A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

The bare stone mountain is hundreds of feet high.

It looks particularly abrupt on the snow-covered ground.

There is no life on the mountain.

There was neither vegetation nor animals.

Even high-altitude birds have to make a detour when passing here.

The powerful sense of oppression radiated in all directions like a substance.

Jingjing hesitated at the foot of the mountain and kept retreating.

His eyes were full of pleading.

Jiang Yu was not used to its problems.

He held up its belly and raised it above his head: "Don't be lazy. I still have to carry something!"

"Jingjing...jingjing..."

Jingjing struggled desperately.

There is a lot of shit and urine.

It almost rained on Jiang Yu.

Fang Yuan was also out of breath under the pressure. He asked in surprise: "Jingjing's reaction is so big, can't it be something scary?"

Jiang Yu felt the familiar pressure and smiled brightly: "The aura of the Demon King is certainly terrifying. Don't worry, these are just the remaining auras. I didn't expect that it would still have such power after hundreds of years!"

Fang Yuan's calves felt weak: "Brother, please don't cheat me!"

Jiang Yu held Jingjing up with one hand and started climbing to the top of the mountain with the other hand. The voice was erratic in the strong wind: "When did I cheat you?"

The corners of Fang Yuan's mouth twitched a few times. He muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "When? I'm used to being tricked by you."

The mountain road is steep.

Jiang Yu was very relaxed.

Even with Jingjing in his arms, he still climbed to the top of the mountain quickly.

In comparison, Fang Yuan was in a much more embarrassed state.

Even though Jiang Yu told him that there was no danger, the ubiquitous pressure made him tremble.

My legs felt like lead. Every step counts.

After climbing to a height of more than ten meters, my whole body was soaked with sweat.

Jiang Yu glanced behind him and nodded secretly.

Fang Yuan has indeed grown a lot.

Although this coercion was left behind by his third uncle hundreds of years ago. That is also the pressure of the Demon King.

A few months ago, Fang Yuan was still trembling when faced with the old wolf who had just transformed into a demon.

I don’t know what kind of abuse he received by Lianshan Mengyun’s side.

He actually didn't flinch under the pressure of the Demon King.

This is also an opportunity.

Once he adapts to the pressure of the demon king level, he will not be intimidated by the momentum of other demon clans.

As for Jingjing...

His eyes had already turned white and his limbs were limp.

fainted.

Jiang Yu was not in a hurry.

Throw the jingjing aside.

Sit cross-legged and hold your chin. Watching Fang Yuan climb the mountain with great interest.

Seeing Fang Yuan's tears and nose running down his face, he gritted his teeth and persisted. It reminded him of his childhood self.

"I miss me so much. I wonder if my uncles and aunts miss me."

Fang Yuan's speed became slower and slower.

Changed from walking on two legs to crawling on knees.

Later, it simply turned into crawling along the ground.

It took more than two hours to climb the short distance of a hundred feet.

The clothes were covered with bloody scratches.

"It's so... so heartless. You... can't you... help me... for a moment?"

As soon as Fang Yuan finished saying this, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Jiang Yu remained unmoved.

Drag him behind the leeward rocks. Then he sighed softly: "It's not that I'm heartless. This is good for both of us. It will not only help you temper your will, but also avoid my embarrassment."

After saying that, he checked Jingjing and Fang Yuan again.

After confirming that they were all unconscious, they quickly walked to the boulder as smooth as a mirror.

The treasure was right in front of him, but he still had an embarrassed look on his face: "Third Uncle! Although no one is looking, I still feel so ashamed..."

The rock in front of me weighs ten thousand kilograms. And it is integrated with the mountain.

Even if the great demon in disguise comes, don't even think about getting rid of it for a while.

Whenever Jiang Yu could open it with brute force, he would not use the method taught to him by his third uncle.

It’s unimaginable to see a demon king wriggling at the door every time he comes home.

After hesitating again and again, he made sure that no living creature was peeking.

Then he squatted down and raised his hands above his head.

He moves like a stupid bear.

Twist your hips and lift your hips, and tap your toes lightly.

Sing and drink loudly: "Sili, sili, sili, sili, sili, sili, sili, sili, sili, sili, sili, sili, sili, sili, sí, sí, sí, sí, sí, sí, sí, sí, sí, sí, sí, sí, sí, sì, sì, sì, bì, Õì, 啵寰Ka!"

