Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

Yan Fang believes that the work is a failure of landscape painter Youxiong, but others do not think so.

Just a few breaths after Fubao arrived, several streams of light came from afar.

The leader is Taishan Ji, who is in the Jindan stage and has a spiritual tradition. He can be regarded as the best person within a hundred miles.

"Yan Fang!"

Taishan Ji, as a Jindan cultivator, was the most sensitive to vital energy. He was afraid that something might happen to the Bear Tribe, so he was the first to rush over.

As soon as he saw Yan Fang and the scroll that was still connected to heaven and earth, he understood what had happened. While he was amazed, he also made some magic spells in his hands.

Several streams of magical power appeared, surrounding the outer edge of the scroll, combing the vital energy of heaven and earth, reducing the turbulence of the vital energy, and at the same time weakening the momentum.

"If you make any more noise, you'll attract demons!"

Taishan Ji, as a cultivator, knew a lot of things, so he immediately exerted all his strength to reduce the noise.

Fu Bao, who was standing by, saw that the two of them were communicating without saying anything, but he was thinking in his heart, how can Yan Fang's communication skills be so good? They must have only known each other for a day, but they are so familiar with each other!

"demon?"

This was the first time Yan Fang heard this word.

Seeing that he was confused, Taishan Ji explained it to him a little more.

Since the war between the wizards and the liches, many gods have been killed or injured, the heaven and earth have been damaged in many places, and the Dao patterns no longer exist.

The reason why the birth of Yan Fang's spiritual painting caused such a big commotion was not only because the incomplete consciousness of heaven and earth near the bear was intentional, but also because the vital energy was too chaotic and could not be coordinated.

At the same time, although there are saints, major clans and powerful people to suppress them, there are still some places where evil spirits and evil spirits leak out, and many creatures are possessed by demons, that is, monsters.

As the saying goes, a white-washed one is three points weaker, a blackened one is twice as strong, each demon is extremely powerful and irrational. Although there are saints' barriers, those demons are best at destroying the barriers.

It's not that the saint is not strong enough to control the situation, but that the barrier itself cannot resist those powerful beings who strike and leave without giving the saint any face. At the same time, not to mention the Mosquito Taoist who played tricks under the saint's nose during the Conferred God period, the demons also have magical powers such as entering dreams and trances, some of which may cause them to self-destruct as soon as you see them.

"I see. I was careless."

Upon hearing this, Yan Fang realized that he had thought the human tribe was too stable. He believed that this was an absolutely safe novice area and the only things he needed to guard against were some small bosses.

At the same time, some of Yan Fang's doubts were also answered.

Why can the human race rise among all other races? This kind of thing cannot be achieved by just "hard work". Reality is not a science of success.

To be honest, except for the ability to reproduce, the human race is weaker than other races in all aspects. Even the fact that they have become saints cannot explain this. Are there not many races in this world that have become saints?

Now it seems that all the major clans and powers are busy dealing with the mess they have created, and have no time to intervene in the struggle for hegemony. It is very likely that even after tens of millions of years of hard work, their merits and demerits will only offset each other, and the human race with a clean foundation will gain some opportunity, although only a little.

"Where do those evil spirits and fierce demons come from?"

One doubt was answered, but thousands of new doubts arose. Yan Fang thought about the inconsistencies in his landscape paintings. If he could understand these problems, his painting skills might be able to go further.

"this......"

Taishan Ji was about to answer when he saw a black light descending. He immediately stopped talking, moved his feet, came to Yan Fang, and then bowed to the newcomer and said respectfully:

"Master Wu Zhu!"

One of the people who came was an old man with a hunched body, holding a snake-patterned staff, wearing a black cloak, and his exposed skin was covered with dark spots and wrinkles.

"Hmm? Could it be that you, Taishan, made this noise?"

The old man took a look at the scroll, then turned to look in the direction of Taishanji and Yanfang. Although he was asking Taishanji, his slightly cloudy eyes were staring at Yanfang.

Yan Fang, who was being stared at, felt that the witch's cloudy eyes were particularly bright, as if they could see through him. Although his aura was restrained, it made people feel the deep power within.

"This old man is a witch, he looks extraordinary at first glance"

Yan Fang had heard Xuan and the others talk about this shaman during the day. He knew that the shaman's name was Ji Ke. He also knew that the shaman's age was similar to Mao, less than sixty years old, but he had shortened his lifespan many times for the sake of the tribe, causing him to look abnormally old.

