirth Curse can not only solve the death curse."
"Its main purpose is to save the soul that is about to collapse or directly increase the soul power."
"It's a pity that every time it is cast, it will cause great harm to oneself, and most people cannot withstand the impact of the Rebirth Curse."
"Otherwise, with this spell alone, why would I worry about not being able to train a few strong young witch cultivators?"
"Thank you!" Fang Ling didn't expect that she would immediately help break the curse, which can be said to be full of sincerity.
"I will take you to find the target you should protect now. Don't mistake the wrong person then," she added.
She waved her staff gently, and the environment the two of them were in changed again, arriving in a quiet bamboo forest.
"Mom!" A young woman with a heart as big as a grapefruit but an innocent face walked towards them immediately.
Fang Ling carefully observed her charm and found that she was indeed very similar to Priest Lan Yan.
Her realm is not high, she is only at the early stage of Tianji realm.
If he were in Xuewa or Nanyang, he would be considered a genius.
But in Miao territory, it is not considered top-notch.
But for some reason, he felt that this childlike-looking girl was extraordinary, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Luo'er, let me introduce to you, this is..."
Lan Yan turned to look at Fang Ling, feeling a little embarrassed. Fangcai actually forgot to ask: "What's your name?"
Fang Ling didn't care and immediately announced his family status.