Sing and dance.

Turn over the flower with both hands and stretch it to the left twice and to the right twice.

The buttocks were still thrusting forward.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!"

After dancing for a long time, a soft "click" sound finally came from inside the rock.

Jiang Yu was overjoyed.

However, his movements just stopped. There was no movement on the rocks either.

In desperation, I can only dance again.

Hard work pays off.

With a muffled "rumbling" sound, the rock slowly sank.

A deep cave entrance was revealed.

"This is where Uncle San used to live?" Jiang Yu's eyes lit up.

He was standing at the entrance of the cave looking in, and Fang Yuan's weak voice came from behind: "Fa...what happened? I seem to hear singing from the Kingdom of God."

Jiang Yu's smile froze. He walked up to Fang Yuan and looked at him seriously: "Where is the singing? Are you hallucinating?"

Fang Yuan lay on the ground like a mollusk and asked feebly: "Where is the treasure?"

Jiang Yu picked up his back collar and carried him into the cave.

There is a stone chess table at the entrance to the cave.

There are black and white chess pieces on it.

The chess pieces shimmered.

Fang Yuan was held in Jiang Yu's hand, his eyelids heavy. But he still said in surprise: "Chess... the chess pieces will shine!"

Jiang Yu put Fang Yuan on the ground and said calmly: "Well, it was polished with demon pills. When the third uncle is bored, he will play chess with himself. Unfortunately, too much time has passed, and the demon power is almost gone. ”

"Using demon pills as chess pieces..." Fang Yuan could not understand this wasteful behavior.

Even after hundreds of years, demon elixirs of this quality are still rare.

Do not!

As the demon clan declines, it becomes even more cherished.

Jiang Yu shook his head and walked into the cave alone.

The so-called treasure is nothing more than the third uncle's former lair.

The layout inside is also very simple.

Stone table, stone pit, stone bed.

The monster animal skins spread on the ground have long since decayed. The fluorite embedded in the wall also ran out of energy and became an ordinary stone.

Jiang Yu went straight to the stone bed and found a dark brown animal bone from under the stone pillow.

This piece of animal bone is as heavy as iron.

The surface is covered with mottled traces of time.

Water-like witchcraft characters appeared on it.

"This is it!" Jiang Yu suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. Gently stroke the surface of the witchcraft text with your thumb.

The witchcraft separated from the animal bones and blended quietly into the center of his eyebrows.

For a moment, he seemed to be in the midst of huge waves.

My mind surged with the huge waves.

At this moment, he is water, and water is him.

This is the water attribute ancestral talisman!

Ancestral Talisman.

Each one is unique.

Branded on the body of the twelve ancestral witches.

It is the most original force in the world.

Only when the holder dies will it be transferred to other objects.

The previous owner of this ancestral talisman was the famous Gonggong.

This thing also involves a secret.

Back then, in order to compete for the position of hegemony in the world, the Twelve Demon Saints led 360 demon kings, using Mount Buzhou as the center of the formation, and set up the Twelve Capitals' Formation of the Gods. Trap and kill all the ancestral witches.

At that time, Empress Houtu had transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Nuwa was also unable to participate in the war because of her sanctification.

The number of ancestral witches is incomplete. Unable to exert full strength.

In desperation, the only way to shake the formation is through self-destruction.

In the end, Gonggong and Zhu Rong used water and fire to blow up Buzhou Mountain and perish together with the demon clan.

In that battle, the world collapsed and all life was reduced to ashes.

All the ten great ancestral witches died, and the demon clan was also severely damaged.

It was called the witch calamity by later generations.

Jiang Yu's third uncle was one of the demon kings who participated in that battle.

At the moment of life and death, the water ancestral talisman that floats to the side is attached to a piece of demon bone.

Unfortunately, the demon clan cannot practice witchcraft.

Instead, because of this ancestral talisman, he was forced into the Ghost Yulin by the rising human race power.

It was out of unwillingness that Jiang Yu allowed Jiang Yu to explore its former nest after leaving.

Now, the ancestral talisman that has been dusted for thousands of years finally has a new owner.

Jiang Yu stood there blankly.

It seems like countless years have passed, and it seems like only a moment has passed.

All magic related to water attributes naturally blends into one another.

It seemed to be his instinct.

It's been a long time.

He let out a long sigh of relief. A look of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

"I see."