Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

Time goes back to the daytime and turns to Black Wind Mountain.

At this time, all kinds of green plants were scattered all over the Black Wind Mountain, forming a large formation, and the corpses of various creatures were hung on the outermost treetops.

There were three big roosters, a green python, and some broken flowers and willows. At this time, a young Taoist priest with a Qingyang embroidered on his robe and a slightly haggard face was about to walk in.

"This Black Wind Mountain has become like this, could it have an owner?"

Taishan Ji looked at the environment here and remembered the red-clothed female demon that Yan Fang had talked about before. Then he understood something in his heart.

"This formation has an ancient style, I'm afraid it will cause trouble."

Although Taishan Ji did not understand the ancient formations, he had some knowledge of the Donghua Taoist school and was able to recognize the power of the green plant formation. With his ability, it would be difficult to break it in the short term.

At this time, a red figure flew out from the green forest and landed on the treetops more than ten meters high.

"Who is here? Didn't you see the body hanging outside?"

This person was none other than the red-dressed demon Yan Fang had seen before. Perhaps she particularly liked red, but after the Huo Huanyi was exchanged with Yan Fang, she changed into a red gauze dress.

"I am Taishan Ji, the thirteenth generation disciple of Taoist Donghua of the East China Sea."

When Taishan Ji saw the figure in red, he also straightened up. He knew that the person in front of him could set up such a large formation, so he must be a person with a Taoist heritage and his identity must be extraordinary, so he needed to treat it seriously.

"I came here this time to explore the original location of the Netherworld Crack in Black Wind Mountain. I have absolutely no ill intentions."

The last time he talked to Yan Fang about the Nuwa sacrifice, Yan Fang thought that the matter of Black Wind Mountain was unusual, but he didn't take it seriously.

But these days, Taishan Ji encountered another accidental incident and discovered a clue. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed. He felt that there was a lot of mystery about the events of that year, and most of the Youxiong people seemed to have been cast under related witchcraft and would not investigate the matter.

If Yan Fang, an outsider, had not mentioned it to him, he would not have noticed the problem with his Jindan level, so he thought about coming to Black Wind Mountain again to investigate what happened back then.

Unexpectedly, this originally deserted and neglected Black Wind Mountain actually had someone occupying the mountain and becoming the king.

"If you need it, I can pay a certain price."

In the end, Taishan Ji also realized that this was someone else's territory, and his actions were somewhat rude and he should make compensation.

"I've never heard of Taoist Donghua. Where did this casual cultivation tradition come from?"

"Haha, you can't just come to Black Wind Mountain whenever you want. You can get rid of it with a small price."

The red-dressed demon woman laughed so hard when she heard this, but her words were full of anger and dissatisfaction. These days, there are too many people who find excuses to cause trouble. This person is a bit new, but she is also extremely annoyed.

"Well, it seems that we have done it once."

Upon hearing this, Taishan Ji sighed, pulled his feet back, and withdrew from the edge of the formation.

With a thought, he took out a gilded treasure bottle from the authentic immortal storage bag, and sprinkled it downwards, and an endless stream of golden sand flowed out.

Each golden sand carries a heavy murderous aura, gathering around Taishan Ji and turning into a ball.

"Oh, you practiced the golden method and created your own magic circle? That's quite interesting. It's rare for you to come up with such a new trick at your level! Rare!"

Seeing this, the red-clothed demon woman's eyes narrowed slightly. The murderous aura of gold just happened to counteract her wooden formation, so there might be no danger in the short term.

But this Quicksand Gold Technique can be shaped at will, so it is easy for her to attack or escape. Her formation is good at defending, but it is weak in speed attack, so it is difficult to stop the opponent.

It would be really troublesome if the opponent kept escaping after one attack, and consumed her strength, and attracted other people. She was not afraid, but it was very likely that the secrets of the formation would be leaked, which would attract real masters.

It seems that the Donghua Taoist sect is not an unknown person. Her reincarnation and awakening have given the world a glimpse.

"Thank you for the compliment. This was created by my master."

Taishan Ji still maintained a humble attitude, neither arrogant nor overbearing.

Sure enough, the quicksand destroyed the trees. Although all the trees were able to recover, when they wanted to attack, Taishan Ji quickly escaped.

Taishan Ji also wanted to break the formation quickly, but he didn't expect that the formation would be endless. When he cut down a tree, more than ten trees would grow out, making it very difficult to deal with.

For a moment, the two of them were in a stalemate, but neither of them wanted to waste time.

"It seems that we still have to use his method."

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, the red-clothed demon woman thought of borrowing the power of the stars to kill Taishan Ji.

However, before he borrowed it, she did some divination and found an interesting thing in the Taishan Ji Minggui.

"I wondered why this disaster had not been predicted before, it turns out it was related to this enemy."

The red-clothed witch chuckled and stopped her attack.

"Fellow Taoist, what is this?"

