Chapter 865 The Name of the Funeral Song: Betrayal
Xu Qing was silent.
Through the history pieced together by these memory fragments, he understood why there were so many corpses in the mountains and seas, and also understood what happened to this ethnic group in the past.
Premise, all this is true.
If this piece of history is true, then compared with the current statement of the Yanyue Xuantian Clan, the sense of irony is extremely strong.
The ancestral witch who died fighting to protect the Yanyue Xuantian clan was buried in history.
Jiuli, the son who inherited his will, was transformed into a mount.
The role of the so-called unifying chief of the Yanyue Xuantian Clan, the cultivator of Xuantian who was able to grow up under the protection of Jiuli, is intriguing.
Xu Qing sighed lightly.
His heart told himself that this was actually true.
Even though he is not from his own ethnic group, through those memory fragments, he seems to have experienced the past years. While feeling the same, he seems to have truly stepped into history.
"So, how did Jiuli die, what exactly did the chief minister Quan do, when did the Xuantian Great Witch Clan change its name to the Yanyue Xuantian Clan, and... the three gods of the sun, moon and star, how are they related to the history of the clan?
Is there any connection..."
"The answers to these lie in the memories of the remaining five skulls."
Xu Qing lowered his head and stared at the mud.
But now that the brown flames have been extinguished, there is no way to continue burning the red mother's flesh and blood, and after such consumption, there is not much left.
"Only six dollars left."
Xu Qing murmured, feeling the four skulls emerging from the purple crystal, and feeling the close connection between himself and this land of Jiuli.
At this moment, he no longer needs the bronze incense burner.
The gray fog here has no intrusion on him. With just one thought, he can make this gray fog billow because of him.
Even his troubles have relatively disappeared.
He clearly judged that if he wanted to leave, the gray mist would move along with him.
But there are flaws in leaving like this.
His cultivation and his divine power are still rejected.
Unless he gives up his cultivation and the power of the gods, opens everything up to accept the gray mist, and allows the gray mist to blend into his body and soul, and sink to the bottom to become a part of himself.
"At that time, I was no longer a divine cultivator, but...a witch!"
Xu Qing raised his head and looked at the horizon.
He is unfamiliar with witches, but also familiar with them. Strange because he has never been in contact with them, but familiar because this gray mist is the origin of witches. The four skulls he has integrated into are, in a sense, the inheritance of Jiuli.
But this is not the path he wants to take.
"The ancestral witch, at the cost of death, only severely damaged that powerful god."
Xu Qing squinted his eyes, looked at the mud, and thought about a solution.
As for the method, he actually thought of it, but this method requires five skulls to unfold.
Now, one is missing.
So after thinking for a while, Xu Qing suddenly spoke.
"Xiao Ying."
There was no movement under his feet, and no emotion was released. Xiaoying seemed to be dead.
Xu Qing's expression remained as usual, and after waiting for three breaths, he spoke again.
"If you don't come out, you won't have to come out again."
As soon as Xu Qing said these words, a faint shadow appeared on the mud beneath him, and weak waves rippled.
"Go down, penetrate thousands of feet, and form a meson that can be cast by me."
Xiaoying's mood fluctuated and he immediately became anxious. Countless rejections were conveyed to Xu Qing's heart.
"I will control the gray fog and not interfere with you during the journey."
After Xu Qing finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the surrounding gray fog surged according to his thoughts, and the feeling of sending and receiving from the heart was very obvious.
Seeing this scene, Xiaoying's anxiety decreased a bit, as did her rejection.
"When it's done, I'll give you a piece of my mother's flesh and blood."
Xu Qing's voice was calm.
The flesh and blood of the Red Mother is what Xiaoying longs for. In the past, it could only watch Xu Qing absorb it, and it was difficult to even smell it.
So after hearing Xu Qing's promise, it was obviously hesitant, anxious and refused, and then decreased again.
"If you disobey me, then there is no need to continue our relationship as master and servant."
There was a coldness in Xu Qing's voice, which fell into Xiaoying's heart, making Xiaoying tremble all over. Finally, under the reward and the decision of life and death, its emotional fluctuations exuded a spirit of risk-taking.
In order to survive, for the sake of flesh and blood, it roared like a ferocious beast and rushed into the mud.
The next moment, the shadow sank a hundred feet, and the surrounding gray fog was about to approach. Under Xu Qing's interference, it quickly dispersed, so the small shadow's sinking was much smoother than before.
Soon we reached the eight hundred feet position.
But here, Xu Qing clearly felt the power of the seal coming from below.
That power is sleeping now, but he can predict that once his breath comes into contact with the seal, it will be suppressed immediately.
Therefore, he did not dare to spread his breath too much to interfere with the spread of gray mist.
Therefore, Xiao Ying's sinking gradually slowed down, and his wails were heard.
But it was better than the previous state. Xiaoying also tried his best to fight against the gray mist and sank to more than 900 feet. Here, it was somewhat unable to survive.
After all, it split too much the previous time, and it has not recovered yet and is in a weak state.
