319 Obtaining the Treasure Golden Headed Crow and Entering the Valley of the Witch Gods ()
"Ah, no!"
A shrill sound rang out from the air, click, click, click!
Three consecutive thunderbolts came down from the sky, and the arrogant Gongsun Boqing was completely blown into dust and scattered in this world.
It was as if he had never come into this world.
Three Confucian purple divine thunders completely destroyed an old devil who was causing trouble to the world.
Seeing Gongsun Boqing being blown into pieces, all the Wu clan members present were stunned for a moment, followed by a burst of ecstasy. A land immortal actually appeared in their Wu clan. Doesn't this mean that their Wu clan has finally stood up?
At one moment, countless witches knelt on the ground.
"Meet the clan leader!"
The witch clan is so realistic, the winner is the king, the strong is respected. Feng Xuewen entered the land fairyland and became the third land fairy in the world. This gave all the witches present hope. Why do they have to live in this Wushan Mountain? They also have the great ideal of ceding land to become king and not respecting the court?
Is this ideal too much? Why can't it be realized?
Therefore, many people placed their hopes on Feng Xuewen. As long as Feng Xuewen was willing, their wishes could be fulfilled.
Feng Xuewen ignored them and didn't even look at them. He was already extremely weak at this moment. He stood there weakly, with the aftereffects of the explosion on his body.
The air is filled with the aura left by his Confucian legacy.
At this time, his body was close to collapse.
"Third Uncle!"
After hearing the call of "Third Uncle", Feng Hongyuan rushed up and stretched out her hands to hug Feng Xuewen.
But at this moment, Feng Xuewen reached out to stop Feng Hongyuan: "Don't touch me."
Hong Yuan was stunned and looked at him: "What's wrong, Third Uncle?"
Feng Xuewen said: "Don't touch me, just let me look at you like this."
"Uncle San, you?"
Hong Yuan looked at Feng Xuewen, her nose suddenly felt sore and her eyes turned red. Feng Xuewen smiled and said, "Why are you crying? This time no one will make you do something you don't want to do!"
Hong Yuan cried, "Uncle San, I, I just hope you can live."
Feng Xuewen followed up with, "What's the difference between life and death? It's just a matter of changing the place where you study."
At this point, Feng Xuewen stretched out his hand and instantly sucked out a lot of things from Gongsun Boqing's cave, including a bunch of medicines. Gongsun Boqing picked up a flower and pointed, and instantly a plant of Aconitum appeared in his hand.
Looking at the golden-headed blackthorn in front of him, Feng Xuewen waved and said, "My nephew!"
When Chen Jie heard Feng Xuewen calling him, he hurried forward and bowed respectfully. If Chen Jie had acknowledged Feng Xuewen as his uncle in the past, it would have been a step down in status, but now it would even be a bit of a step up.
After all, this is a land immortal in the world.
There is no immortal on land who is not the best in the world. Although Feng Xuewen's personality is not pleasing, one has to admit that he is also a genius of the world.
As for his character and destiny, Chen Jie expressed his respect for the destiny of others.
Feng Xuewen said, "This is the golden-headed aconite you wanted. I'll give it to you. As for the other herbs, you can take them if you like."
After hearing this, many people's eyes turned red. After all, the medicines left by Gongsun Boqing were treasures among treasures.
Chen Jie was also stunned when he heard this, because he found a lot of high-end herbs in it, and even some were prescriptions. With the help of these herbs, Chen Jie felt that he might be able to enter a higher realm. In addition, even if he could not use them, his subordinates would definitely be able to use them.
Chen Jie felt that using these medicines it would be no problem to give birth to one or two people at the Dragon Level.
This would solve the problem of insufficient experts in his power.
Chen Jie immediately clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, uncle."
Feng Xuewen said: "You don't have to do that. In fact, nephew, I have seen a little bit of your destiny in the long river of fate. Although you have been in constant crisis in your life, as long as you persist, you will definitely achieve success."
"I'll give you eight words: [Perseverance can carve a stone into gold]!"
"Perseverance can carve a stone."
Chen Jie murmured the eight words Feng Xuewen gave him, and he had a vague understanding in his heart that the path he was taking should be the right one. If Feng Xuewen really had a glimpse of the future with his omnipotent means, then what might he really experience in the future that would make him unable to hold on?
