Bamboo Book Chronicle

This time the formation still failed, at least Wu Yueqing beside him was an anomaly.

"That's right." Wu Yueqing chuckled a few times. Among the twelve ancestral witches, she only knew Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, who had learned Chinese from Chinese textbooks when she was young.Gonggong crashed into Buzhou Mountain angrily, the Tianzhu collapsed, and Nuwa mended the sky.I really want to see what they look like.

"The twelve ancestral witches each have their own territory, and they rarely stay together unless they are offering sacrifices. Let's go to the altar to find the roots of the chaotic green lotus." Feng Xi said indifferently.

"That's good, why didn't anyone snatch it?" Wu Yueqing asked with wide eyes.

"With the seal of the Witch Gate, apart from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only the power of chaos or the original power of Qinglian can open it. Otherwise, even the Eastern Emperor can't help it." Feng Xi cast his eyes into the distance and said leisurely.

"Then can you go in?" Wu Yueqing didn't doubt Feng Xi's ability, but she heard that Feng Xi was an expert in the prehistoric world, and Feng Xi never mentioned herself.

"Naturally." Feng Xi nodded.

"Then why didn't you go before?" As his mind kept spinning, he always felt that there was a terrifying conspiracy, and Wu Yueqing asked another question.

After listening to Wu Yueqing's question, a strange misty smile appeared on Feng Xi's face.Her deep eyes slowly turned, why?She waited and watched for so long, but she also had expectations for the Great Formation of the Witch Clan. She wanted to see the day when Qinglian appeared in the world.The law of the Three Thousand Worlds has changed, and the rhizome of Qinglian cannot stay with the Wu Clan no matter what.

The violent atmosphere around has disappeared, and the monster and the spirit witch broke into the boundary without knowing it. On the wrecked ground, pink petals floated leisurely, and the branches extending from the ground grew extremely fast. The rosy clouds are full of a peach forest again, as if nothing happened just now.

Legend of the Lich ([-])

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In the center of a deep forest, quaint buildings are looming.Near the altar of the Wu tribe, the grass is lying low and swaying with the wind.There are several statues of wild and ancient relics standing around, and in the middle is a white jade platform, on which there is a green lotus in full bloom, flowing with light waves.

Wu Yueqing was drawn by a force deep in his heart, and rushed over without waiting for Feng Xi behind him to make a move.Someone approached, and the originally hidden sealing light wave slowly began to appear.The fingers touched the front of the head slightly, but they shuttled over little by little, and then, Wu Yueqing entered inside with his whole body.

Feng Xi, who was following behind, had a look of surprise and a little understanding, her expression fluctuated, and she followed in, somewhat expecting what kind of novel discoveries Wu Yueqing could bring her.The Great Formation of the Great Desolation, can Qinglian rely on this outsider to reappear in the world?It's just that without supreme merit, how could the law of the great way allow Qinglian to be in the world?It seems that for Qinglian to appear in this world, she can only create a supreme merit with her own hands.

When the seal of the witch gate was touched, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would be able to find out immediately.The previous Great Desolate Formation cost them too much vitality, and it was the power of chaos that could enter the altar, and they could not resist with their current strength.For a while, no one moved, they all wanted to watch the development of the situation quietly.

In the Temple of Rain, a woman with a cold face, dressed in red, leaned on the couch.There were two other people sitting on the side, one with a somewhat disillusioned indifference, and the other with a gentle smile.

"Xuanming, the seal of the Wumen has been loosened." Houtu's eyebrows twitched suddenly, his gentle smile was covered by worry, his eyes widened, and his eyes fell on the woman in red.

Xuan Ming just nodded lightly, she naturally also felt the movement around the altar, according to her ability, she can't see through the way of heaven, the only thing that can be calculated is the power of chaos entering the altar.His eyes turned to the expressionless woman, and he tapped his fingers on the couch, as if asking.

"It's the power of chaos, I want to take away the root of Qinglian." Nuwa opened her mouth, she can naturally see the form over there, the one with the power of chaos is Feng Xi, it's just the woman beside her Very, it seems that I have never seen it before. It is a human race, but there is no mark of reincarnation.

"Do you want to go there?" Houtu asked.

Xuanming just had a strange light in his eyes, and waved his hand: "Let them go." Among the twelve ancestor witches, Xuanming and Houtu were the most powerful, and Houtu always insisted on following Xuanming.

"Nuwa, don't you know something? In this prehistoric world, there is still the power of chaos. The Great God Pangu's Ax has been divided into three pieces, Qinglian has fallen, and the rest have fallen into the ancient universe. In this world, or still in this world?" Xuan Ming smiled lowly, looking at Nu Wa's cold face and asked, even though he knew that she would not come out with any answers.