Seeing this, Xu Qing suddenly spoke.
"Two pieces of red mother flesh and blood!"
This good voice fell into Xiaoying's heart, and Xiaoying trembled and burst into crazy emotions. Under such a heavy reward, it was also stimulated and rushed downwards.
With a bang, it penetrated thousands of feet and reached the cave under the mud.
Here, Xu Qing couldn't release his breath to interfere in the slightest, so the mist rolled in over a wide area, and Xiao Ying's wailing became more and more fierce.
Xu Qing's expression was solemn. He knew that the opportunity was fleeting, so he did not hesitate at all. After the small shadow penetrated, he raised his right hand, and the moon fishing in the well suddenly unfolded.
The ripples of heaven and earth turned into water.
The fifth skull emerged clearly, and Xu Qing fished it up immediately.
The moment it was swallowed and sealed in the purple crystal, Xiaoying collapsed.
It looked like death, but there was a trace of it, emerging from the mud three feet below Xu Qing and returning.
Xu Qing was not surprised by this.
Xiaoying's habits are cunning. Although everything that happened before was true, it was also exaggerated. That's why Xu Qingcai didn't believe that it would really care about everything.
Hiding a ray of shadow is also expected.
However, Xiaoying has indeed almost reached the limit. After this trace returns, it is very dim in the purple crystal and is about to fall into a deep sleep.
But it struggled, not letting itself fall asleep immediately. Instead, it instinctively emitted weak emotional fluctuations towards Xu Qing, as if it wanted to make sure.
"Meat……"
Xu Qing nodded, felt Xiaoying's condition, and understood that it didn't matter whether it had flesh or blood now, since it didn't have the strength to eat it anyway.
But Xu Qing has a good heart, and he still needs the necessary comfort.
"I'll feed you when you wake up."
When Xiaoying heard this, he was satisfied and fell asleep.
And here Xu Qing is meditating with his eyes closed, repairing himself.
A few days later, his eyes suddenly opened, revealing a bright light.
Now that he has five skulls, another method can be used to remove the skulls.
This method does not require melting the silt to form a channel.
Once unfolded, the skull below can emerge on its own within the magical power of fishing for the moon in the well.
"Believe in Senior Brother for once!"
Xu Qing's eyes showed determination, and the cultivation in his body rushed into the purple crystal, which shocked him hard.
Immediately, the purple crystal emitted purple light, penetrating Xu Qing's body and spreading outward. At the same time, the five skulls inside also emerged from the purple light.
Floating above Xu Qing's head, arranged in a pentagonal shape.
Looking at these five skulls, Xu Qing made hand gestures and muttered words.
Soon, circles of ripples spread out from one skull, followed by the second, then the third...
In the end, the five skulls emitted ripples at the same time, colliding with each other, becoming more and more fierce, forming a vortex black hole.
Looking at the whirlpool, Xu Qing roared.
"The soul of heaven and earth comes from its origin."
The sound carries a sense of ancient times, echoing around the world.
The moment it came out, the vortex rotated more and more intensely, and four groups of gray fire appeared vaguely, as if being pulled, and appeared in the black hole.
Those four groups of gray fire are essentially the same as the skull in the purple light!
This technique is exactly what Chen Erniu taught Xu Qing about the Five Niu Tracing the Origin of the Ruthless Way.
The principle is that tracing back to the origin can attract things that have the same origin as it.
But the prerequisite is that you need to have five yuan.
At this moment, when the four groups of gray fire appeared, Xu Qingjing immediately launched the method of fishing for the moon and grabbed the whirlpool. The four groups of gray fire that were summoned back inside immediately trembled, and three of them escaped from the vortex.
, is ingested directly.
Reflected in the water marks on Xu Qing's palm.
Excitement arose in Xu Qing's heart. Although not all of them were fished out, three skulls were fished out at one time, which is enough to show how amazing the senior brother's technique is.
So he immediately swallowed the water stain.
A large number of memory fragments, like a storm, erupted directly in Xu Qing's mind, quickly merging with the previous fragments, and quickly pieced together more memories!
The ancient wind comes again, like a xun blown up, playing a funeral song.
The funeral song tells the story of the great commander who was valued by Jiuli and the ethnic group and was given the power to lead the ethnic groups in the Jueshen Formation.
This man is worthy of being a proud man, with great talent and great strategy. Under his leadership, the Xuantian Great Witch Clan has united as one, showing the trend of rejuvenation, and the new generation has gradually grown up and has great support for him.
This made Jiuli who was guarding the outside happy, so he no longer paid attention to the ethnic groups in the formation, but focused all his attention and energy on fighting the gods.
He must uphold his father's will and pass on the spirit of the Xuantian Great Witch Clan, and cannot take a step back.
Behind him is his tribe, the people he wants to protect.
And even if he dies in battle in the future, he will have no regrets because he has also found the inheritor.
The chief minister whom he values and protects is the next ancestral witch he has designated in his heart.
In this way, without any worries, he led his great witch to begin a long battle of resistance.
Until the years passed, a bloody feast prepared for him by the people he protected appeared.