Chen Jie thought to himself, and at the same time strengthened his confidence.
Of course, in addition to this sentence, Chen Jie was more concerned about the pile of treasures left by Gongsun Boqing. At this time, Chen Jie walked over directly, unbuttoned his coat as a big bundle, and rolled up all the treasures.
Seeing this, some people from the Wu tribe became anxious and immediately came forward and said, "Chief, Chief, you can't just ignore us. Now those despicable Han people and Mulan people have already fought their way down the mountain. Our Wu tribe's foundation is about to be destroyed. Please help us, Chief, and save us!"
The Wu people's crying attracted Feng Xuewen's attention. Feng Xuewen turned around and looked at them and said, "Do you know why the Wu people have been living in hardship for so many years?"
Everyone in the Wu Clan was stunned and didn't understand what Feng Xuewen meant.
Feng Xuewen said: "Have you ever thought about what is holding our Wu clan back?"
The Wu Clan members were all stunned, looking at each other in bewilderment. Feng Xuewen said, "It is actually the inheritance of the Wu Clan."
"ah!"
After hearing this, everyone was stunned and looked at Feng Xuewen. Aren't you talking nonsense?
At this time, an old man from the Wu clan, who looked to be in his fifties and should be Feng Xuewen's uncle, spoke up: "Chief!"
Feng Xuewen looked at him, and the old man of the Wu clan said: "Although you have the ability to know everything, you can't slander the roots of my Wu clan!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the field was stunned and looked at Feng Xuewen. Feng Xuewen looked at him and said, "Root, what root do you mean?"
The old man from the Wu clan said: "Of course it is the inheritance of the Wu clan, the inheritance of the Wu God!"
Feng Xuewen said: "The inheritance of the witch god is, it is the foundation of our witch clan passed down from generation to generation, but have you ever thought about whether it is possible that this foundation has been hindering the development of our witch clan? Many of the sufferings of our witch clan are caused by this foundation!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other and looked at Feng Xuewen. The old man asked, "Patriarch, why are you talking nonsense?"
"The suffering of our Wu clan was caused by those outsiders. What does it have to do with inheritance?"
"Outsiders, you are right. The first thing we Wu clan members are taught is to be on guard against outsiders, because outsiders are always targeting us."
"Then let me ask you, why did those outsiders want to target us?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone said, "Of course, they are coveting our witch god's inheritance!"
"Yes, they are coveting our witch god inheritance!"
"Yes, the inheritance of the witch god!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience said that they were coveting their witch god's inheritance. Ever since the witch god left behind the inheritance with secret methods, every generation of the witch clan has been coveted and attacked by outsiders.
After all, this does not require any cost, and one can cultivate the inheritance of a great master of the Furnace Realm for nothing.
No major force wants to give up easily, so over the past few hundred years, almost all adult men in the Wu Clan have been fighting, fighting with all kinds of people who are trying to seek the inheritance of the Wu God by various means.
In recent years, the death rate of adults in the entire Wu clan has been as high as two-fifths.
One in five adult men will die fighting with foreigners after reaching adulthood.
The war has put the entire witch clan in a miserable state. Whose family hasn't lost two relatives?
Some were children who lost their parents, and some were even older people who saw their younger ones die. The last few hundred years for the witch clan have been tragic.
It was because Feng Xuewen saw this that he decided to change. At this time, he looked at everyone and said, "Yes, all of them are coveting our Wu God inheritance. As long as this Wu God inheritance is one day, the greedy and ambitious people outside will not stop conquering the Wu clan."
"Yes, today I can use some tricks to help you fight off the enemies coming from the mountain, but if we drive away this group of people today, there will be another group tomorrow. If we drive away the next group, there will be another group after that."
"There are only a few thousand people in the Wu tribe, and there are tens of millions of people outside. How do you expect us to fight against tens of millions of people?"
"One day, we won't be able to hold on any longer, and we will lose our inheritance and be exterminated!"
After hearing this, everyone in the field fell silent. That's right, as long as one day they can't bear it anymore, that will be the end of the clan!
And many people know that there will definitely be such a day, and no one can guarantee that they can always keep this gift from their ancestors!
