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Chapter 144 Snow Mountain

The Daxue Mountain is located in southern Xinjiang, where heavy snow falls all year round. The climate at the top of the mountain is extremely cold, and there is no sign of it.

Zhao Xin walked against the wind, like a stream of light, at an extremely fast speed. According to the time conveyed by Li Jiancheng, the mysterious place would be opened today. He must hurry to avoid letting others get there first.

Comprehending the void, he opened the Emperor River Heavenly Vein. Its speed was unparalleled in the world, and it was at the peak of this world. Soon, he saw the ice and snow-shrouded holy mountain, where dozens of miles around were covered with ice and snow, and it was silent.

Destroy all things and no one can survive.

This is the holy land of the shaman tribe in southern Xinjiang. Every year, countless people come here to make pilgrimages and ask for the blessings of the ancestral shamans.

People in southern Xinjiang believe in the legendary Twelve Ancestral Witches. There are tribes of various sizes here, but they have a supreme ruler.

Witch King!

That was a legendary being who had lived for hundreds of years. Under his leadership, the people of Southern Xinjiang were united as one. Even though the Central Plains dynasty was extremely powerful, their cavalry had never conquered this land.

The Southern Territory is located in the plateau area, and the living environment is very harsh. The land is vast and sparsely populated. However, everyone respects the Witch King as a god and advocates fighting. Every warrior of the Witch Clan is not afraid of death and regards dying in battle as the highest honor.

At the same time, each of them is extremely devout and is a believer in the Ancestral Witch Cult. Every year on the pilgrimage day, they will put down all their affairs, and then set out from home without saying a word. On the long road, they will walk for five days.

Kneel down at every step, bow at every ten steps, pray devoutly towards the Holy Mountain, and keep moving forward.

The Daxue Mountain is a sacred mountain and a place of faith. The people of southern Xinjiang worship there day and night, which is also the purpose of Zhao Xin's trip.

It took him half an hour to travel across thousands of miles to the southern Xinjiang area. With a calm expression, he stood on the top of the snow-capped mountains and strolled under the snow and ice.

At this time, a piece of jade appeared in his hand, which was left by Li Jiancheng. A clear and bright sound suddenly sounded from it, resounding throughout the whole world. The whole body of the jade stone was glowing, and a large number of runes appeared in the void.

Build a large formation.

The light is very warm, emitting wisps of hot sparks, like torches burning in the dark night, lighting up regularly on the holy mountain, seeming to stir up the mysterious power in the dark.

Suddenly the earth shook in vain!

This holy mountain that towers into the clouds and has existed for thousands of years is actually trembling!

Zhao Xin was slightly surprised. The large formation formed by the jade stone in his hand directly enveloped this huge holy mountain. The two were constantly resonating, forming a terrifying scene. A large avalanche occurred, and it accumulated for thousands of years.

The snow rolled down at this moment, seeming to flood the land of southern Xinjiang.

Not only that, the wind and snow that had lasted for thousands of years suddenly stopped at this moment, and instead, thousands of brilliant rays of glow filled the air.

"What happened? Is this a natural disaster?"

"Someone must have offended the great ancestral witch, and now disaster is about to happen!"

"Oh my God, the Holy Mountain is shaking like never before. What the hell happened?"

"Hurry and report to His Majesty the Witch King!"

Countless pilgrims under the holy mountain looked horrified and looked up. The top of the mountain was filled with colorful clouds, and the snow poured down from the mountain. The white snow rolled down from the top of the mountain like the Yellow River breaking its dam.

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"Run quickly, there's an avalanche!"

"Don't panic, just kneel down and pray!"

"Every one of us is a citizen of the ancestral witch. As long as we pray sincerely, nothing will happen to us!"

"Great Ancestral Witch, please calm down..."

At the foot of the mountain and on the mountainside, the group of devout believers calmed down after a while. They closed their eyes one by one, knelt on the ground, and worshiped towards the holy mountain. They ignored the tribesmen who were swallowed up by the wind and snow in front of them.

