Chu Chen Kee

There is Daze in Chu, named Yunmeng, where the floods rise in summer and autumn, and it is as vast as the sea.

Now after many vicissitudes, Yunmengze only remains in the ancient and beautiful legends.

A group of people covered in white robes slowly followed the hunter's path deep into the deep mountain hinterland of Chudi.

This is a primitive ancient forest full of uncertain dangers. Ordinary hunters have stopped outside the forest. Even the most experienced hunters will not venture into this ancient forest where there is no entry or exit.

But this group of white-robed people didn't care about the poisonous insects and beasts in the forest, their dead souls, and their ferocious souls.Instead, those things sensed the aura of this group of people from a distance, and they perched obediently and did not dare to approach.

"Feng, how long will it take to walk back?" A boy who is about ten years old is sitting on the shoulder of another white-robed man, while shaking his legs leisurely, while looking at him with innocent eyes. The man in white robe beside him.

This boy has a pair of eye-catching hands. They are perfect hands that are comparable to beautiful jade carvings. They are so beautiful.

Feng glanced at the sky covered by layers of dense forests, and then replied gently: "It will take half a day to get there."

Jing pursed his mouth in displeasure, the forest was full of miasma, hot and humid, very uncomfortable.

But the Witch Clan has rules. After approaching the Witch God Realm, they must walk into the Witch God Realm. No one has privileges, including the Witch God.

It only took them more than ten hours to leave the Yuezhi King City and arrive at the land of Jingchu, but they spent nearly two days in this forest.

It's difficult to tell the direction here, but they can't use spells here. They can only tell the direction by the memory when they left.

But they have been away from here for more than ten years, and when they left, they were all embarrassed. Who has that kind of skill to remember the way?

"It's all the fault of that ancestor dragon Xuanyuan, why did you want to get married when you have nothing to do, and even formed an alliance with the Feng Clan." Jing's pretty face showed an angry expression.

It was all because of this reason that they had to act in advance. For the witch gods who always liked to do things step by step, it was undoubtedly a very unpleasant change, but they also had to speed up their actions accordingly. If they don't want to be sealed again in the realm of witch gods that will never see the light of day.

Feng glanced at him speechlessly, then shook his head slightly, and stopped talking, just kept his head down and walked forward.

"It's just some troublesome little bugs. When we invite 'him' back, let's see how arrogant Xuanyuan is." Jing suddenly showed a little smug smirk, and said: "I really want to see that At that time, Xuan Yuan was still smiling!"

Feng turned his head back abruptly, and looked at Jing with a warning: "Jing, don't talk nonsense."

Although this place is inaccessible, it still cannot guarantee absolute safety.

Feng released his consciousness completely and checked the surroundings carefully. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he looked at the mirror slightly reproachfully.

Jing knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he didn't argue, but just glanced at Feng with some disbelief, then turned his head and ignored him with a snort.

"Okay, don't hurt your peace because of this little thing." A white-robed man holding a scepter said slowly from behind, "You two are witch gods, why are you arguing over such a trivial matter? The most urgent thing is to go back Unlock the seal of the realm of witch gods, and find a way to wake up that lord."

Hearing the rumors, he smiled gently and said, "What Elder Jiwu said is true."

Witch Ji didn't talk much, just glanced at the mirror with a strong sense of warning, and the mirror rolled his big eyes to show him.

He was angry with witch worship, but there was nothing he could do about it.Jing Nai is the lord of the witch god, and his skill in manipulating puppets is superb. It is also an important fighting force among the thirteen witches who have awakened and escaped from the realm of the witch god.

He is just a child, the witch priest comforted himself.

After walking for about half a day, everyone quickened their pace and finally reached the highest mountain in Yunmeng Lake before the sun set.

Both sides of the nearby banks are towering cliffs that are difficult to climb, almost perpendicular to the ground. Not to mention humans, even apes who are good at climbing rarely climb up from the ground.

There are few people here, and even the animals living here know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and avoid this area far away.

Between the cliffs is a raging and turbulent river. You can still clearly feel the turbulence of the water below at a height of hundreds of meters, and the rumbling sound can be heard endlessly.

Everyone stopped in front of the cliff, and looked at each other solemnly.

Afterwards, Jing also knew that the matter was serious and should not be joked, so he patted the white-robed man under him cautiously, and took a few steps back.

Among the rest of the white-robed people, four people slowly stepped forward, among them was the witch priest holding a scepter, and the witch god Feng who was always smiling.

Feng held a bronze witch seal the size of two palms in his hand, and his complexion was rare to see calm.

The other three men in white robes who held out the witch seal together with him also surrounded the witch priest holding the scepter in the middle.

At this moment, all the witch gods present were filled with a trace of uncontrollable excitement.

Their tribe was prosperous for a while, and it was so prominent that even Taoism had to avoid it by three points.And after a war, they seemed to have fallen into a nightmare. The building quickly collapsed, withdrew from the world stage, and was forgotten by history in a dusty corner.

Sealed in the realm of the witch gods, they longed all the time to lead their tribe back to the human world, to reproduce the splendor of the witch clan, and to recast the glory of the witch gods.

Although they once lost the right to rule the world, it doesn't matter.

What is lost, they will snatch it back.

The witch priest surrounded in the center suddenly raised the witch seal in his hand.

The other four stood motionless, and Jing clapped their hands lightly.

I saw, behind them, a densely packed puppet army gushed out like a tide.It was a puppet manipulated by a mirror, but its power was almost equal to that of a monk who had breathed into his body.

Perhaps this is inconspicuous in the eyes of monks.

But gathering sand to form a tower, when a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand puppets like this appear in front of you, even a mayfly can shake towering ancient trees!

As for the puppet warriors who came slowly, each of them carried a human being whose hands and feet were tied or stunned.

"10 people should be enough as sacrifices." Looking at the humans who were constantly struggling on the puppet warrior's shoulders, Jing showed a cruel smile on his exquisite little face.