Feng Xuewen pondered for a moment and then said, "The Han Chinese have a saying that goes, 'You can be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't guard against thieves for a thousand days.' Our Wu tribe is doing the work of guarding against thieves for a thousand days. We are using only a few thousand people to fight against tens of millions of outsiders. Such a tribe will surely be destroyed!"
Feng Xuewen had said this before, but many people thought he was a madman at the time. They all laughed at Feng Xuewen for overestimating his own abilities, being unrealistic, and wanting to give up his ancestral heritage. That was unfilial!
The one standing here and talking to them today was not the Feng Xuewen who had become stupid from reading too much, but the third land immortal in the world!
Therefore, after he finished speaking, all the Wu clan members looked solemn, and they listened carefully.
Sometimes it's like this, when you are of low status, no matter how reasonable your words are, no one will listen.
But when you are successful, even if you fart, others will regard it as a wise saying.
This is the change in discourse power brought about by the change in identity.
This is what happened to Feng Xuewen. When he said this as a land immortal, all the tribesmen stopped laughing at him and started looking at him instead.
At this time, someone said, "Then, Chief, what do you say we should do?"
Feng Xuewen looked at the person who spoke, it was the old man who spoke first. According to the seniority in the clan, he should call him uncle.
"Give up the inheritance of the witch god and break the curse that has lasted for hundreds of years!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. Give up the inheritance!
At this time, everyone looked at Feng Xuewen in confusion, and Feng Xuewen said: "Giving up this inheritance of the witch god is not a loss to us. On the contrary, it is beneficial to the development of our witch clan."
"Everyone, do you know what the price is for the inheritance of this witch clan from generation to generation?"
The Wu people looked at each other.
Feng Xuewen said: "It is the life span of our descendants. Do you know why our Wu people can't live past 60? It's not that our people are born with short life spans, but this inheritance absorbs the life spans of all of us Wu people to be maintained."
"Old uncle, you are fifty-six this year, right?"
Feng Xuewen looked at the person who spoke. The person was silent for a moment, then said, "Yeah."
"That means you have at most four years to live."
"I'm not afraid of death!"
The old uncle replied.
"You can be not afraid of death, but after you die, your sons, daughters, grandsons, and granddaughters will all die at the age of 60. Is this what you want to see?"
"this?"
"And you, who among you has no parents? Would you all like to see your parents die at the age of sixty?"
"You don't want to, right? You can live, who wants to die?"
"You couldn't do it before, but today I can help you. I can break this thousand-year curse. From now on, no one will die at the age of sixty. You can all live to the end of your life. Isn't this a good thing?"
"As long as we break this thousand-year curse, the men of our Wu clan will be able to go anywhere in the world. The outside world is full of turmoil. Why can't those with great ambitions aspire to become kings? Who knows, after many generations, the descendants of the Wu clan may be able to rule this land and become the emperor!"
"So go out and take a look. As long as there is no such inheritance, the Wu Clan doesn't have to defend this place. Go out of the mountains and take a look at the colorful world outside."
"As long as this inheritance is broken, our Wu clan will be in a poor and remote place, and outsiders will not be able to gain anything from it, so they will no longer come here to plot against us. We won't have to worry about thieves every day!"
"So everyone, do you still think that this witch god inheritance is good for us?"
After hearing this, all the witches were confused. After a while, one of them said timidly: "But without the inheritance of the witch god, how can our witch clan produce masters?"
After hearing this, Feng Xuewen laughed and said, "Master, what does this master have to do with you? Can the inheritance of the witch god be passed down to you?"
"In the end, isn't it still passed down through the lineage of our main house?"
After these words were spoken, the wizards in the field became even more confused. Yes, why had they never thought about this? The inheritance of the wizard god that they risked their lives to protect, to put it bluntly, has always been passed down in the main house. They, the side branches, have actually always played the role of cannon fodder!
So what have they been protecting all these years?
At this moment, everyone was stunned, and a new idea exploded in their minds.
Yes, it won't produce any masters, and it won't be passed down to their side branches, so what's the point of all this? What reason do I have to fight for this witch clan!
Seeing everyone like this, Feng Xuewen finally smiled.
"So, the inheritance of the Witch God has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it is time for him to complete his mission. But now he has become a shackle on our existence. If the Witch Clan wants to develop, they must want to destroy the inheritance of the Witch God. This is the law of destruction before construction!"
