The houses in this tribe are all made of wood, Chen Qingshan is no exception, and so is Wu Gong.
The witch master's house only has one floor, but it is much more spacious than other houses in the tribe. It is divided into two areas, except for the daily life area. The other area supports a large pot, and the water in the pot is green.
It glowed faintly with fluorescence, and a flame burned underneath it, and it has been burning for many years, and thick ashes have accumulated next to it.
There is a wooden shelf next to the cauldron, with various strange objects on it, probably stones, bird claws, and things inside mouse heads.
From these ornaments, it seems that the tribe of Chaoshen Cult was deeply influenced by the Miao border, but the witch master of the Anda tribe obviously only learned a superficial knowledge. Witchcraft seems to have existed since the birth of the human race, and
Among them, the most elite inheritance is in the Miao territory, and the strongest witchcraft in the Miao territory is in the witch temple on the Immortal Peak.
At this time, the wizard of the Anda tribe was in the house, holding a piece of wood in one hand and a sacrificial knife in the other, using the knife to carve something on the wood.
"So, the envoy just met the two sisters and had nothing else to do?"
"What we saw is indeed like this. The two sisters Mengdie and Mengyue stayed in the Lord Divine Envoy's house for a while and then left. I think they should have gone to thank the Lord Divine Envoy. After all, they are Divine Envoys.
The appearance of the Lord saved the sacrifice." The speaker's name is Yunhu, he is a good player among the first-level monks of the Anda tribe, and he usually gets closer to the shaman.
When Chen Qingshan came, Yunhu took people out for hunting, so he did not appear in the battle with Chen Qingshan under the altar, so he avoided a beating.
"Mr. Wu, you also know that Mengdie loves her sister very much, so it is reasonable to go and thank her." Yun Hu added.
The shaman of the Anda tribe nodded, with a smile on his face, but it was more of a superficial smile than a smile, and he approached the cauldron.
Bubbles were rolling in the pot, and the green fluorescence made his face look somewhat eerie.
"So far, this new envoy has behaved normally, but it's just too much of a coincidence that he came just as we were about to hold a sacrifice. I have to wonder if it was Mengdie who invited him to fill up the numbers.
"Yes." The wizard of the Anda tribe sighed.
"Perhaps Mengdie happened to encounter her, which means Mengyue probably shouldn't have died. Having the protection of the divine envoy is a good thing for our Anda tribe," Yunhu said.
While talking, the shaman of the Anda tribe kept holding on to his hands.
The wooden handle of the sacrificial knife has some rust on the blade. It is nearly two feet long and about the size of a palm at its widest point.
But in the hands of the witch master, he used it extremely lightly. The witch master only used the tip of the knife to make a single stroke, and saw pieces of wood flew out of his hand and rustled down.
Anda Witch Gong raised his head and looked at Yunhu: "Let's not talk about the sacrifice. There is one thing you are right about, Ahu. It is a good thing that our Anda tribe has a divine envoy."
"With the death of the former divine envoy, nearly 20% of our Anda tribe members have died in less than a year." Duke Wu sighed.
After a long time.
"Go, go." Duke Wu waved his hand, indicating that Yunhu and others could leave.
Yunhu saluted the Lord Witch and was about to leave, but turned back: "So, Lord Witch, do we still have to keep an eye on the envoy?"
"If we keep an eye on the Lord God Envoy, our hunting progress will be affected. As you know, in the friction with Thunder Eagle and Wrath Horn the previous year, almost all of our elites were dead." Yun Hu looked a little embarrassed.
, with a look of sadness on his face.
"No need." Duke Wu only replied with three words. Yunhu breathed a sigh of relief and left with the others.
"Master God Envoy, I also hope that you are sent by God to protect our Anda tribe."
After Yunhu left, Duke Wu put down the sacrificial knife in his hand, held the wood in both hands, inhaled, puffed up his cheeks, and blew out a long breath. He blew away the sawdust on the wood, and what appeared on the wood was Chen Qingshan's
The appearance is lifelike, even the expressions between the eyebrows and eyes are carved out.
As for Anda Wu Gong, he only saw Chen Qingshan once during the sacrifice today and remembered Chen Qingshan's appearance at a glance.
Wugong Anda held a piece of wood engraved with Chen Qingshan's image in both hands and recited some incantations over and over again.
Then he bowed towards the void with a pious expression, and he didn't know what he was praying for.
This is a divination technique, passed down by Anda Shaman from the previous Shaman, and it can predict some bad luck.
After worshiping, Lord Anda put the wood into the pot, watched the wood rise and float, and waited quietly.
The water in the pot soaks into the wood, dyeing it green
"Huh? The results are about to come out." Witch Gong Anda grabbed the sacrificial knife and picked out the wood. A trace of blood appeared on the wood. The fire appeared from the center of the blood line. It ignited when it encountered the wind, and instantly enveloped the entire
wood.
"Boom" sound.
Before Wugong Anda could react, the wood exploded in his hand. Something unspeakable came upon Wugong Anda. After a muffled groan, Wugong Anda lay down on the ground with a face on his face.
A look of disbelief.
There are many secrets in Chen Qingshan, whether they are Red Dragon, Zhuzhao, or Tiandikuan, they are not things that the current Anda Witch Gong can peep into.
Only a small part of this backlash fell on Wugong Anda, and most of it fell on the being whom Wugong Anda worshiped.
Wugong Anda didn't know who that being was, but it was indeed that being who had shouldered everything for Wugong Anda. That being was currently within the Holy Mountain of the Luan Shen Cult.
This is a world without the sun and moon, and an ancient god who looks similar to the corpse stitcher is roaring. This ancient god has the same bloated body, but it is covered with eyes, especially the head, which is directly covered with eyes.