In their words, this person is a respectable person who masters many secret techniques accumulated by the Youxiong tribe since ancient times and can also communicate with the gods of heaven and earth.

Although he has no method of cultivation, he has the inheritance from previous generations. In the Youxiong tribe, his strength is not inferior to that of ordinary Jindan cultivators, and Jindan cultivators are the upper limit of this area.

"But why does it feel like I've seen this face before?"

Yan Fang thought to himself, although it was just a glimpse, the person's outline was imprinted in his memory, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had seen this person somewhere.

Before Yan Fang could figure it out, Taishan Ji replied:

"How could I make such a big noise? It's Friend Yan Dao behind me."

"He is a practitioner of painting, with amazing talent. He passed by Youxiong these days and stayed at Xuan's house temporarily. We met him today."

He explained the matter clearly in just a few words and also revealed the relationship between himself and Yan Fang.

At this time, Xuan also arrived at the hill. Although he was closer, he was still slower than the person in front of him, and there was still sweat on his body after exercise.

"Master Wu Zhu!"

Xuan glanced at the scroll and guessed what had happened. He first saluted the witch and was about to speak, but the witch looked at them with interest, but shook his head, stopping Xuan from speaking, and spoke first.

"Haha, Yan, this surname is rare. Are you the one who made the bet with Mao today?"

"Young friend Yan Fang is truly a talent! I haven't seen anyone at such a young age able to stir up the energy of heaven and earth in many years!"

Ji Ke's face was full of smiles, and the wrinkles on his face were almost squeezed together.

As a tribal shaman who has been on this land for many years, Ji Ke knows more than Taishan Ji.

"Master Wuzhu, you are too kind. It was just a coincidence."

He remained calm and humble on the surface, thinking in his heart that this witch's control over the tribe was definitely not weak!

Although he was a rare human painter, he did not join the Youxiong tribe, and he did not make a high-profile "visit".

These days are the days of the big market, and there are many talented people coming and going, not to mention people from other large tribes.

Logically speaking, the shamans and leaders should be the busiest these days, and there is no reason for them to pay attention to a small passerby like him.

But Wu Zhu knew about the bet between him and Mao and pointed it out specifically. He didn't think that an old scoundrel like Mao would go out of his way to make him famous.

"This is not easy. I have never seen such a good painting before."

Ji Ke smiled and wanted to say something, but when he saw several streaks of light approaching in the distance, he frowned again and unbuttoned his waist pocket.

"People from the outside tribe are coming. My friend Yan Fang, your painting is of great importance. You must keep it well and don't let anyone know about it."

A red light flashed in Ji Ke's hand and he chanted a few spells. The red light flew into the scroll and the surrounding heaven and earth energy quickly flashed into the painting under the attraction of the red light, helping the scroll to take shape completely.

Then several black lights flashed out of Ji Ke's pocket, and he rushed towards the people present with the scroll except Taishan Ji.

Before Yan Fang could react, he went straight back to the cabin in the forest.

......

Back at the cabin in the forest, Yan Fang held the scroll in his hand, and stared at the several ghostly figures in human or animal shapes dangling in the sky, slightly distracted.

"It's okay, the witch won't harm us."

Seeing him in a daze, Xuan thought he had misunderstood something.

"These ghosts are ghost servants summoned by the witch from the underworld. They are shielding our situation to avoid being discovered by other tribes."

Fubao also explained, looking at the scroll thoughtfully. If she had not seen it wrong before, the witch doctor seemed to have put in the human aura accumulated by the Youxiong tribe for hundreds of years...

"oh, I understand now."

When Yan Fang heard their words, he just nodded, still distracted.

He was not shocked by the magical power displayed by the witch. No matter how magical the prehistoric world is, it is not an exaggeration.

The reason why he was stunned was that he remembered where the sense of familiarity came from when he was watching the witch.

If you remove some wrinkles and spots, this shaman looks 90% similar to Liu Lao and Liu Lu from the Western Han Dynasty!

Coincidence? Past life? Doppelganger?

What is the connection between this ancient chaos and the Western Han Dynasty? Is it the same time in different time and space, or a coincidence in different worlds?