After hearing this, everyone fell silent. Feng Xuewen said, "I also believe that the descendants of my Wu clan will surely have greater development, with each generation becoming stronger than the last. They are not like us, where the pinnacle of our lives is just to inherit the legacy of the Wu God."
"So everyone, do you think we should break this witch god inheritance?"
After hearing this, there was a brief pause, and then a shocking cry was heard in the air: "Break, break, break!"
Hearing these waves of noise, Feng Xuewen smiled and said, "Very good, in that case, let's destroy him completely."
At this point, Feng Xuewen spoke loudly and said, "Friends down the mountain, please come up the mountain to have a chat. The disciples of my Wu clan will make way for the people down the mountain!"
Feng Xuewen's voice was transmitted directly, and as the sound waves went down layer by layer, it reached directly down the mountain.
The four masters of the Melting God Realm who were confronting each other were stunned for a moment, then they smiled bitterly and said, "Let's go. The land immortal of the Feng family has invited us, so we can't refuse him."
Hearing this, the four of them looked at each other, and then each led their trusted men to the top of the mountain.
They passed Wangchuan Pass. At that time, the commander of Wangchuan Pass was Feng Xuewu, the second son of the Feng family. When he heard the sound from the mountain, he was also hesitating whether to open the door. However, after thinking about it, he obeyed the order and opened the door.
"Open and close the door!"
Ka la la la…
As the sounds were heard, the heavy city suspension bridge was lowered, and soon after, forces from all directions gathered here.
The strength gathered this time is the Laughing Buddha Peng Yingyu, who leads three people, Ni Wenjun, Zhao Pusheng, and Xu Shouhui.
The next one is Liu Futong, the monk of Yushan: this time he is accompanied by Han Miaozhen, the immortal bird among the four Dharma Kings.
Then there was Qi Wang Li Siqi. This time, Li Siqi was followed by his subordinate, Li Bao, the military commander who had been chasing Chen Jiusi all the way. Another one was the leader of Kunlun Sect, Chang Xuzi!
Finally, there was the eldest master from Tang Sect. Behind him was a burly young man, tall, strong, with bright eyes, especially the right eye with two black eyeballs.
Eyes with double pupils.
That's right, this is the eldest senior brother of Tang Clan, Ming Yuzhen from Shu!
He is the most talented disciple of the Tang Sect, and has become a well-known figure in Shu.
Behind these people was a teacher, followed by two very beautiful female disciples. One of the two female disciples was named Ji and the other was named Ding.
This teacher is none other than Master Juemie, the head of the Emei sect who ranks third on the Earth Ranking.
At this time, a group of people followed the main force in a quick pace, followed by some other small sects' intrigues, which are not worth introducing in detail.
Anyway, a bunch of people went straight to Wushan.
"Second Master, are you just going to let these people go up the mountain like this?"
A Wu Clan disciple looked at the people below and couldn't help but say, "Who knows what the third brother is planning, but it's good that we can't hold on any longer, let the brothers take a break!"
As soon as these words came out, the younger brother behind him immediately said, "Yes, then I will let the brothers take a rest."
Feng Xuewu said: "Well, by the way, you bring two people with me to the mountain. I want to see what the third brother has become."
"yes!"
The younger brother responded and immediately called two disciples to go out, following Feng Xuewu to the Wushen Peak.
At this time, he happened to run into Peng Yingyu and others. Sword God Li Siqi glanced at Feng Xuewu and said, "Feng Xuewu."
Feng Xuewu looked at Li Siqi. Li Siqi looked at him and said, "You are a talented person. You can hold us off for so long!"
Hearing this, Feng Xuewu said, "That's all thanks to you guys. If you guys had come down in person, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to defend myself."
Li Siqi said: "Haha, don't underestimate yourself. Feng Xuewu, are you interested in developing in my Qi Wang Mansion? I will promise you the position of Pingzhang Zhengshi all the way!"
Feng Xuewu was stunned when he heard this: "The King of Qi is so generous that he just casually granted the position of Prime Minister to others."
The King of Qi smiled and said, "Talents are hard to come by. My greatest wish in life is to gather talents from all over the world!"
Feng Xuewu was stunned for a moment, then said, "Haha, the prince is really eager to recruit talented people!"
