Immortal Road.

"Wu Qiongyan, when will you also achieve the breakthrough to become a great master?"

The Chieftain was in great turmoil. The Cangluan Royal Court had suppressed the Witch Clan for three thousand years, but he did not expect that in this generation, someone would appear in the Witch Clan who could turn things around!

During the period when he was in seclusion, the world was in turmoil, the Wanhui Year spiritual tide was surging, and there were countless super opportunities to reach the sky in one step, so uncontrollable events kept emerging!

He had been trying his best to make the final sprint for the Yuanshen stage, but the opponent still caught up with him.

There are so many heroes in the world, no one will stand still!
"Haha, not too far, not too near, just in this Wanhui Year."

The old woman opened her mouth and smiled as ugly as a night owl. There were not even a few teeth left in her mouth, and the green light in her eyes was surging.

"If I'm not mistaken, your 800-year life span in the Nascent Soul stage should be coming to an end soon. Barbarians generally rely on barbarian patterns to train their bodies, which is harmful to the body. Even if you take longevity elixirs, you won't live for many more years. Breaking through the Soul Stage is your only way out!"

Seeing that the Chief remained silent, she knew that everything was under control.

"The bloodline of this generation of barbarians has been further suppressed. The curse of the witch clan three thousand years ago has deepened, causing your bloodline to be broken and unable to replicate the inheritance of great magical powers to continue to suppress the luck of the tribe!"

"You were unwilling to see the barbarians become a second-class tribe again after you left, so you tried every possible way to forcibly extend your life, break through the Yuanshen lifespan to double your lifespan and live a second life."

“It’s a good idea, but it’s doomed to fail.”

"Because no matter who you believe in, you should not believe in the Black Lotus Sect!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

The chief priest of the witch tribe came here, but instead of fighting to the death with the chieftain, he targeted the Black Lotus Sect. What's going on?

The barbarian marshals and dignitaries suddenly realized!

No wonder the Chieftain has been so abnormal in recent years. He knew that the Black Lotus Cult was doing evil things, but he turned a blind eye to it and even endured the humiliation no matter how much trouble they did.

All of this is because of the continuation of the witch clan's curse. The barbarian royal bloodline is in a state of transition, and the next successor does not have the conditions to become a great master. This forces the chief, whose life span is approaching, to take a risk and plan to prolong his life with his soul!

Thinking of their previous accusations and the resentment over the years, I suddenly felt a mixture of emotions and wanted to slap myself twice. I was so angry at myself for not fighting back!

If they really have the ability to become successors, why would the chieftain be so servile?
But talent is talent. Among such a vast tribe of barbarians and such a huge Jiuli, it is hard to find a person with the bloodline that meets the requirements for a person with great supernatural powers. How sad is it?

This is how small tribes are. Once the number of people with great powers is lost, they will never be able to recover!
The chieftain planned and schemed all his life, but in the end he was still stuck.

With the arrival of the witch tribe's high priest, everything was laid out in the open. Once this layer of window paper was broken, he became even more hopeless!
After hearing this, Youmei Ji simply took back the Yuannian Crystal that she had just taken out and stopped pretending.

She smiled and pursed her red lips, never looking at the distraught chief again, but glanced towards the door.

"The High Priest has come at the perfect time. I believe you have been lurking in the dark in Nanli all these years, waiting for this day to come. You really know how to choose the right time! But, what do you mean by targeting me right away? Our Black Lotus Cult and your Wu Clan should have no intersection, right?"

“There is no intersection.”

The witch tribe's chief priest nodded, his words were always unpredictable.

"On the contrary, I have to thank you. If you hadn't disrupted the Cang Luan Royal Court, it wouldn't have been so easy for me to come out and clean up the situation."

"Haha, that's great. We in the Black Lotus Sect actually like to make friends with powerful people from all over the world, and the Buddha is even more generous. If possible, we can cooperate with each other."

