Chapter 531: Inheritance of Nine Spirits

"Is there any connection between Ji Meng Dongtian and Daqi Wangting?"

In the Yin Vein Cave, Jiaolin's screams kept ringing out, the tingling pain from the soul, there was no way to hide, and it constantly stimulated his soul.

"I don't know, I really don't know."

Jiaolin screamed in pain, and kept shouting.

After being tortured continuously, Jiao Lin's soul has gradually withered. Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo knew that there was nothing useful to be squeezed out.

Through Jiao Lin's mouth, he finally understood the distribution of the Bianhuang Cave Heaven Holy Land, and there are still six Cave Heaven Holy Lands left in the Bianhuang Territory: Sanzhu, Long Bo, Liujiao, Qin Chong, Tianhe, and Wufeng. holy place.

Jimeng Cave was shattered in the hands of these six holy places. As for the deeper reasons, it is still a mystery.

However, the general context is almost clear. Thousands of years ago, the Daqi King's Department wanted to enter the royal court and be tied for the fourth royal court in the wild. At this time, the Shadow Demon Realm happened to invade, and it was a large-scale attack.

As the King of Heaven, King Jing Tian was able to ascend the throne through the legacy of several generations. He is definitely a hero of a generation, but it has already explained a big problem.

Great Yin Royal Court, Dongtian Holy Land, Youying Demon Realm, all of them played too many roles.

Sure enough, the water in the borderlands is very deep.

These things are connected together, and he can't blame him for speculating in a malicious direction in his heart, it really has to make people surface.

"This guy is handed over to you."

Glancing at Jiao Lin's soul again, Xia Tuo turned and left the Yin Vein Cave. The last value of this guy is to hand it over to Mr. Luo to practice his skills.

"Patriarch, I will go back with you."

Luo put away the copper lamp and followed Xia Tuo.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm in Linghe Ghost Creature, someone moved it, go and have a look."

Luo responded softly, and followed Xia Tuo back to the land of the Daxia clan.

In the summer garden.

"Master.

"

As soon as he returned to the garden, Xia Tuo heard a sweet voice. Xia Yu was still a child. After a few steps, his small body flew into the air and fell into his arms.

He opened his big hand to catch the little girl. After these years of life, Xia Yu is no different from an ordinary human child. The only difference is that there are two crystal clear horns on his forehead, protruding from the fluffy hair.

"Where's your mistress?"

"Master has gone to Tianhuo Dao. The witch hospital has something to deal with, so they didn't take me with them."

Xia Yu pursed her lips. In the past, Mistress would take her with her when she went out, but this time she was allowed to stay in the clan.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo nodded. Naturally, Xia Yu cannot go out for a while, and the Six Flood Dragon Holy Land will not let it go. This is not just a matter of catching little girls.

Jiaolin was skinned and cramped, and with the self-proclaimed arrogant pissing nature of Dongtian Holy Land, he absolutely wanted to poke Daxia into ashes. As for the cause of the whole thing, it is not important anymore.

Killing the people in the Holy Land of the Six Flood Dragons is the greatest sin.

The legal principle in the eyes of Dongtian Holy Land is that if I kill you, you have to wash your neck obediently and wait to be chopped. Even if you spilled blood on their bodies, it will be your sin.

This is so sick!

He took the little girl and walked towards a valley in the tribal land. There were many houses in the valley. Compared with the noise in the tribal land, the atmosphere in this valley was a little quiet. Fortunately, you could also see some small houses. The dolls are running and playing.

In some places in the valley, someone is placing animal candles and incense wood, and the smoke is curling up. In front of the incense, there are figures either prostrate or standing, with mournful faces.

The valley is full of survivors from the Nine Lingbo Tribe, probably less than 100,000 in total, of which the Baiyou lineage is the most numerous, and the Chifu lineage is the least, with less than a hundred people.

The former Nine Spirits and Nine Meridians have disappeared, and the remaining people now know the cause and effect of their tribe's ruin, leaving only endless regret and sorrow.

Standing above the valley, looking at the smoke and dust of worship, the light smoke curled up into the sky, and then went in the direction of Tianlu Mountain, submerged in the realm of Yin God.

In Xia Tuo's eyes, there is nothing to hide from this scene. The soul shadow in the Yin God Realm touched the beast candle and the fireworks after burning the incense wood. An Xin disappeared between heaven and earth and entered the cycle of reincarnation.

There are more than one million Jiuling people, and it is not easy to be able to settle down now. No one made a fuss about Daxia's resettlement.

Bai Jiuhu has become the backbone of everyone, and the remaining members of the Jiuling tribe gather around him. Everyone has already understood that the disaster of Jiuling originated from the destiny totem, and the dead have become the past.

"Sister Qiaoer."

Xia Yu, who was lying on Xia Tuo's shoulder, with big eyes shining brightly, looked at the figure appearing in the distance, and shouted sweetly.

"Uncle."

Qiao'er came to him, took Xia Yu and hugged her, and looked into the valley.

"The bloodline of the Nine Spirits is really extraordinary. Among the mere 100,000 people, almost 50% have the talent to practice witchcraft. Once they become adults, they will more or less use some simple witchcraft."

