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Chapter 11062

Outside Vision City.

Long Jingshan in front of the altar looked at the statue of Wuzu in front of him with a somewhat strange look.

"I have heard about the witch ancestor. He has cultivated to the realm of demigods. In the era when the spiritual energy of the world was abundant, he was one of the strongest geniuses. However, the witch ancestor died in an unknown way. The huge witch The door disappeared without warning..."

Kapil sighed a few times.

"The witch ancestors were killed, and the witch clan was destroyed."

Long Jingshan said slowly, obviously, he knew something.

"The witch ancestor is so powerful, who can kill him?"

Kapil said in shock.

According to the current level of warriors, first-class warriors are followed by grandmasters, after grandmasters are great masters, and after great masters are demigods.

Nowadays, there is no trace of the great master, let alone the demigod warrior.

It is said that in an era when spiritual energy was abundant, demigod warriors could control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it was easy to flatten a mountain with one sword.

"It was a conspiracy. Our Southern Witch Cult is inherited from the disciples of the Wu Sect back then."

Long Jingshan walked slowly towards the altar.

The Southern Witch Cult is related to the Wumen. This is not a secret. Kapil has heard about it a long time ago. However, it is said that when the Wumen was in trouble, some members of the sect were outside and did not rush back. They probably do not know what happened to the Wumen. thing.

But this external perception is obviously problematic.

The Southern Witch Cult knows a lot about what happened back then, perhaps much more than imagined.

"Follow me up there."

Long Jingshan walked up the steps step by step.

On the top floor, a metal pillar stood on a circular platform.

A young man is tied to the pillar.

The young man was wearing a blue robe, a headdress on his head, and his body was tied up in various ways. There was a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth, so that he could only make whining sounds.

His eyes were full of fear, but no one cared about his thoughts.

Next to the young man, two shirtless strong men stood.

There are many lines carved on the surface of the skin of these two people. The color is generally darker and the patterns are quite strange. However, this is the style of the traditional Southern Witch Cult.

"Master Dragon Helm, everything is ready."

"Okay, let's begin."

Long Jingshan waved directly without saying too much nonsense.

At this moment, the young man struggled more and more fiercely.

This person is none other than Ma Jingshan, a descendant of the Wu clan who was selected early in the morning and has a pure body.

But this person did not know how to commend himself. The Southern Witch Sect had already met many of his demands, but Ma Jingshan kept raising his demands again and again. Even later, many of his requests were beyond the capabilities of the Southern Witch Sect.

Seeing that the time was approaching, Ma Jingshan still didn't know how to restrain himself, so Long Jingshan simply gave up the voluntary mode.

Forcibly turn on the sacrifice, the effect is not good, but it is not as good as the sacrifice.

"Pfft..."

As soon as Long Jingshan finished speaking, two strong men immediately took out silver daggers and pierced Ma Jingshan's arms, one on the left and the other on the right.

Ma Jingshan's face twisted in pain, and a large amount of sweat quickly formed on his forehead.

"continue."

Two more daggers pierced Ma Jingshan's legs.

Ma Jingshan breathed loudly, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

But the two strong men could not tolerate him falling into a coma. They took out small jade bottles and sprayed white powder out of it, and rushed it in along Ma Jingshan's nostrils. The largest part was inhaled by Ma Jingshan.

Ma Jingshan was startled and suddenly woke up.

Under the influence of the medicinal powder, the pain in his body was relieved a lot. His pupils were bloodshot and his expression was dull.

Blood slowly flowed from his arms and legs, dripping into the grooves below.

Long Jingshan recited the chant and moved quickly on the altar. His dance steps were very strange, his arms were twisted, and his eyes were rolling. Every time he shook his cuffs, some powder would come out.

Those powders of different colors are exactly what is necessary to open the formation.

The melodies circulated by the ancient witchcraft, combined with the use of formations, seem to echo and coordinate with a certain rhythm in the space.

On the platform behind Ma Jingshan, a circle of light slowly rose.

Looking from a distance, you can see that what you see through the middle of the aperture is not the opposite scenery, but a small vortex.

"Almost successful!"

Kapil couldn't help but exclaim.

Kapil naturally knows exactly what the entrance to the small space is.

Shivaism was given the small space left over from ancient times in its early years.

As long as it can be inherited in an orderly manner in this era, those that have a long history have basically secretly opened a small space in the ancient era.

The background of a large sect or a large sect in a small space is also their escape route. If they are really desperate, they will hide in a small space to avoid disaster.

The entrance to a small space that Kapil had seen before was very similar to this aperture. It was also a vortex that seemed to be there but not at all.

"Let him lead."

Since the portal in the small space has been opened, they can go through it now.

The two strong men raised their hands to cut off part of the rope, then took Ma Jingshan off the metal pillar and pushed him into the whirlpool.

"Let's go in too."

Then, Long Jingshan turned his head and glanced at Kapil.

"it is good."

Kapil was naturally not afraid of anything. He was a pseudo-grandmaster and although he could not compare with the real grandmaster, he was still one of the top figures in this era. He did not take this little show seriously.

Long Jingshan followed Ma Jingshan into the whirlpool for the second time.

After a force that pulled his body, his eyes lit up.

Ma Jingshan fell to the ground in front, and in front of Ma Jingshan was a large piece of ruins.

The sky was gray, as if covered with a layer of fog.

There seems to be a strange aura among those broken walls.

"This is indeed the former residence of the Wumen."

He can identify many witchcraft buildings recorded in classics.

However, almost none of those buildings were complete, and they were all destroyed by powerful forces.

It’s hard to feel the shock unless you witness it with your own eyes.

"Does a place like this really have any special value?"

Kapil stood still and did not move. In such an unfamiliar place, he would definitely not rush around rashly.

If he touches any trap, he can't guarantee that he will be able to escape.

"Of course, last time, Ma Jingshan's ancestors broke into this place and brought out a lot of small innate golden elixirs."

Longjing Mountain Road.

"That is of great value."

Kapil nodded.

He was promoted to a Grandmaster Warrior by taking the Little Innate Golden Pill. Although he paid the price of shortening his lifespan, he also realized his dream.

According to the normal path, it is almost impossible for him to become a master warrior.

"You take him away."

Long Jingshan glanced at it.

"As ordered."

Two strong men immediately helped Ma Jingshan go inside, one on the left and the other on the right.