"That's not necessary!"

The other party refused sternly, and Youmei Ji hit a wall on the spot!

She was very surprised. Under such circumstances, the witch tribe broke into the barbarian royal court, which must mean that they wanted to replace it. Shouldn't they win her over? Why did they shut her out?
"What kind of moral character the Black Lotus Sect has can be seen from the Cang Luan mutiny this time. Not only can the barbarians see it clearly, but my witch tribe can see it even more clearly!"

The high priest turned to face the chieftain, and the two looked into each other's eyes.

"The decline of the Barbarians is inevitable. If you don't want your people to be left alone and become pigs and dogs again after you leave, then I am here today to give you a choice."

The chieftain was now disheartened. His dry and thin face was covered with scars of time and he felt bitter as a hero grows old.

"What choice?"

"The two tribes will unite to revive Jiuli."

What? ? ?
All the barbarians were stunned. They didn't expect that the Witch Tribe would actually propose such conditions. They were simply jaw-dropping.

At this time, there is still room for alliance and not to wipe out the barbarians. Are the Witch Clan so kind?

The holy land was destroyed three thousand years ago, and the two tribes have a deep blood feud. During this long period of time, they have been hiding in the mountains, eating raw meat and drinking blood. Anyone would think about revenge all the time.

At the critical moment, the chief priest of the witch tribe came over and told the chieftain that the two tribes should unite. Isn't this the most ridiculous thing in the world?
"Your terms."

The Chieftain was on the contrary extremely sober at this moment, without any of the absurdity he had shown when facing Youmei Ji. His eyelids were heavy. He had sealed his essence and energy for so many years just to delay aging, but now anyone could see the aura of old age in his body.

He is old and can no longer wield a knife.

The barbarians have long been strong on the outside but weak on the inside, like a paper tiger that will break with a single poke. After his death, they will decline rapidly.

In the past, Youmei Ji was his life-saving straw, but now that he is still alive, he has reached the end of his road and can only sigh that time is unforgiving.

The witch clan's chief priest was not surprised and said eight words calmly.

"Return the ancestral weapon and let Zhongli go!"

There was a moment of silence on the field.

The ancestral weapon is the round disk covering the sky above the Cangluan King City today!
This was originally a treasure passed down by the elders in the witch clan’s holy land. However, after it was obtained by the barbarians, they forcibly transformed it and replaced the witch ban with barbarian patterns!
The Wu people are always longing for the ancestral weapon to return to their arms instead of being tampered with or occupied by others.

At this moment, the barbarians spoke up and loudly objected!

“Your Majesty, this is impossible. The Witch Suppression Plate is a sixth-level secret treasure of our clan. It is the capital for our future comeback. Once it is handed over, there will be no chance of recovery!”

"Yes, at worst you can take us away. We'd rather not give up the land of Jiuli, but we must not lose the treasure!"

"If you lose land, you can grab it again. If you lose people, you can regenerate them. If you lose treasure, your future is gone too!"

"The two previous generations of old chieftains exhausted the entire clan's strength to transform the treasure. It was for the sake of our clan's future generations. It prevents our bloodline from declining and becoming depressed. It also provides a foundation for our revival. We must not hand it over!"

All the Wu clan members were furious when they heard this!
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, their blood boiling, and they cursed the barbarians for being despicable and shameless. They thought that robbers were right? "Nonsense, this is clearly our tribe's Dingman Plate!"

"Back then, the witch clan's holy land gathered the wisdom of several ten thousand years to suppress the destiny of the Nine Li people forever, and refined the all-encompassing witch treasure with the sixth level of witch prohibition!"

"When did it become something of your barbarians?"

"Besides robbing, making up, and remaking history, what else do you have that is yours?"

"For more than three thousand years, we have been looking forward to the return of the ancestral artifact. Don't even think about occupying it this time!"

The two sides were arguing fiercely and cursing at each other in anger.