As he was talking here, Master Yushan on the side said: "Feng Xuewu, are you interested in coming to worship my Fire Cult? I can give you the position of Dharma King."
Feng Xuewu was stunned and looked at Liu Futong, "I heard that your Zoroastrianism only has four Dharma Kings, and now the number is full."
Liu Fu said: "Where is it full? The Dragon King Fang Guozhen has established his own sect and separated from my Fire Worship Sect, so we are in need of a Dharma King. Why don't you join my Fire Worship Sect? I will invite you to the position of Dharma King!"
Feng Xuewu didn't expect that he would be so popular, but he still refused: "Thank you for your kindness, but I still want to stay on Wushan Mountain to protect my people."
After hearing this, Li Siqi said, "Haha, if you want to go out for a walk, you must come to our northwest."
As soon as these words came out, Liu Fu said, "I also welcome you to Guangmingding anytime."
When these two were recruiting Feng Xuewu, Monk Peng, the Great Elder of the Tang Sect, and Tang Tong did not interrupt. There was nothing they could do. Their capital was small, so they could not afford such high positions and generous salaries.
So at this time, it was better not to say anything.
At this time, the group went straight up the mountain. As they walked along this side, they could see some clues. They saw that Zhao Pusheng and Xu Shouhui on Peng Yingyu's side instinctively isolated Ni Wenjun aside, and next to Zhao Pusheng stood Han Miaozhen.
Han Miaozhen and Zhao Pusheng are old acquaintances. When Peng Yingyu was still one of the three Zoroastrians, Zhao Pusheng was taken under his wing. At that time, Han Miaozhen was the one who was trained together with Zhao Pusheng.
It wouldn't even be a lie for these two people, who are in their forties or fifties, to say they were childhood sweethearts.
Therefore, the two of them became very close, and now they have a common enemy, that is Chen Jiusi.
The two of them came together because they both hated Chen Jiusi and formed a gang that hated Chen Jiusi.
However, Ni Wenjun was pro-Chen Jiusi gang and was directly isolated by the three people.
On the other side, King Qi's subordinates, Kunlun's leader Changxuzi, Li Bao, and Ming Yuzhen brought by Tang Tong formed a group and were having a great time there.
At this time, at the top of the mountain, Feng Xuewen called Chen Jiusi while waiting for these people to go up the mountain.
"Nephew!"
Chen Jiusi came over and said, "Uncle Master, please give me your instructions."
Feng Xuewen asked: "Do you want this inheritance of the witch god?"
Chen Jie was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't want it."
Feng Xuewen said: "Can you help my uncle a little more?"
Chen Jie was stunned and said, "Uncle Master, you don't want me to snatch the inheritance of the witch god away, do you?"
Feng Xuewen said: "No, I thought of a way to solve the inheritance of the witch god."
Chen Jie was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Feng Xuewen said: "This witch god heritage has been passed down for a hundred years, and each generation of witch gods will inject a part of their own power into it, which has led to the impurity of martial arts."
"But, although the power here is mixed and impure, its energy is huge, enough to support the production of two furnace-level powerhouses."
"two?"
Chen Jie's eyes widened, and Feng Xuewen said, "I'll give you two words."
After saying this, Feng Xuewen directly wrote two words in the air, one was [分] and the other was [合].
Feng Xuewen said, "In a moment, I will use my last bit of strength to cut off the shackles of the inheritance power between the heaven and earth and the witch god's inheritance. At this time, the witch god's inheritance can be separated. You will bring Hong Yuan in later and separate the witch god's inheritance. Take only the inheritance of fire attribute, and then infuse it into Hong Yuan. In this way, Hong Yuan will be able to accept the inheritance and become a master of the furnace realm. It can also be regarded as a gift from me to her!"
"As for the remaining inheritance, you can put them together again to form a new inheritance and give it to the outsider."
After hearing this, Chen Jie looked at Feng Xuewen and said, "Uncle Master, what do you mean?"
Feng Xuewen said: "The inheritance of the witch god dates back hundreds of years. In the meantime, there have been more than a dozen witch gods, but the most powerful one is the first generation of fire witch god."
"It is the power of the Fire Witch God that I am asking you to separate."
