Let Go Of That Primordial Man

The plane of the primitive era, the central area of ​​the plain far away from the Luolei Mountains.

On the flat and endless plain, there is a group of mountains that covers a large area; its area may be insufficient compared to the entire Luolei Mountain Range, but if compared with any other area, it is really not much different.

The difference is that even the aborigines living in the most desolate and edge areas of the plains regard the aborigines in the Luolei Mountains as uncivilized aborigines, bumpkins who don't understand anything.

However, even those giant tribes who are qualified to live in the central area of ​​the plain and are admired and feared by countless people are full of deep awe for the location in the mountains.

For ordinary tribesmen, they only know that there is a group of omnipotent gods and men living here; only a few high-level people and witches in their tribe know that this is the location of the legendary witch palace.

It's just that in this group of mountains, there are many ferocious and abnormal high-level beasts that are kept in captivity by the witch palace, and there are even legends about the existence of monsters.

Outsiders who rashly enter this area without the guidance of the members of the witch temple will definitely be torn to pieces by these fierce beasts.

In the very center of the mountains is a towering mountain, and the Wudian, which has been passed down by word of mouth for countless years by the natives of the original plane, is halfway up the mountain.

This is a huge building complex composed of many magnificent stone palaces, covering an area of ​​more than ten miles.

If Master Niu saw this scene, he would definitely be amazed at how much labor and hardship it took to build this miraculous building complex in the primitive era without construction machinery.

Inside and outside the many stone halls, there are a large number of ragged slaves. Under the command of the steward wearing a linen robe, they are constantly cleaning and scrubbing the clean stone halls to make them spotless.

On the mountain outside the building complex, countless neat fields were dug out, and a whole animal pen was built in a valley at the foot of the mountain; tens of thousands of slaves were driven by whip-wielding supervisors. , working hard.

After their hard work, they can leave a little food that is barely enough for them to feed their stomachs, and the other more and the best harvest will be handed over to support the huge consumption required by the witch hall...

Behind the building complex, there is a small stone palace that looks relatively ordinary but is extremely heavily guarded.

A figure who looks like a middle-aged man is none other than You Ming, the master of the contemporary Wu Temple. He is sitting cross-legged on the meadow, and has fallen into a deep cultivation.

At the bottom of his head, sit cross-legged seven old men, don't look at them all with white beard and hair, and they are all very old; but as the seven elders whose power is second only to the master of the hall, they may be nothing more than a fluffy sentence. If the word is passed on, it can determine the life and death of a large tribe on the plain in an instant.

It stands to reason that as the training place of the top figures in the Wudian, the decoration should be extremely luxurious.

But in this unremarkable stone hall, apart from twelve tall stone statues on all sides and a stone platform for offering sacrifices, there is nothing superfluous at all.

Even the Hall Master and the seven elders who were cultivating in the stone hall were still as motionless as statues when they were cultivating.

The only proof that they are still alive is that they breathe once in a long time.

And the action of replacing the red jade coin with a new one after they hold it in the palm of their hand, after the blood-red ruby ​​coin is finally turned into powder as they absorb it.

But to be honest, the speed at which they absorb red jade coins is really far behind Master Niu's speed at eating radish sticks...

Suddenly, as if sensing something amiss, You Ming, the master of the witch hall, opened his eyes wide open first; followed by the seven elders who noticed the abnormality a step later.

The first thing they reacted to was to immediately look at one of the twelve statues inside the stone hall.

The statue is empty from the neck up and is the only one of the twelve without a head.

However, compared with the other statues, the remnant body of the statue holding the huge ax is full of fighting spirit. It is the statue of Xingtian Great Witch among the Twelve Ancestral Witches that is enshrined in the Witch Hall.

The mutation that happened at this time came from the statue of the Great Witch Xingtian.

The original stone statue had been shrouded in a layer of blood-red light at some point, as if countless fresh blood had just poured the statue many times.

Not only that, the few people present were affected by a crazy fighting spirit before they noticed the change; as time passed after they paid attention, the crazy fighting spirit grew to the point that they all began to panic stand up.

When this fighting spirit reached its peak, a wild roar that was deep in their consciousness suddenly resounded.

The range of this roar is extremely wide, the farthest point has reached the animal pen at the foot of the mountain, the closer the distance to the statue, the greater the impact.

The hall master You Ming, the elders and others were very powerful and their spiritual consciousness was extremely strong, so they were only dizzy for a while under the roar; but at this time, the fate of other people within the building range of the witch hall was quite miserable.

Witch priests of various levels belonging to the Witch Palace immediately vomited blood and suffered serious injuries amidst the roar that directly affected their spiritual consciousness.

Those guards, even though they had the strength of high-level totem warriors, were staggering like they were drunk.

The most miserable ones are those slaves who are just ordinary people. They died suddenly and silently amidst the roar; in an instant, thousands of slaves who were busy cleaning the building of the witch temple died all at once. clean up.

Even the slaves who were far away and were busy at the foot of the mountain were quite affected. They were flustered as if the end was coming, and quickly knelt down devoutly in front of the location of the witch hall, murmuring that they didn't know what they were saying What are you wearing...

After all the mutations disappeared, You Ming, the master of the witch hall, had an extremely ugly expression on his face.

He roared in his mouth: This is the drop of holy blood of Xingtian Zuwu, which has been fused, and it is the most perfect way of fusion, so that the statue of Zuwu has such a reaction; who will deal with the last thing? Yes, why do you say that the drop of holy blood was destroyed? Bring him here.

After a while, Luo Luo, the mysterious black-clothed woman that Master Niu had seen, was spread on the ground like mud.

Even during the process of being searched for souls, Luo didn't resist at all, but under such a cruel secret technique, his consciousness was irreversibly damaged, and his strength was greatly reduced in the end.

It's just that none of the people present would pay attention to this point; this is just a poor guy who is about to become a slave, or a poor guy who doesn't do his job well.

They all looked at You Ming, the master of the witch hall, waiting for his decision.

After thinking about it for a while, You Ming, the master of the witch hall, roared with big eyes: In the Luolei Mountains on the northern edge of the plain, there is a small tribe called Heishi, and their witch is called Master Niu.

Send someone useful to bring him back. If you dare to resist, kill him on the spot and bring back all the blood with secret techniques. The body will be completely burned to ashes!

When the seven elders heard the words, they quickly responded respectfully.