Xia Tuo squinted his eyes and listened to Qiaoer's words. Speaking of it, the Jiuling uncle clan is indeed terrifying. The Jiuling uncle tribe has only more than one million people. After being divided into nine veins, each vein is only a dozen or twenty How many people.

But when Jiuling was at its peak, there was a scene where six Wuzongs coexisted. This is not considered a strong Wu Zunjing. The ratio far exceeds the average level of the wild land.

"Has the inheritance of Nine Spirits been sorted out?"

"I went to the Supplementary Palace to see that the inheritance of witchcraft from Nine Spirits and Ten Thousand Years is indeed extraordinary. There are also related to Wuling Wall, Wuling Array, Communication Wizard Array, Teleportation Wizard Array, Wu Treasure, Wizard Tool, Yin-Yang, Space, etc. Wait for the refining method and mysterious records.

The concept of refining a large flying boat mentioned in it is similar to the idea of ​​the catalog you gave to the witch courtyard. "

Qiaoer groaned softly, and then said: "But I don't know why, these records about refining flying boats and some witch treasures have not been taken seriously, and they are regarded as heresy by Jiuling."

"Let's go."

Glancing at the valley, Xia Tuo turned and left. The former Nine Lingbo Department was all smoke and cloud in the past, and these things belonged to Daxia. What Daxia should do is the next focus.

"Elder Yin Hong is still incapable of taking charge of the Great Xia Witch Academy."

After returning to the Xia Garden, Xia Tuo softly groaned, and said to Qiao'er: "I originally liked Master Hunkong, but the fat elder never came back, and he couldn't catch Hunkong's weakness, so he dragged on like this.

However, with the addition of this group of Nine Spirits, and the wizards and wizards we have cultivated over the years, we can almost set up a shelf.

At that time, if no one really comes out to rule the witches, Qiaoer's burden will be handed over to you. "

"it is good."

Qiaoer nodded and did not refuse, but the witchcraft she practiced has gradually deviated from the direction of characterization, casting, and cursing, and extended towards the direction of witchcraft.

What she practiced has also become the law of destiny. From the moment of birth, any living being has carved out a trajectory of destiny in the world. What she peeped at was this vein of destiny.

"Wait until the fat elder comes back."

Xia Tuo groaned softly, watching Xia Yu run to the young Ziji Leiyang tree, took out the spirit crystals, crushed them and sprinkled them towards the roots of the tree. But it still looks like this without much change.

The only difference is that in the roots deep in the earth, there is a huge power gathered. This power is like a volcano, which is about to erupt.

...

Linghe ghosts.

Daxia has ruled the north for decades, and has gradually become popular among the cities and tribes in the north. The Linghe ghost has become a legend for the nearby tribes and cities. : :

As the place of practice he chose, Luo created a cultivation formation in the depths of Linghe ghosts, and did not prohibit outside warriors from entering the ghosts. Of course, anyone who wants to enter must live and die.

Linghe ghosts and creatures, dark clouds cover the sun all year round, ghostly aura is pervasive, there are constantly hideous ghosts flashing in the black smoke, and the wind is howling. Most normal warriors will not come here to take risks.

In addition to some yin-type medicinal herbs growing in the ghost beast, even a stone is cold, and it is not warm when hugged in the arms. It is useless for most warriors to ask for it.

In the toppled mountains, the once ancient trees have been eroded by Yin Qi, and have either withered or turned into cold trees, swaying in the wind.

Among the piles of rocks, a figure in black robe appeared. Under the wide robe, a pale figure appeared. He looked young, but there seemed to be a touch of sickness between his brows.

The yin qi howling around seemed to have no effect on the young man, and several yin winds would be pulled into the body during breathing.

Yin Jiuzhu raised his head and looked towards the center of the mountain range. Unfortunately, the cloudy atmosphere was so cloudy that he couldn't see the shape of the deep mountain range. He had been in Linghe Ghost Creature for five days. Due to his strength, he still couldn't walk to the center of the mountain range.

The closer to the center of the mountain range, the more ghosts gather and the more powerful they are.

Spreading the palms, a small pitch-black tower appeared, and countless figures with multiple arms were carved on the surface of the black tower.

As soon as the small pagoda appeared, a cold aura swept over the surroundings, and the ghostly figure floating in the yin aura let out a ferocious howl, and was torn away by the small pagoda and submerged into the pagoda.

After incorporating a few ghosts with comparable combat power in the ordinary Tianmai realm into the small tower, he moved forward again. With his strength and the small tower in hand, even if he encountered ghosts with combat power in the divine treasure realm , also has the power to fight.

These ordinary ghosts of Tianmai Realm combat power are of little use to him, only ghosts of Divine Hidden Realm combat power can help him.

Holding the small pagoda in his hand, he began to walk along the collapsed mountains. The leylines in the ghostly creature were very strange, as if he had formed a maze of Yin Qi naturally, making him keep circling around in circles.

...

In the sky above nothingness, amidst the mist, Luo's figure is like a ghost, looking down from the sky, his whole body is cold and gloomy, as if he has merged with the sky.

He quietly looked at the young figure below, his white eyes could not see the slightest emotion fluctuation.