Seeing Qing Ling's confusion, Zi Bao explained to her in detail, "Those 'immortals' rely on practicing magic to become powerful, and seeing their body training can increase their strength to the point where they are on par with them, of course it cannot be tolerated.
Such aliens exist. Therefore, even if there are differences among the immortals in the immortal world, when the time comes, they will share the same hatred and will not stop until all the juniors of the Witch Clan are wiped out in this world."
"So, even if you have seen the statues of the Twelve Witch Ancestors in some misty forest, they were probably built by the younger generations of the Witch Clan to commemorate their predecessors just after they came to this world." Zi Bao concluded.
"Then there are really no witch clans left in the world now?"
"Yes, the Wu Clan has been completely wiped out by the 'immortals' in the fairy world. The place where they fought is in the mortal world. The North Cold Land in the northern continent is also called the battlefield of the gods by later generations. Because the Wu Clan is in
After learning that those people in the immortal world called themselves immortals, they also gave their own clan a popular name, Shenren, which means they want to dominate the immortal world. Unexpectedly, they were suppressed by the immortal world in the end and became a thing of the past."
Zibao Xunxun gradually tells the origin of this world and what happened in this world a long time ago. The hidden history in the past is shocking, but until now it has not told its origin.
Qingling had a vague hunch that Zibao's life experience might not be that simple. At first she thought Zibao was some mysterious figure from that world who came here unexpectedly, but it also said that the only creatures that were transferred to this world were
The Witch Clan, and the Witch Clan has been completely wiped out so far.
"Then where are you from? You said before that it was my blood that turned the purple stone into purple spar. How can you be sure that I am not from here?" Qing Ling asked the real question of the whole matter and waited.
Zibao's answer.
Zi Bao grinned and glanced at Qing Ling with a sinister look, "I'm sure you have some relationship with the Lich clan and the demon clan that the Lich fought against. Maybe you are a descendant of the two Lich clans.
But what I don’t understand is that the two races of lich and demon have always been enemies, so how can they have common descendants?”
Descendants of the two Lich clans?
She couldn't afford this title, but when it came to Nuwa, the great supernatural power of the demon clan, Qingling thought, wasn't it said that Nuwa created humans? Maybe the ancestors of mankind were really created by Nuwa, and the bloodline has been passed down from generation to generation.
, perhaps because of this, she was identified by Zibao as being related to the demon clan in ancient times. As for her relationship with the witch clan, where did she start?
While thinking about it, Qing Ling thought of Empress Houtu who was incarnated in the Six Paths of Reincarnation. It is said that human souls will fall into reincarnation after death. Perhaps her soul was contaminated with the reincarnation related to Houtu in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, so she was told by Zibao
Is it also related to the Wu clan?
If we infer this, doesn't it mean that every Chinese son and daughter is the same as her? Maybe everyone in that world is extraordinary. They are just born in an ordinary world and cannot reflect the extraordinary itself.
Facing Zibao, its answer continued, but its voice suddenly became serious, "As for my identity...haven't you heard that the Hongmeng Purple Qi has created all this from beginning to end? After the demise of the Wu Clan, it
Where did you go?"
This question stunned Qing Ling, and then she seemed to have thought of something. She suddenly had an incredible expression on her face and her eyes widened in surprise, "You, you, you, don't tell me that you are that Hongmeng Purple Qi!"
Purple Treasure is just a purple stone. It is ridiculous to associate it with Hongmeng Purple Qi.
But immediately, Zi Bao's words were difficult for Qing Ling to digest. She saw it slowly rising into the air, raising its position a little higher. When it flew above Qing Ling's sight, Qing Ling could only see it by looking up.
After that, he proudly declared, "Yes! I am that Hongmeng Purple Qi! Wahahahaha~~"
"..." Time stood still, and Qing Ling only felt a bunch of flies flying above her head. Why did she feel so annoying?
He grabbed the purple phantom laughing maniacally above his head and pulled it in front of his eyes. The phantom that Quanquan couldn't catch was easily caught by Qingling, maybe because Qingling was also the owner of the purple treasure.
"Hongmeng Ziqi? Hongmeng Ziqi will be frightened by me saying 'I'll break you'? Your joke is too unreliable." He looked at Zibao with contempt, Qingling would not give it to him.
Save some face. "A stone is just a stone, what's there to be ashamed of? A pig's nose won't turn into an elephant if you stick a green onion in its nose..."
"Hey, hey, hey~!~! Little girl, please be careful when speaking to me! I was originally the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but it was just that my power was used up and sealed! The day I regain my strength, I will definitely
, I must kill those little lovers of yours and make you regret treating me like this today!!"
"Are you threatening me?!" Qing Ling's eyes immediately changed, and her attitude was not good. "I don't need you to regain your strength sooner or later. I will break you to pieces first!"