Chapter 1405: The Magic Power of the Witch Ancestor

Whether they are the Han Chinese in the Middle Kingdom or the people in the Western Regions, their gods are not the Twelve Witch Ancestors. Only the races that inherit the ancient witchcraft of the Jiuli people believe in the Twelve Witch Ancestors.

The Jiuli people are not one of the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang today. The glorious era of the Jiuli people is very far away from now. They once created a splendid civilization in the Yangtze River Basin.

Unfortunately, in the Battle of Zhuolu Plain, Chi You, the leader of the Jiuli tribe at that time, was defeated by Xuanyuan of the Huaxia tribe in the Yellow River Basin.

Since then, the Jiuli tribe has basically disappeared in Central China. Only in the Seven Star Mountains of Western Hunan in Central China, a small number of Jiuli tribe members have lived incognito and multiplied.

Most of the Jiuli people who fled into the Shiwanda Mountains in southern Xinjiang gradually disappeared over the long years. It is said that they split into four ancient witch clans.

After that, the ancient Wu clan also disappeared in southern Xinjiang, and today there are five clans, all claiming to be descendants of the Wu clan from the Jiuli clan.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were the twelve capable generals under Chi You at the time. All of them had powerful witchcraft skills and could move clouds and rain. In the early and middle stages of the Battle of Zhuolu, they defeated Xuanyuan one after another, which shows the strength of their witchcraft skills. .

Since ancient times, the witch clan has believed that everything in the world is spiritual, and that ancestral witches can come through spiritual inspiration and summon various creatures to help in battle.

Practicing the legendary psychic witchcraft does not require tyrannical power. It requires a kind of spiritual belief and spiritual power cultivation, and the results are extremely fast.

For example, Kelsang flies in the air, which is different from those of Middle-earth cultivators. Instead, it turns into an imperial river with six legs, which is a kind of psychic witchcraft.

Ye Xiaochuan thought of what was recorded in "The Magic of Gods and Demons: Witchcraft": "Witch means blessing. Women can do invisible things, and they can enchant gods by dancing."

It is also recorded in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Great Wilderness East Classic": "Gods, demons, monsters, Buddhas and immortals, Heaven's heart is cultivated before me. The twelve ancestral witches are interpreted by God's blessing, and the three realms of supernatural powers dance."

In witchcraft, there is a kind of dance that is extremely weird, especially when women dance it, it can have great power.

He secretly glanced at Gesang, who was saluting the statues of the Twelve Witch Ancestors, and wondered if this witch could perform the kind of witch clan's heaven-sacrifice dance that could even draw away the souls of gods.

He absolutely did not believe that the legendary dance was a beautiful artistic dance, but something similar to the murderous dance that Yun Qiyou knew.

To be honest, Ye Xiaochuan really wanted to see the beautiful Gesang twist her butt and perform the heaven-sacrifice dance. It would be very exciting.

Whatever this guy thinks in his heart, it will show on his face.

As soon as I had the dirty thought of watching Gesang twerk and dance, a very lewd smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I secretly looked at Gesang from time to time, and I began to imagine that kind of scene in my mind.

Ye Xiaochuan did not notice that there seemed to be something wrong with the expressions of the others. The others squinted at the statues of the Twelve Witch Ancestors on the stone platform, and their eyes gradually changed, becoming dull and confused.

In fact, everyone showed weird expressions, some were happy, some were sad, some were confused...

When Yang Yishuang seemed to have lost his mind and slowly took a few steps and bumped directly into the stone platform in front of him, Ye Xiaochuan realized that except for Gesang directly, almost all of his companions seemed to be possessed by evil spirits.

He was shocked, thinking that Gesang had poisoned him secretly. Unexpectedly, Gesang shrugged and said: "Don't look at me, it has nothing to do with me. These twelve witch ancestor statues have been standing here for tens of thousands of years. Each statue itself has a breathtaking magical power. This magical power It's not strong. As long as you are careful, you won't be attacked. These companions of yours don't know God.

Like the secret, without any precautions, and lost some of the mind, it is reasonable. "

The words were spoken easily, but disdain and pride appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She had always been very serious after learning about the origins of these young people. Now she saw that these young cultivators, who were famous in the Middle-earth, had only this kind of mentality, and she immediately regained some confidence.

I thought to myself that these Middle-earth humans like to spread rumors and exaggerate, so my witchcraft may not be lost to them.

If there was a life-and-death fight, he would definitely have the upper hand with his mysterious poison skills.

After hearing what Gesang said, Ye Xiaochuan was shocked again. He raised his head and took a closer look at one of the statues. After just a moment, he felt that his mind seemed to be slowly controlled by the statue, and he knew that what Gesang said was true.

His luck and dantian whispered in a low voice: "Wake up!"

This cry was not loud, but it contained the essence of Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation. The sound penetrated people's hearts and souls, just like the roar of a lion in Buddhism.

When everyone heard Ye Xiaochuan's shout, it was like an enlightenment, deafening and enlightening. Everyone was a master of cultivation and had strong magic power, and they woke up from their confusion in an instant.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly after they woke up. Some people thought it was a poisonous attack by a Miao wizard, so they shouted and revealed their magic weapon.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaochuan hurriedly said: "Don't look at the statues of the Twelve Witch Ancestors, those statues have soul-stirring demonic power."

Only then did everyone understand what was going on.

Suddenly everyone's face turned red.

They are all descendants of high-ranking people, but they are actually lost in their minds by a few stone statues. Where can they put this face if word spreads about it?

Fortunately, he was not the only one who was tricked, and everyone else was also tricked, so the embarrassing atmosphere was relieved a little.

Seeing that everyone turned their heads and looked away, Gesang did not dare to look at the stone statue, so he covered his mouth and chuckled a few times.

Suddenly he said: "Your souls were all deceived by the statue of the witch ancestor just now, even the two Buddhist masters who have always focused on cultivating the mind are no exception. I don't know why Mr. Ye can escape."

Of course, Ye Xiaochuan would not say that he had been imagining you twisting your buttocks to dance the witch tribe's heavenly sacrifice dance, and did not pay much attention to the statues of the twelve witch ancestors on the altar stone platform.

He snorted and said lightly: "This young master has a profound cultivation and a firm mind. Naturally, he will not be easily deceived by the demon power. What's so strange about this?"

As soon as he said this, he immediately felt a dozen malicious eyes shooting at him.

His heart was cold, knowing that he had said the wrong thing again. Didn't he just say that other people's cultivation was not profound and their minds were not firm?

Thinking of this, he felt that his ears began to hurt. It was estimated that after leaving Tianhuodong, he would inevitably be beaten by those violent fairies again.

He hurriedly said: "Miss Gesang, the noble wizard is still waiting for us, let's go quickly."

Almost everyone who passed by Ye Xiaochuan stared at him with a sinister look for a while.

Ye Xiaochuan's scalp was numb from being looked at.

Finally, Jiese walked up to Ye Xiaochuan with a sneaky look on his face and whispered, "Boss, you're done. You've offended everyone with what you just said. Just wait to be beaten. I'm not skilled enough, and I'm not smart enough to help you. You'd better take care of yourself!" Ye Xiaochuan looked at the complacent Gesang and suddenly felt that he had fallen into a trap.