Chapter 862: 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.

The premise is that all this is true. If this period of history is true, then compared with the current statement of the Yanming Xuantian Clan, the sense of irony is extremely strong.

The ancestral witch who died fighting to protect the Yanyue Xuantian clan was hidden in history.

Jiuli, the son who inherited his ideas, was turned 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.

His heart told himself that this was actually true.

Even though he was not from his own ethnic group, through those memory fragments, he seemed to have experienced the past years, and he seemed to have truly entered history when he felt the same pain.

So, how did Jiuli die, what specifically did the Chief Si Quan do, when did the Xuantian Great Witch Clan change its name to the Yanming Xuantian Clan, and how are the three gods of the sun, moon and star related to the history of this clan? ?

These answers are 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 pieces are left." Xu Qing murmured, feeling the four skulls emerging from the purple crystal, and also 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 invasion to him. With a single thought, he can make this gray fog stir because of him, and even if it bothers him, it has relatively disappeared.

He clearly judged that if he wanted to leave, the gray mist would move with him.

It's just that there are flaws in such a departure. 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, sinking to become a part of himself.

"At that time, I was no longer a spiritual cultivator, but"

Xu Qing raised his head and looked at the horizon.

For witches, he is both strange and familiar. Strange because he has never been in contact with them, and 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 that's not the path he wants to take.

"Witch, at the cost of death, you only severely damaged that powerful god." Xu Qing squinted his eyes, looked at the mud, and thought about a solution.

He actually thought of a method, but this method requires five skulls to unfold, and 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 looked normal, waited for three breaths, and said again, "If you don't come out, you won't have to come out in the future."

When 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, and countless rejections were conveyed to Xu Qing's heart.

"I will control the gray fog and not interfere with you on the way." After Xu Qing finished speaking and waving his hands, 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 little, and so did her rejection.

"When the matter is completed, I will give you a piece of the flesh and blood of the Red Mother." Xu Qing's voice was calm.

The flesh and blood of the Red Mother was something that Xiaoying longed 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 declined again.

"If you don't obey, then there is no need to continue our relationship as master and servant."

Xu Qing's voice was clear, and a cold feeling fell in 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, but quickly dispersed under the interference of Xu Qing, so Xiaoying's sinking was much smoother than before.

Soon they arrived at the position of 800 feet, but here Xu Qing clearly felt the power of the seal 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 release his breath to interfere with the spread of gray mist.

Therefore, the small shadow sank and gradually slowed down, and the wails also came out.

But it was better than the previous state. Xiaoying also tried his best to fight against the gray fog and sank to more than 900 feet. Here, it was somewhat unable to survive.

After all, it split too much that time before, and it has not recovered yet and is in a weak state.

Seeing this, Xu Qing suddenly said, "Two pieces of red mother's 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 could not release his breath to interfere at all, so the mist rolled in over a wide area, and Xiaoying'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 moment it was swallowed and sealed in the purple crystal, Xiaoying collapsed. He seemed dead, but there was a trace of him, and he came back from the mud three feet below Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was not surprised that Xiaoying's habits were cunning. Although everything that happened before was true, it was also exaggerated, so Xu Qing didn't believe that it would really care about everything.

It is expected that a small ray of shadow is hidden. Xiaoying's here is indeed almost to the limit. After this ray returns, Xiaoying is very dim in the purple crystal and is about to fall into a deep sleep.

But it struggled to prevent itself from falling asleep immediately. Instead, it instinctively sent out weak waves of emotion towards Xu Qing, as if it wanted to confirm.

"I...meat"

Xu Qing nodded and felt Xiaoying's condition, understanding that it didn't matter whether she had flesh or blood now, since she didn't have the strength to eat anyway.

But Xu Qing was kind-hearted, and he felt that the necessary comfort was still needed. "I'll feed you when you wake up."

Xiaoying heard this and fell into a contented sleep, while Xu Qing closed his eyes and meditated to repair himself.

A few days later, his eyes suddenly opened and revealed their brilliant light.

Now that he has five skulls, another method can be used to remove the skulls.

This method does not require melting silt to form channels.

Once unfolded, the skull below can be allowed to 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.

Suddenly 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 and floated above Xu Qing's head, arranged in a pentagonal shape.

Looking at these five skulls, Xu Qing made a secret with his hands and muttered something in his mouth. Soon, circles of ripples spread out from one skull, followed by

Looking at the whirlpool, Xu Qing roared and sang, "The soul of heaven and earth comes from its original source."

The sound carries an ancient feel, 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.

The four groups of gray fire are essentially the same as the skull in the purple light.

This technique is exactly the ruthless way of tracing the origin of five lives taught to Xu Qing by Chen Erniu. The principle is that tracing back to the origin can attract things from the same origin.

But the prerequisite is that you have five yuan first.

At this moment, when the four pills of gray fire appeared, Xu Qingjing immediately launched the method of fishing for the moon, and grabbed the four groups of gray fire that were summoned back from the vortex. Each of them trembled, and three of them escaped from the vortex. be ingested directly.

Reflected in the traces of water on Xu Qing's palm, Xu Qing felt excited in his heart. Although not all of them were fished out, three skulls were fished out at one time, which is enough to show that the senior brother's technique is amazing.

So he immediately swallowed a large number of memory fragments in the water, and like a storm, it exploded directly in Xu Qing's mind and merged with the previous fragments quickly, and he quickly pieced together more memories!

The ancient wind comes again, as if it is blown up, and Qin comes out with funeral songs.

It tells the story of the chief minister 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. Under his command, the Xuantian Great Witch Clan has united to show its renaissance, and the new generation has gradually grown up and supports him immensely.

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 inherit 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 great siquan 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 witches and began the battle of resistance in Manchangtian. Until the years passed, a bloody feast prepared for him by the people he protected in every possible way appeared.