It is replaced by big eyeballs. Under the big eyeballs is the mouth and nothing else.
There is one big eye and nine hundred and ninety small eyes, so this ancient god is called Thousand Eyes.
Thousand Eyes' strength is not considered strong among the ancient gods, but its ability is unparalleled. It is said that one of its eyes can see a corner of the future.
Thousand Eyes is responsible for prediction, so the shamans of Chaoshen Cult use their authority to perform divination.
Qianyan is now a little embarrassed, nearly half of his eyes have been burned out, and he is already blind.
Perhaps due to pain, the big eyes that replaced the Thousand-Eyed Head turned red and entered a state of rage.
"What thing? What on earth dares to hurt me while I'm sleeping!" The voice of Thousand Eyes echoed from the peak where it lived.
It attracted the attention of many people from the Chaos God Religion.
"Lord Thousand Eyes, what's going on?" There were disciples of the Chaos God Cult whispering below them. When they saw Qian Yan's current appearance, they were shocked. Lord Thousand Eyes was injured, and the injury looked like
Not light yet.
Thousand Eyes roared incessantly, and the auras of other ancient gods gradually erupted on the surrounding peaks. It was Thousand Eyes' voice that woke them up.
Nearly half of the ancient gods believed in by the Luan Shen Cult are sleeping in the holy mountain. With their size and appearance, it is difficult for them to walk in the human world, so they have gods and goddesses to replace them. When necessary, they can launch divine descendants.
, they will use the body of the Son of God and the Goddess to take action.
A red stream of light flew out from the main peak. After a few breaths, it entered the mountain where Qianyan was located, transformed into a man in red, and stood in front of Qianyan. His aura was not much weaker in front of Qianyan.
This is Honggou, one of the six high priests of the Luan Shen Sect, whose cultivation level is at the seventh level.
"Lord Qianyan, what are you doing?" Honggou bowed to Qianyan and looked at the wounds on Qianyan's body with some surprise and uncertainty.
Hong Gou and Thousand Eyes are considered to be of the same level within the Luan Shen Sect, but because Thousand Eyes has special abilities that are rare even among ancient gods, Hong Gou has to respect him.
As for the amount of respect and how to remove it, it is up to Honggou himself.
Thousand Eyes was hit by the mountain inexplicably, and punched down, punching through a cliff. He waved his hand and swept the stone down to the bottom of the peak. Under the peak, there were faint screams of chaos god disciples, and the screams turned into calls for help. Regardless of whether it was chaos.
Thousand Eyes, the ancient god of the Divine Religion, and Honggou, the high priest of the Luan Shen Religion, all heard it, but they didn't care.
The pain on Qianyan's body dissipated a little, and the remaining eyeballs on his body turned and fell on Honggou: "I was sleeping just now, and someone from the tribe used my authority to predict the future, but I was slightly injured.
"
"Can you tell me which tribe it is?" Hong Gou asked. If he knew the tribe that performed the magic, he could naturally send someone to ask. After asking, he would exterminate the tribe.
"Let me take a look." Qian Yan opened his mouth wide and salivated, and replied.
Qianyan's huge body moved to the side to calm down his anger. The eyes on the top of his head were no longer red and turned into normal eyes. When Qianyan used his talent, all the eyes turned into transparent beads, and all the eyes turned into transparent beads.
There are streams of light appearing inside the transparent beads, and the light is hard and scattered, as if they are chasing something.
Misty shadows of mountains and rivers appear, but some are blurred, as if cut off.
"I'm about to find the tribe that cast the spell, but I don't know what existence has intercepted it, but I have already locked onto that existence." Qianyan said.
Honggou heard the words and smiled: "Then please ask Master Qianyan to determine his location, and I will send some people to kill him."
Honggou felt that there was no difference between not finding the tribe and directly finding the person who was doing the divination, and it was even more direct.
"Easy to say." Qian Yan replied, concentrating on pursuing the person who cut off his consciousness.
Thousands of light streamed from his eyes, illuminating the entire mountain peak. The Qianyan's body was a little more divine and gorgeous thanks to his talent, making him look better than usual.
"I'm about to find you, let me take a look." Qianyan waved his hands and grinned with a ferocious expression.
"Look, look at your mother?!" A cry came from Qianyan's side. A world away, even the Holy Mountain Formation of the Luan Shen Sect could not block it in the slightest.
"It's not enough to burn half of your eyes, why can't you still see? You're not afraid of needle eyes~"
A sword palace appeared in Thousand Eyes' eyes, and a blazing sun hung above the sword palace. As if it had existed forever, the blazing sun emitted immeasurable red gold light, stinging all the eyeballs of Thousand Eyes.
"No!" Qianyan returned his eyes to their original shape and closed them.
Thousands of sword lights bloomed from Qianyan's body, piercing out from his closed eyes like needles, poking through the small tumors on his body one after another.
Black-red water emerged from Qianyan's body. After three breaths, only the big eyeballs on Qianyan's head were left. There was a faint light all over his body, as if he was trying his best to resist something.
"Save me, save me quickly!" Qianyan smashed a mountain and asked Honggou for help.
Before Hong Gou could take action.
"Ah!" Qianyan's painful scream resounded throughout the world, his big eyeballs exploded instantly, and Qianyan became silent.
"Look at your mother!" A scolding sound rang out from the top of the mountain, shocking Hong Gou as if he were facing a powerful enemy. If Chen Qingshan were here, he would definitely be able to hear that this was the sound of the universe.
Fortunately, after a curse, the voice disappeared. Hong Gou's face was gloomy, and the consciousness of the ancient gods descended on the peak where Thousand Eyes was.