"As for the remaining powers, they are extremely mixed. Although there are some wonderful methods in them, because there are too many mixed together, the inheritor will easily have very strong side effects."
Chen Jie heard this and said, "For example?"
Feng Xuewen said: "He is irritable, moody, and mentally ill. Moreover, without the essence of the Fire Witch God, it is very likely that the yin and yang in the inheritor's body will be unbalanced, and he will become neither male nor female."
"You don't want to inherit the legacy of the witch god anyway, so why are you asking so carefully?"
After hearing this, Chen Jie said, "Oh, it's okay, I'm just curious and want to know more, hehe~"
Chen Jie said with a smile. Feng Xuewen looked at Chen Jie and said, "You are a very cunning person. When I first met you, I felt that you were very cunning."
Chen Jie laughed after hearing this and said, "Uncle Master, maybe I think differently than you do."
Feng Xuewen said: "Oh, could I be wrong?"
Chen Jie said: "Uncle Master, have you forgotten? In the beginning, you were regarded as a bookworm who only knew how to study, but now, everyone knows that the Feng family has produced a land immortal."
Feng Xuewen said: "Haha, I am a nerd for real, but are you a cunning person for real?"
Chen Jie said: "Haha, of course I am cunning, but I don't need to be cunning here with Master Uncle. Master Uncle will definitely not let me help for nothing, right?"
Feng Xuewen said, "Haha, you said you're not a cunning person. Don't worry, I won't let you help me in vain. I've already found what you asked me to find."
"Did I ask you to check?"
Chen Jie looked at Feng Xuewen with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "What?"
Feng Xuewen said: "The energy of the red sun!"
After hearing these four words, Chen Jie instantly perked up. He might not care about other things, but how could he dare not care about the Red Sun Energy? That was a treasure that concerned his future!
It is one of the three main ingredients that I need most to refine the Tianyang Pill.
The three main ingredients of Tianyang Pill are [Golden Worry Grass], [Golden Head Wu], and [Red Yang Qi]
The Golden Worry Grass has been obtained from Wudang, and the Golden Headed Crow was just obtained from Gongsun Boqing's treasure, so the only thing left is the Red Sun Qi.
Moreover, Chen Jie had no idea what this red sun energy was.
Thinking of this, Chen Jie asked: "Uncle Master, what exactly is this red sun energy?"
"The red yang energy is pure and victorious, and the transition from the Dragon Realm to the Furnace Realm is actually a process of accommodating the heaven and earth. At this time, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is needed as a trigger."
"And the red sun energy is a ray of yang energy at noon."
After hearing this, Chen Jie asked, "So, Uncle Master means that I need to absorb the power of the sun?"
Feng Xuewen said: "That's no different from seeking death. Don't worry, although it is the power of the sun, there are also ready-made ones. Do you remember that I asked you to decompose the inheritance of the witch god just now?"
Chen Jie said: "Remember."
Feng Xuewen said: "The power of the red sun exists in the inheritance of the witch god. When you decompose the inheritance of the witch god, you can obtain the power of the red sun. That's why I gave you this good job!"
Chen Jie's eyes lit up when he heard this and said, "I understand, Uncle Master. In other words, I am breaking down the inheritance of the Witch God not only to help Hong Yuan inherit the power of the Fire Witch God, but also to help me obtain the power of the Red Sun."
Feng Xuewen asked: "So, do you still think that I am ordering you around?"
Chen Jie clasped his fists and said, "My nephew, you are judging me by your own standards!"
Feng Xuewen said: "Haha, boy, if you weren't so cunning, you would really look like the descendant of Wen Gong. What a pity, what a pity."
Feng Xuewen said twice: "Hong Yuan."
"Third Uncle!"
Hong Yuan walked over quickly, and Feng Xuewen said, "Hong Yuan, you and Jiu Si will enter the Wushen Valley in a while, and be careful inside. There are many traps in the Wushen Valley, so be careful. Third Uncle can only take you so far!"
After hearing this, Hong Yuan cried out, "Third Uncle, Third Uncle!"
Feng Xuewen said, "Don't cry. Life and death are determined by fate. Don't be afraid of death. Okay, Jiusi, you and Hongyuan, hurry into the cave. After passing through the sky cave, the Wushen Valley is behind. Be careful along the way."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jie looked at Feng Xuewen and said, "Uncle Master, is there any danger in this Wushen Valley? Tell me if there are any taboos. I will be careful too."