Taishan Ji saw that the battle formation no longer changed. He was not the kind of person who did not know etiquette, so he gathered the golden sand around him and stopped attacking.

"Do you know that Yan Fang?"

The witch opened her red lips and asked a wrong name which surprised Taishan Ji.

"Eh? Didn't Brother Yan Fang say that he and this witch only had a business relationship? Why do they sound so familiar with each other?"

Taishanji was confused and just nodded in agreement.

"Okay, since you know him, then you are my guest of Black Wind Mountain."

After the banshee finished speaking, she waved her hand, and the trees on both sides quickly parted, making a path for Taishan Ji, also showing that she would not use force.

At this distance, even if the witch changed her mind and attacked him, Taishan Ji could escape safely.

"Well, I just want to observe the original site..."

The situation changed rapidly and Taishan Ji was unable to react. He just spoke in a daze, thinking to himself that this woman changed her attitude so quickly.

"I know the location, so you don't have to search for it. Of course, in exchange, I want to know what kind of person Brother Yan Fang is."

The red-clad enchantress smiles like a flower and is indescribably gentle.

Taishan Ji could tell that if he didn't speak nicely, then what he wanted to find would be destroyed by her.

"Brother Yan Fang, I first met him in a restaurant..."

Taishan Ji thought that what he knew would not be of any hindrance to Yan Fang, and the matter of Black Wind Mountain was quite important, so Taishan Ji decided to tell him about his acquaintance with Yan Fang.

......

"Are you living a hard life under the rule of the demon tribe?"

After listening to Taishan Ji's story, the red-clothed demon woman looked quite strange. She didn't believe Yan Fang's background at all.

This Yan Fang changed her fate, and it couldn't be predicted. The fate of those who were related to her would also change greatly. How could she be an ordinary human child, or a slave who survived under the rule of the demon race? This is probably funny.

Is it possible for ordinary people to have that kind of temperament and mentality?

"He looked in your mirror, didn't he?"

Then the red-clothed witch asked Taishanji curiously.

"Yes, that's it."

Deep in the formation, Taishan Ji originally thought that he could escape, but he saw some things he shouldn't have seen. He regretted it in his heart, knowing that he was too confident. Even if he was three times stronger, it would be difficult to escape.

At that moment, Taishan Ji put aside all other thoughts and obeyed the orders obediently, hoping that the other party would let him go for Yan Fang's sake.

"Hmm? Banyan flower"

Opening the mirror, the red-clothed witch saw her own face and the shadow of the small banyan flower. She chuckled and didn't take it seriously.

Then she drew a few strokes in the mirror with her bare hands, and spiritual energy appeared at her fingertips, making a symbol full of Taoist charm.

The symbol quickly disappeared, and Yan Fang's face and the faint shadow of peach blossoms appeared on the mirror.

This made Taishan Ji, who thought he was most familiar with mirrors, stunned for a moment. This kaleidoscope mirror did not have such a function before!

I think it must be because of the symbol. What is the background of this woman? Taishan Ji became more and more confused.

"It's really a beautiful face."

The Yan Fang in the mirror looked even better than she had seen him at that time.

"Unification of knowledge and action? It's a pity that this mirror follows you."

After looking at Yan Fang for a few times, the witch threw the mirror to Taishanji. Although she said it was a pity, she did not snatch it away by force, which made Taishanji, who regarded the mirror as his life, feel fortunate.

"That's what you're looking for."

Not long after, the demon woman brought Taishanji to a stop, raised her white hands lightly, and pulled up the surrounding trees to make way. The original land also gradually collapsed, revealing a large pit with an ancient altar in it.

The witch is proficient in divination and this place is her base. With Taishanji as an introduction, it is naturally easy for her to divine the direction.

"What is this? The altar for Nuwa sacrifices!"

There were some snake-shaped patterns on the altar, which were used to draw the power of Nuwa. They were very distinct and Taishan Ji recognized them immediately.

He also discovered that the material of this formation seemed to be quite special and extremely difficult to destroy. What the witch said before was just a lie.

"This is a sealing method. An outsider has broken the formation..."

Looking at the array patterns and cracks above, Taishan Ji understood what happened that year.

Nuwa priests have possessed great power since Nuwa's consciousness was transferred to the human race, but they are not as deeply involved with the tribe as the shaman system, and do not have many branches and descendants.

Nuwa priests rarely interfere in the internal affairs of the human race, and will only take action when foreign races invade or in major events.

Although the worship of Nuwa is not passed down from one person to another in each tribe, there are only one or two successors in each generation. After the direct descendant appears, the remaining disciples will lose their power.

Since the formation was broken through from the outside, it must be an invasion by outsiders that caused the seal to go wrong. In this case, things are completely different from what the tribal leaders said back then. If Nuwa wanted to open the underworld by offering sacrifices to herself, why would she have to start destroying the formation she had set up from the outside?

"Back then, Aunt Fubao might have known some clues, right?"

