Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

The stone sculpture of Taishan Ji still stood upright, his face full of astonishment, disbelief, regret and grief.

"Brother Taishan? Why are you stuck here?"

Yan Fang subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Taishan Ji, but fortunately he stopped the idea of ​​touching the real object in time.

After careful observation, Yan Fang saw that the soul emitting a little light in the stone sculpture was the vivid Taishan Ji. This soul was surrounded by a strange black aura, and the reason for its transformation was probably related to this black aura.

Some time ago, for some reason, I was quite happy to be called to teach a naughty kid, but now I have become a stone sculpture?

"Could it be that I asked him about the Nuwa sacrifice a few days ago?"

Yan Fang soon guessed part of the reason, and felt a little ashamed in his heart. This was probably not Taishan Ji's original fate, and now he was imprisoned because of him.

At the same time, Yan Fang was confused again. Taoist Donghua was not well-known now. Compared with the orthodox Three Pure Ones, he was just an overseas cultivator. However, he had the inheritance of the previous generation of Dong Wanggong as his foundation.

How could a great witch from a small human tribe dare to imprison the descendant of the Donghua Taoist lineage? What was his confidence?

Invisibly, Yan Fang's fear of the Great Witch deepened, and he felt that there were endless secret conspiracies involved.

It seemed like this person was staring at him. When he looked around, he felt it was even more dangerous. When he looked carefully, he actually saw several sinister witchcraft inscriptions. Although Yan Fang had difficulty dealing with the obvious ones, he still felt a chill all over his body.

"I'm sorry, Brother Taishan."

Yan Fang turned and left, making a judgment that at the moment, he had no way to rescue Taishan Ji. Even if he went back to Mu Lao to ask for methods, it would probably be difficult to take Taishan Ji away, so he had to give up.

Anyway, there is still a little light on Taishan Ji's body, which means that he is still having a certain exchange with the external vital energy. There is no need to worry about starving to death in the short term.

After repeated observations, Fang found that most of his physical strength had been depleted. If he didn't save it, he would not have the strength to use the Cloud Step to go back again.

Returning to the flint fire in the center of the black room, Yan Fang found a blind spot that would not violate the prohibitions of the formation, took a step forward, and exited the cloud step state.

He took out a copper box from his arms and opened it. In the box was a piece of firewood, something that could carry firewood.

Holding the box in his left hand and with a flash of spiritual light in his right hand, he used the magic spells taught by Mu Lao to condense spiritual Taoist symbols in the air and control the Taoist symbols to touch the flint fire.

The moment the Dao text merged into the flint fire, Yan Fang felt as if he had entered a vast and surging sea of ​​the spirit.

In an instant, thousands of voices rang in Yan Fang's ears. They did not say any profound principles, and the human race of this era would not use any profound principles to convince other beings. Instead, they simply narrated their own experiences one by one.

They said they like the smiles on other people's faces, like the hustle and bustle of life, and miss someone or a place. Some also said they like to kill their enemies, hate ferocious beasts, and hate...

Some voices were loud, some were faint, but Yan Fang could hear them all and distinguish them clearly one by one, as if his own mind was split into thousands of parts, listening to their joy and their pain and difficulties.

Then the sea of ​​​​spirituality began to burn, turning into a raging fire of blood and energy. All kinds of martial arts spirits impacted Yan Fang, the sword intent that could cut through anything, the spear intent that could break through the surface, the sword intent of protection...

The memories deeply buried in Yan Fang's heart rose up again, and the memories of his past life, relatives, and friends all appeared in his mind.

Some thoughts gradually arose, such as sacrificing for the human race, studying for the rise of the human race, contributing to the greatest cause in the world... and so on.

"From this step forward, let me integrate my spirit into the fire, place all my inherited memories on the fire, and return to the human home..."

Yan Fang whispered softly, and unknowingly forgot his original purpose and merged into the flames, like a moth flying into the fire, willingly.

"Chirp!"

At this moment, the bird spirit in his heart flew out from his heart.

She has a simple mind, no past, and a very simple concept of life and death. In her eyes, there is no such thing as human or demon race, only Yan Fang, and Yan Fang will definitely die if he throws himself into the flint fire!

"Chirp!"

Que Ling slapped Yan Fang frantically, but it was useless. She saw Yan Fang was about to step into the flint fire.

In a moment of desperation, Que Ling spat out a ball of fire from his mouth, heading straight for Yan Fang's door!

"Oh!"

The flames hit Yan's face directly, and happened to hit his forehead.

The flame was very small, and when it hit his face, it quickly dispersed, leaving only a few burn marks on Yan Fang and a few strands of his hair missing. However, the mental shock was quite great because it hit him right between the eyebrows.

"Ok!"

Soon Yan Fang regained consciousness and stopped.

"Chirp!"

The sparrow spirit also called out happily and pecked Yan Fang on the face affectionately.

Just now, she really felt the danger and understood what was precious.

"Let's talk about this later. Go back to my body first."

Yan Fang saw that he was so close to Suihuo, and he had no idea what was going on.

He had no time to rejoice or be grateful, nor did he have time to investigate the flames in Que Ling's mouth. He only knew that the chief wizard must have known what was happening here, so he quickly put Que Ling away.

He continued to control the witch symbols in the flint, drew out a wisp of flame from it and placed it into the special firewood, closed the copper box, and put it in his arms.