Feng Xuewen said, "I have never been in there, so how would I know? But you have to be careful. There is a half-step to the Melting God Realm Earth Immortal in Wushen Valley. Don't alarm him."
Chen Jie said: "Well, what if we accidentally alarm them? Uncle Master, how about you give us some self-defense methods?"
Chen Jie said: "If that doesn't work, you can just write two more words for me!"
Chen Jie said with a smile that Feng Xuewen was a land immortal. The power of land immortals was very strong. He had seen how powerful they were. If it was put into a fairy tale novel, it would be a magic weapon.
Of course, even in the world of martial arts, this is at the level of a magic weapon.
Feng Xuewen pondered for a moment after hearing this and said, "The literary aura in you is not enough to support four words."
"Red Kite."
Feng Xuewen called Hong Yuan directly, and Hong Yuan looked at Feng Xuewen after hearing this.
"Hold out your hand!"
Hong Yuan immediately stretched out her hands, and at this time Feng Xuewen stretched out his hands and wrote two words in the air.
[Set][Hide]
Feng Xuewen stretched out his hand and pointed at the two words in the air, and instantly the two words fell into Hong Yuan's palms.
At this time, Hong Yuan's left hand had the word "Ding" and her right hand had the word "Yin".
Feng Xuewen said, "These two words can be used in times of crisis."
After hearing this, Chen Jie immediately clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Uncle Master. Hong Yuan is gone."
Hong Yuan was stunned when she heard that, and then looked at Feng Xuewen reluctantly. Feng Xuewen didn't say anything, and at this time, Hong Yuan and Chen Jie went into the sky cave.
Feng Xuewen closed his eyes and sighed, "Take care on your journey. I can only rely on you guys for the rest of the journey!"
"But before that, let me escort you for a while."
Feng Xuewen thought so and turned to look at the winding mountain road of Wushan. He saw a group of people slowly coming up the mountain. When the people of the Wu tribe saw these people, they all became alert.
There were only four people leading the group.
A skinny monk, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist crown, and a man wearing a dragon robe with a resolute face, like a divine sword.
The last one was an old man who looked to be in his seventies. The old man looked ordinary, but gave people a gloomy feeling.
Soon, the four men and their men went up to Wushen Peak.
At this time, the four of them also looked at the man standing in front of the sky cave, with an air of a mortal immortal. Yes, that aura was the immortal on earth that they were desperately pursuing.
I didn't expect that the person in front of me really entered the fairyland on land.
However, when everyone looked closely, they saw that this man had an aura of decay all over his body, just like a big tree with a rotten core but intact bark, although it looked intact on the surface.
In fact, it has completely decayed inside, and its fall is just a matter of seconds.
Everyone couldn't help but sigh and secretly said it was a pity.
Indeed, what a pity!
When everyone met, Peng Yingyu and others still saluted together, because no matter whether the other person was dying or just a flash in the pan, he was still a land immortal, and mortals still had to have their own awe of immortals.
"Peng Yingyu from Hubei."
"Worship fire Liu Futong."
"Sword God, Li Siqi."
"Tang Clan, Tang Tong!"
"Meet the Confucian Saint!"
At this time, four powerful men in the God-Melting Realm bowed directly to Feng Xuewen.
Upon seeing this, Feng Xuewen stretched out his hand and immediately a surge of mighty energy from heaven and earth rose up. With a gentle push, he lifted up the four powerful God-Melting Realm warriors.
At this time, Feng Xuewen bowed and returned the half-salute, saying, "The sixth on the Heavenly Ranking is the Laughing Buddha Peng Yingyu, the seventh on the Heavenly Ranking is the Foolish Mountain Monk Liu Futong, the eighth on the Heavenly Ranking is the Sword God Li Siqi, and the Tang Sect's hermit master, the Eight-Armed Nezha Tang Tong, Master Tang."
"I am Feng Xuewen, a junior, nice to meet you all."
At this time, everyone looked at each other, and Peng Yingyu said: "The wise are the teachers, why should the Confucian saints be modest!"