On the altar, Wu Yueqing walked carefully, for fear of stepping on something and falling into a situation of eternal doom.Feng Xi became impatient looking at her cautious look, stepped forward and tapped on the green lotus.Cracks started from the lotus petals and spread around, and finally there was a crisp sound, and the fragments scattered around.On the bare lotus platform, a lotus stalk was lying at this time, dim and lusterless, without a trace of life.

"Qinglian..." Feng Xi murmured, touching her fingertips, a ray of light surged, she suddenly withdrew her hand, her eyes were filled with unimaginable pain.

Wu Yueqing couldn't notice the change in her demeanor, stepped forward and looked at it with disgust, grabbed the stem, and asked, "Is this the shit?"

"Presumptuous!" Feng Xi yelled, a ray of light in his hand hit Wu Yueqing's hand directly, the root fell to the ground, she wanted to pick it up, but was forced back to action by the sting.Standing with her hands behind her back, she had a cold expression on her face, ignoring Wu Yueqing's hurt gaze, and said in a commanding tone, "Pick it up, and follow me." Although she didn't know why, Qinglian Rhizome was not Repel Wu Yueqing.Feng Xi walked towards the exit, she didn't see Wu Yueqing's movement for a long time, but when she turned around, she saw her biting her lip and holding Qinglian root in her hand, standing there firmly.With a cold snort, Feng Xi just flicked her sleeves and continued to walk forward, as if she had decided that Wu Yueqing would follow.

But, Feng Xi, why are you so confident?Is it because in this prehistoric world, he is the only one he can rely on?Wu Yueqing was overwhelmed by various emotions in his heart, he just didn't move a step, and watched Feng Xi's back disappear into sight.

The situation in front of him suddenly changed, and he hid the rhizome of Qinglian in his arms, watching the dense clouds, and listening to the rumble of thunder.The wide green sleeves were blown by the wind, and the messy hair covered half of his face.In this vast world, there is only her figure standing.

A clear phoenix cry overwhelmed everything, and the golden phoenix feathers lingered in front of the eyes for a while, then turned into a woman in golden clothes, standing not far in front of her, and there was a sound of scolding.

"Who are you! How dare you break into the altar of my witch gate and break the seal of my witch gate!"

(Fives)

It was the delicate face of a girl in golden clothes, her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and the ends were raised upwards.A nine-jointed whip with golden light was wrapped around her hand, and when she waved it in the air, she brought out balls of scorching golden fire.

"Huh? It turned out to be an ordinary human cultivator." The woman in gold lingered on Wu Yueqing's body, showing a few surprises, and then shouted coquettishly, "What are you doing at the altar of my Wu clan? Did you see anyone else?"

Wu Yueqing's eyes were quietly uncertain, and he looked through the golden-clothed woman to a further distance, the direction where Feng Xi disappeared.She didn't answer, but her silence and ignorance made the girl feel angry.The long whip hit the ground, and the vegetation was burned immediately, leaving a piece of scorched earth smoking black smoke.

"I asked you something! Why didn't you answer." The whip rushed towards Wu Yueqing's body with force, and powerful force and pressure came towards Wu Yueqing.She stood there, her brows and eyes hurting from the strong wind.The God Killing Spear in his hand slowly took shape.Clenching his hands tightly, Wu Yueqing didn't know how to use the surging power, so he could only hold the gun across his chest.

She felt a pain in her chest, and the nine-section whip in the girl's hand got entangled with the nipple. However, the red light from the gun exploded, swallowing the golden light on the whip suddenly. It seemed that a faint green flashed, and the whip began to flicker. Little by little cracks were formed, and finally it was ground into fine powder.The woman in gold spit out a big mouthful of blood with a puff, pushed back a few steps, pointed at Wu Yueqing and said nothing else.this gun!It is an innate spiritual treasure, how could it be in the hands of a human monk!

Wu Yueqing in that room was not in the mood to pay attention to the reaction of the woman in gold.She felt that her entire body was being burned. In the Lingtai, there was a vast and chaotic world for a while, and the place she had lived in for a while.The body seemed unbearable and was about to explode.Blood gushed out from her seven orifices, and she had shrunk into a ball and rolled on the ground, tossing and turning.A green lotus imprint quietly bloomed on her forehead, and finally disappeared completely.

The woman in golden clothes stared at the miserable appearance of this human monk, she seemed to hesitate, but finally walked up, a long sword was conjured up in her hand, and she was chanting magic spells, as if balls of nirvana flames wanted to burn everything up.A sneak attack is disgraceful, but she has an ominous premonition that if one person is allowed to survive, then the Wu Clan will face annihilation!It's just that this human monk disappeared suddenly in the Nirvana fire, and blinked, as if she was the only one standing here from the beginning.

"It's fate." That