Then he took out a gourd-shaped spiritual weapon from his arms. This was a spiritual weapon that he had enlightened and no one knew about. The spiritual weapon gathered the surrounding vitality, and then dozens of firebirds flew out of it and rushed to various places, especially to the hidden space.

"Boom boom boom!"

The Fire Crow collided with an object, causing an explosion, while Yan Fang activated the Cloud Step state on the Jade Book again and escaped.

"Huh! This is really scary. Master Mu has never said this before, has he?"

Yan Fang entered the cloud-step state, and only relaxed his tense spirit after he was guaranteed to be safe. Knowing that he had almost died, he recalled the flint fire in his mind, which he found extremely evil and frightened.

"There's definitely something wrong with that flint! It's not the holy object that people claim it is!"

Then Yan Fang slightly sensed his own energy and realized that he was running low. He originally wanted to stay here and see what the great witch doctor would do next, but now he didn't have the heart to do that. He took a step forward and directly passed through the spaces and arrived at the cliff, next to Mu Lao, and released the cloud-stepping state.

......

"He Fang Xiaoxiao!"

Just one second after Yan Fang left, the great wizard Zhuke, whose black robe had returned to its original state, had returned to the black wooden house. He was shrouded in countless black mists, and behind him were the shadows of various ghosts and gods from his new contract.

If the thief was still there, Ke would have been able to deal him a fatal blow, but unfortunately, he failed.

With his control over the hut, he could be sure that there was no living creature in it except Taishan Ji.

"The witch formation is half destroyed, and there is a spiritual weapon that can spit fire?"

Ke looked at the burn marks on the ground, frowned slightly, walked into the house and looked at the flint again. The will in the flint showed signs of being activated, but failed.

"Phew! I'm glad that Flint is okay!"

Ke breathed a sigh of relief. This flint was the key to all his plans and could not be lost!

Thanks to Mu Lao's skillful instruction, the foundation of the flint fire was not damaged, and only a trace was taken. Combined with the surrounding flames, even Ke, who had been a great wizard for many years, did not notice a problem.

Then the chief wizard looked towards the small hidden space again. The formation here had already lost its concealing effect because Yan Fang had hit the nodes of the formation with fire.

"This thief seems to be proficient in formations."

The chief wizard looked at the marks on the ground, thinking about everything, and observed one more detail. However, he didn't know that the more he observed, the more contradictory the results he got.

"Blood mosquito eggs are all dead."

The chief witch doctor took a quick check and found that only the blood mosquito eggs seemed to have died because they were too fragile.

These blood mosquito eggs were taken from the evil Mochan for research after Yan Fang told him about the blood mosquitoes, in order to prevent the evil man from using the blood mosquitoes to harm the human race. He didn't expect that they were killed by the thieves this time.

"Who on earth did such a thing?"

As Ke spoke, he looked at Taishanji who had turned into a stone sculpture beside him. He wondered if it was Taishanji's fellow apprentice. But on second thought, he felt that it couldn't be.

There won't be another Donghua disciple nearby. For the sake of the tribe, Taishan Ji will not tell any outsiders about the problems in the tribe. That way, no Donghua disciples will come, and even if they do, it will be a long time later.

By then, as long as Taoist Donghua did not come in person, he would have his own way to lead those disciples away. Taishan Ji was not dead anyway.

"Could it be wood?"

Suddenly, Ke thought of another person, a person with whom he had a very good relationship. He had traveled abroad in his early years, but because he came back at an inappropriate time and discovered problems that he should not have discovered, and because he had no backing, he was beaten half to death by him.

In fact, fighting with Taishan Ji is not as troublesome as fighting with Mu. As a "mortal" who can travel in the prehistoric world for many years without dying, Mu has too many and too strange methods. If it weren't for the final sneak attack by Mo Chan, his planned goals for many years would have ended at that time.

Ke thought Mu should be dead under such circumstances, but from the traces around him and some means, he was able to discover that the thief's breath only appeared for less than six breaths.

Being able to deceive so many people whose perception is stronger than his, his means of stealing by moving the machine is indeed very powerful. At least Ke believes that he would not have noticed it if he was there at the time.

Among the people he knew who were at the same level, it seemed that only Mu could achieve this effect, but he discovered the truth by accident.

"Are you not dead? This method is really clever!"

Ke frowned and thought, trying to find a way to control this situation from countless years, but he couldn't think of a solution no matter how hard he thought.

"Wait! Are you still near me?"

Ke suddenly thought of something and became alert. He took out the poisonous insect he had obtained from a trade in the south from his arms, cut his finger, and fed the blood to the ladybug-like poisonous insect.

This is a mother and child insect. The one in his hand is the mother insect, and the one in Mo Chan's hand is the child insect. As long as they are fed blood, the child insects will respond, letting Mo Chan know that there is a problem here and rush over quickly.

Although he thought that Mo Chan, the demon monk, was cunning and untrustworthy, he had to call him over for safety reasons. This man was a man of many ideas and he thought that he could help him solve the problem.

"There have been so many changes recently. Yan Fang should have learned the Nine-fold Spear..."

Ke sat upright in the black wooden house without making any other moves. On the one hand, he was on guard against suspicious enemies and waiting for Mo Chan to return, on the other hand, he thought of his other change.

He originally had his eyes on the young man from the Huoyu family, but he didn't expect to meet a more suitable person, Yan Fang, when he was about to reap the rewards, so he became interested.