Feng Xuewen laughed and said, "I am not being modest, but I just admire all of you as seniors. However, since you are all here today, you must be here to inherit the witch god of my witch clan!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't know how to answer for a moment. Should they say to the Confucian Sage, "Yes, I do like your baby?" What if the Confucian Sage suddenly attacks and hurts people?
No one answered for a while, but after a long while, Peng Yingyu finally spoke up: "Amitabha, what the Confucian sage said is true, we are here just for the inheritance of the witch god."
Feng Xuewen said: "Haha, you still smile openly."
This sentence immediately made the other three people very embarrassed, but at this time Feng Xuewen said: "Well, but this witch god inheritance is indeed touching, and I invited you all here today to discuss this matter!"
After hearing this, everyone was stunned and looked at Feng Xuewen and asked, "What is the opinion of the Confucian sage?"
Feng Xuewen said: "You should all be able to see that I am already at the end of my rope and cannot protect Wushan for much longer. I was born into the Wu clan, but I don't want the Wu clan to be destroyed."
After hearing this, Peng Yingyu said, "If the Confucian Sage speaks, we can leave now and not get involved in the inheritance of the Witch God."
The other three did not refute this statement, because if the Confucian sage really intervened, they would not be able to continue to interfere.
But at this time Feng Xuewen said: "No, no, that's not what I meant. I want to say that today I will help the Wu Clan solve this problem."
"Everyone, in a moment, I will interrupt the inheritance chain of the Witch God's legacy. From now on, the Witch God's legacy will no longer be inherited, and it will have nothing to do with my Witch Clan. In a moment, my Witch Clan will open the Sky Cave. At that time, anyone whose strength is not at the Melting God Realm can enter the Sky Cave and look for this opportunity. From now on, the Witch Clan will no longer have an inheritance, and will no longer be disturbed by the people of the world."
"We invite you all here today to bear witness!"
After hearing this, the four of them were all shocked. Could this Confucian sage have such great courage?
Thinking about this, Peng Yingyu said, "Okay, if the Confucian sage is like this, I, Peng, will bear witness to this."
"I, Liu Futong, will also serve as a witness."
After both of them expressed their opinions, Li Siqi and Tang Tong had nothing to say the next moment. They could only say that it was a righteous act of the Confucian saints, and they were willing to bear witness to it.
This was the statement Feng Xuewen had been waiting for. After everyone had expressed their opinions, Feng Xuewen said, "Okay, since that's the case, I have nothing else to say. I'll leave everything to you after I die."
After saying that, Feng Xuewen suddenly stretched out his hand, click, click, click,
The next moment, there were bursts of thunder in the sky, and then he pulled, and the next moment a thick iron chain appeared in the air. This iron chain just ran through the entire Wushan Mountain, containing all the men of the Wu clan.
At this time, Feng Xuewen was seen grabbing the iron chain with one hand. Just when his hand touched the iron chain, countless human figures appeared in the air the next moment. Seeing these human figures, all the people in the Wu clan were frightened and knelt down, because they were the ancestors of the Wu clan!
"Unfilial son, what are you doing!"
"Rebellious son!"
"Unfilial young man, you are going to destroy the foundation of the Wu clan!"
"Unfilial…"
In an instant, the sky was filled with scolding from the ancestors. Feng Xuewen's face turned pale, but he did not retreat. He gathered all his strength and pulled suddenly.
"Break!"
Snap!
The chain of luck was broken directly.
"Puff~"
As the chain of luck was broken, all the members of the Wu Clan felt their bodies lighten, as if a mountain pressing down on them had been removed, and immediately there was a cheer from the Wu Clan.
At this moment, Feng Xuewen spat out a mouthful of blood, and golden blood spurted everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Xuewen fell limply to the ground.
"Learn literature, learn literature~"
Seeing Feng Xuewen fall down, Yue Gu rushed over directly. At this time, Feng Xuewen looked at Yue Gu's tearful face, raised his hand, and wanted to touch Yue Gu's face, but his hand turned into countless points of light in mid-air.
Feng Xuewen sighed: "Alas~ I, Feng Xuewen, have done justice to everyone in my life, except for you, Yue Gu..."
Bang~
After saying this, his whole body exploded and turned into a curtain of light that filled the sky, just like countless fireflies.
"Learn literature!"
What followed was Yue Gu's broken tears!
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