The snow was rolling in and he ignored it.

On the top of the holy mountain, Xin Zhao shook his head. The people in the entire southern Xinjiang have been brainwashed. They are too pious and have lost their own will. They will only blindly follow the instructions of the so-called "god".

Not long after, the ice and snow on the top of the holy mountain melted, and everything returned to calm, revealing the true face that had been hidden by ice and snow for thousands of years. On the top of the mountain, you could clearly see a huge gap opening, forming a darkness.

The whirlpool was accompanied by flashes of thunder and lightning.

"Is this the rumored entrance?"

Xin Zhao followed the words left by Li Jiancheng and used the jade in his hand to open the entrance to the secrets of the world.

His spiritual consciousness was huge, and he wanted to dive in to see what was going on, but he couldn't. His spiritual thoughts were directly swallowed up by this dark whirlpool.

But he can still feel that there is a different world on the other side of the dark vortex, which is very different from this world. The spiritual energy there is very majestic and full of various spiritual powers. Deep in the earth, he can still vaguely

Discovering a majestic force, even he felt a little frightened at the moment. It seemed that this was not a safe place.

But Xin Zhao will not back down. He seeks wealth in danger, and it contains a supreme good fortune, which makes him extremely excited. If this trip is successful, then he will open the last heavenly vein, the Zhujiu Yintian, which symbolizes the avenue of time.

pulse!

Without any hesitation, his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness.

After he left, the disaster on this land has not stopped. The avalanches continue, the snow rolls, and now the river is rushing down, and it has already submerged the entire mountainside. There used to be devout believers who were prostrate and praying, but now they have completely lost the breath of life.

, perhaps in their eyes, this is not a sad thing, but just a return to the embrace of the great ancestral witch.

This was earth-shattering news, which spread quickly and reached the majestic Potala Palace, where a great king lived.

The highest ruler of the Witch Clan, His Majesty the Witch King!

At this moment, on the throne at the top of the central hall of the Potala Palace, a majestic figure is sitting here, with billowing black mist emitting from his body, covering all directions, and vaguely, a figure can be seen.

Zhang Shengsheng's beautiful face, with red eyebrows and silver hair, and extremely deep eyes, seems to reflect the sun, moon and stars, bearing the endless vicissitudes of life.

This man is the legendary Witch King. His cold face remains unchanged forever, never showing a trace of emotion.

He lived for a long time and experienced the rise and fall of many Central Plains dynasties, but he still exists here, more than seven hundred years have passed!

Like a guardian spirit, he has been protecting the land of Southern Xinjiang, shielding it from wind and rain, and destroying all invading enemies. He is not only the king of tens of millions of people in Southern Xinjiang, but also a living god.

At the bottom of the steps, tribal leaders were all paying homage.

"Your Majesty the Great Witch King!"

Everyone knelt down and chanted.

"Please tell me, Your Majesty the Witch King, not long ago, a great change occurred in the Holy Mountain. The ice and snow accumulated on it for thousands of years suddenly poured down, and the top of the mountain completely collapsed. Thousands of people of the Wu clan who went on pilgrimage were buried under the mountain.

Under the wind and snow.”

The speaker was a young tribal leader. His body was constantly shaking, his pupils were shrinking, and he was in a state of panic. He was convinced that this big change was an ominous sign. Perhaps the Twelve Ancestral Witches were angry and wanted to punish him.

The people of Southern Xinjiang will kill everyone.

After hearing this report, the man on the throne finally had some emotional changes. The Witch King frowned, and a faint flame ignited in his deep eyes. This was not anger or fear, but a kind of excitement.

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"This is not the anger of the ancestral witch, but its gift. People covered by the wind and snow will be summoned by the great ancestral witch, and their souls will enter the embrace of the ancestral witch and enjoy eternal bliss."

The voice of Witch King Hongda sounded slowly, carrying a magical power that could calm people's minds. The voice gradually became distant and drifted far away, reaching hundreds of miles away and even covering the entire southern Xinjiang.


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