For ten years, Shang Jiu has been living in the Ministry of Commerce. He became a slave, doing the lowest things and the dirtiest work, but this did not defeat him. In order to resurrect Xiao Yu'er, he must become the strongest
The wizard.
In order to become a wizard, even if he became a slave, he would seize all the time to learn witchcraft. In order to become a wizard, he once knelt down and crawled under a wizard's crotch just to learn a difficult syllable. In order to become a wizard
, he eventually became the most despised corpse-carrying person in the Wu clan.
He began to enter the battlefield of the witch clan. Here, there were many corpses left behind by the witch clan's war. They died of witchcraft. The corpses were all carrying various curses. Once touched, they would be contaminated with all kinds of bad luck.
But Shang Jiu didn't care. As long as he became a wizard, it didn't matter even if he was plagued by misfortune. Another ten years passed. Shang Jiu was already in his thirties. He finally learned most of the shaman characters.
From the corpse of the wizard, many fragmentary witchcraft materials and even many broken witchcraft scriptures were found. With these materials, he finally became a real wizard.
He also became the only corpse-carrying member of the Bafeng tribe who lived past the age of thirty. At this time, no one dared to laugh at him or humiliate him. For ten years, Shang Jiu carried countless corpses, both incomplete and complete.
, these corpses have already infected him with extremely terrifying curses and bad luck.
He has become the source of misfortune for the Eight Winds tribe. No one dares to talk to him, no one even dares to come within ten meters of him.
Shang Jiu felt very satisfied. Without anyone to disturb him, he had more time to practice witchcraft. Of course, no matter how hard and tiring practicing witchcraft was, he would go to Xiao Yuer's grave every day.
, clean the dust on it, and present a bouquet of the most beautiful and best flowers.
But one day, Shang Jiu discovered that Xiao Yu'er's tombstone was broken, and was stepped on by the blond boy.
"Shang Jiu, after all, you are also a bastard recognized by my father. There is also a trace of noble blood flowing in your body. But look at what you have done in these years. Not only have you become the lowest corpse-carrying person, you have also continued to
For twenty years, I have dedicated flowers to a lowly slave. You have disappointed me so much. Why did you, a lowly creature like you, have to be born in our Bafeng tribe? Why should you become my father’s son? If I were you, I would now
He will die, just like the bones in the ground!"
boom!
In front of Shang Jiu, the blond boy not only destroyed Xiao Yu'er's tombstone, but also shattered the entire ground, turning it into nothingness. Shang Jiu's last hope, the last glimmer of light, also disappeared.
His eyes suddenly became as black as night.
There was a bright and dazzling smile on his face. Shang Jiu said nothing, no anger, no struggle.
He just silently and carefully cared for the flowers in his hands. He decided to leave the Bafeng Tribe. Outside the tribe, alien beasts were rampant. Many of them had the blood of gods or demons. Among them, the leader of the alien beasts was even the great witch.
Don't dare to provoke them. Thousands of powerful Wu clan men will die from the mouths of strange beasts every year.
Shang Jiu thought he would die like that, but luckily, the bad luck and curse he had carried for ten years, and even the many strange beasts, did not have an appetite for him. This gave Shang Jiu a glimmer of hope to rise, and he
The body carrying began.
This time, he was carrying the corpses of strong men who died from the mouths of strange beasts. The breath of curses on his body became more and more terrifying. At the same time, through the materials collected from the corpses of these strong men, his witchcraft also made rapid progress.
.
Another ten years passed like this.
Shang Jiu was already forty years old. He finally changed from the smallest wizard to a great wizard comparable to the God of War. He decided to go back for revenge.
In ten years, he lost a lot. The only thing he didn't lose was a bouquet of withered flowers in his hand. Holding this bouquet of flowers carefully, Shang Jiu returned to the Bafeng Tribe.
In forty years, the blond boy has turned into a blond young man. He has also become a great wizard. He has surpassed his peers and become the strongest genius of the Eight Winds Tribe and the eight castes. Today, he will be a noble from the Ministry of Commerce.
, and became the leader of the entire Eight Winds tribe.
The blond young man is very proud. From today on, he will become the king of the Wu clan. His bastard brother has already died outside. From now on, no one will dare to accuse him of having a bastard brother.
Laugh at him and humiliate him.
But at this moment, a person that no one expected came back. The aura of doom that filled his body and his eyes that were darker than the night sky made the people of the Eight Winds tribe unforgettable for the rest of their lives.
"It's Shang Jiu, this bitch, he's not dead yet!"
"What, the eldest brother of the leader of the Bafeng tribe is actually a bitch, or the lowest corpse-carrying person?"
The other tribal leaders who came to congratulate were all in an uproar.
"Shut up, he is not my eldest brother, he is just a pariah! Why do you have to live? A bastard like you shouldn't live, let alone be my eldest brother!" The blond young man was angry, and the first thing he saw when he saw Shang Jiu was
At first glance, he killed him to get rid of this brother who had never acknowledged him.
Shang Jiu smiled, his smile was a bit cruel like a beast, but his tone was also gentle in grief.
"Forty years, Xiao Yu'er, I can finally avenge you. He destroyed your cemetery, then I will destroy him and this unfair world!"
kill!
An extremely terrifying battle broke out between Shang Jiu and the blond young man. Shang Jiu's witchcraft was very terrifying. It was a terrible witchcraft that he had practiced after thirty years of carrying corpses and working with strange beasts. He just used one move and it was over.
He severely injured the blond boy and killed all the masters from the Shang Department who came to support him. Just when Shang Jiu planned to kill the blond boy and destroy the Bafeng tribe.
Some of the other leaders who came to watch the ceremony took action. They were all great witches, and they could not tolerate a half-witch who had cultivated to the same level as them. This was a bloody battle, and a fierce battle.
Shang Jiu killed seventeen golden-skinned witches with one person's power, but he himself also suffered tragic injuries, but he did not retreat. Under the extremely frightened gazes of the other witches, Shang Jiu carried a bloody
Bone Claw, step by step, is about to kill the blond young man.
"You traitor, I won't die yet!"
Shang Jiu's father took action. He came from a distance with more powerful witches. He was the first one to kill Shang Jiu. His hand turned into a ghost claw and killed Shang Jiu's body on the spot.
The golden skin peeled off bloody.
"Father, I'll give you back what's due!"
Shang Jiu did not resist and allowed the father in his eyes to peel off his golden skin. Then, dragging his seriously injured body, he rushed towards the blond young man who was also seriously injured.
"kill!"
At this moment, the seriously injured blond young man on the ground suddenly disappeared and turned into a broken puppet. At the same time, another intact blond young man walked out proudly from a distance, "Shang Jiu, do you think I
Don’t you know, there is an old witch who is proficient in prophecy, who has predicted this day, and a bitch like you will never be able to kill me!"
"I will kill you, I will definitely kill you. Also, I am not Shang Jiu, because I am... Ye Fei, I want to... wake up!"
boom!
Memories were like a tide. Just when many great witches were about to kill him, Shang Jiu's dark eyes suddenly struggled out with a purple-gold light, and then a sword shadow with a destructive aura appeared in his hand.