Suddenly, such a thought flashed through Taishan Ji's mind, but it quickly disappeared. Fu Bao was the main force that broke through the Black Wind Mountain back then, and he might not know as much as he did.

"Maybe the chief witch or the second leader knows..."

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through Taishan Ji's mind, and his heart was inexplicably shaken.

Although he has been practicing Taoism for many years, he still cares about the human race. Most of the practitioners who have entered the immortal sect care about the human race. If it were not for the sect rules, how could they watch the human race suffer so much?

"Humph, the little human race has a lot of things to do."

When the red-clothed banshee saw the altar, she was surprised by the lingering aura of the saint in it, but she didn't think much about it. After all, the human race has always been involved with saints.

Although the human race has a low status in the prehistoric world, the status of Nuwa, who is worshipped by only one person in each major tribe, is not low. It is said that in a few years they will hold the first Nuwa birthday in the oldest Feng clan. By then, all the major races in the prehistoric world will probably participate, and it will be a grand sight.

But...she hated Nuwa, Fuxi, and all beings related to the demon race and heaven, even the human race.

"You, I advise you not to take any action. The secrets of the Youxiong Tribe are obscure and it is not a safe place."

Finally, the man in red, who saw Taishan Ji's thoughts, gave a simple reminder for Yan Fang's sake.

As for Youxiong, with her divination ability, she initially thought that it was all very normal. It was just that his fortune had become more stable in recent years and was no longer rising as much as in the past.

But after what happened to Taishan Ji, if we take a closer look, we will find that the hidden things are very scary. Taishan Ji will definitely encounter disaster when he goes there this time.

"Thanks for the advice, but Taishan has its own way of doing things and its own way of doing things."

After thanking Hongyi, Taishan Ji left Black Wind Mountain and flew towards the center of Youxiong City.

.......

One day later at noon.

In the slightly dark forest, there were dozens of huts, and dozens of savages lying in all directions on the ground. In the center was a campfire that had been extinguished for a long time.

The five people, wearing rough animal skin coats that they had made overnight to cover up their breath, finally found this small tribe.

Unfortunately, they arrived too late and there was only one person left alive in the field.

"Little girl? What's wrong with you?"

Yan Fang, the most friendly member of the team, took off his animal skin coat, walked forward, and tentatively wanted to negotiate with the only survivor of this primitive tribe.

“Ah…Ahhh!”

The girl looked to be about seven or eight years old. She was only wrapped in an animal skin from the lower body and a black cloth wrapped around her body. Her face was covered with dirt, tear marks, and blood.

Seeing Yan Fang coming forward, she did not move, but just shrank her body, covered her ears with her hands, sobbed softly, and her whole body was shaking.

"She is the heir of the dance art of this tribe?"

Looking at the black cloth draped over the girl, Chang quickly identified the person's identity.

They were five meters away from the girl, not only to ensure Yan Fang's safety, but also to avoid any overreaction from the girl due to the large crowds.

"This situation is a bit weird. So many people died, how did she survive?"

Shi Yuan stopped and prepared to examine one of the bodies.

"Don't move yet, let me do it. You follow Yan Fang forward, I feel a little uneasy."

Xuan stopped Shi Yuan, exchanged glances with Qing and Chang, and squatted down to examine the body.

It was already noon on the third day. They had fought several fierce battles before arriving here, and everyone had injuries to varying degrees.

Especially Qing, who had a big hole in his abdomen. Due to the contamination of evil spirit, he had not been able to recover. Now he had to rely on Chang to stand, but his eyes were still vigilantly observing the surroundings.

"Little girl, are there any other living people? What happened here?"

Yan Fang had already walked in front of the girl at this time. He did not touch her, but asked her in a friendly manner.

"Um......"

Perhaps it was because Yan Fang's voice was so gentle and magical that the girl raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with fear, worry and confusion.

"Don't be afraid, we are here to protect you."

Yan Fang's hand, with light in it, touched the girl's shoulder.

"Well!"

The girl made a comfortable sound, her body no longer tense and relaxed, allowing Yan Fang to use the rejuvenation technique to heal all the scars on her body.

"This technique is really useful."

Looking at the girl's expression, Shi Yuan couldn't help but recall the feeling when he was being healed, and he admired her. If she had such a skill, nothing would be easy.

"This body... doesn't have a single drop of blood..."

And over there, Xuan's exclamation was also heard.

"Blood mosquito!"

"Blood mosquito!"

Yan Fang, Qing and Xuan, the three people who knew about the brass incident, quickly realized that something was wrong.

Xuan stood up immediately, pulled up Chang who was still a little confused, and followed Qing to surround Yan Fang.

"Hmm~"

The girl immediately shrank back in fear.

"Sorry."

Yan Fang quickly drew out his hidden right hand and stuck a wooden sign on the girl.

This wooden plaque was specially prepared by Chang as a ritual item. It is engraved with the image of a demon god and can bind most living creatures.

"Haha, you guys react very quickly!"