If it weren't for the restraint of the Chieftain and the High Priest, the two enemies would have been extremely jealous of each other and would have started fighting long ago!
Seeing this, Youmei Ji couldn't help but sigh softly.

"The Dingman Plate is a magical treasure of the Wu Clan in this world. It's a pity that it was destroyed in the battle that destroyed the Wu Clan's holy land. Later, the first chieftain of the Barbarian Clan forcibly added barbarian patterns to it, and finally it became a defective product, neither fish nor fowl, like a witch nor a barbarian. It is tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away. It is useless."

If the major holy places knew about the Tongtian Lingbao, the barbarians would have no chance of keeping it with their current ethnic strength!
When the Chief was young, he still had a chance. But now that he is old and frail, how can he hold on to this hot potato?

The first barbarian chief had already considered this.

Erase the witch ban and use barbarian patterns instead. Although it has been downgraded from the Tongtian witch treasure, its previous foundation is far superior to that of the spiritual treasure, and there is no need to worry about the covetousness of the holy land!
Others do not take it seriously, only the witch tribe and the barbarians regard it as a treasure.

When this was brought to mind, the argument immediately became heated.

"I'm sorry I can't agree to that."

The Chieftain finally showed some strength at this time!
He knew that he could lose everything but hope.

This sixth-rank secret treasure is the continuation of the tribe's fortune and the key to ensuring the barbarians' decline and rise again. Once it is lost, it will be difficult for the barbarians to recover.

So he can't give it up!

After hearing this, the witch tribe's chief priest looked calm, without any surprise at all.

"You have to think carefully. I am leading my troops into the city today and I am ready to take over Zhongli completely."

"If you know what's best for you, I can let you live in Nanli. I'll leave a way out for you so that we can meet again in the future."

"If you insist on holding on to the end, the fish will die but the net will not break!"

"You know, for the past three thousand years, our Wu Clan has suffered so much in the hostile environment of Nanli, all while waiting for the boomerang of the holy land's sacrifice curse. This wait has resulted in a world of changes!"

"Times have changed. If you don't change, you will be annihilated."

Youmei Ji watched the conversation between the two with great interest. She seemed like an outsider and had no intention of intervening.

The war outside is in full swing, and there is a verbal battle inside the palace, which is really ironic.

The soldiers of the six barbarian armies and the witch masters had no choice at all. Everything depended on the final decision of the high-ranking officials. The war could continue forever or stop in an instant.

The disciples of the Black Lotus Sect had long been secretly authorized by Princess Youmei to go out under the cover of night to secretly attack the barbarian tribe and collect the last totem pole for her.

Just wait until you finish work and you can leave at any time.

The reason why she stayed in the royal court was nothing more than seeking to "settle the barbarians"!
Although this is a defective magical treasure, it is still a great temptation for her who has just become a great master.

Previously, he planned to control and seduce the King of Chiefs little by little and use the Yuan Nian Crystal as bait to trick him into getting it. However, before he could do that, he was attacked by the human coalition forces and his plan was disrupted.

Now that the Chieftain and the High Priest were facing off, she was thinking about how to take advantage of the conflict between the two old enemies and gain the upper hand!
I don't know.

Outside the palace, the human coalition forces have already advanced straight in and are about to charge into the center of the city.

Lin Shan arrived outside the Frost Blade Palace early, changed his clothes and hid in the crowd, quietly watching the three-party game!

He inadvertently looked up at the sky and saw the disc spinning. The mushroom head on it was getting bigger and bigger. A terrifying aura was brewing, giving people a cold and suffocating feeling.

"So this is what the Dingman Plate and the Zhenwu Plate are like."

Just when the army was attacking the city, he went to check out this thing first, because he realized that it was an incredible treasure!
However, this creature is very psychic. Once it gets close, or senses that the other party has intentions, it will immediately wake up and be on guard, not giving Lin Shan any chance to attack.

He couldn't figure out how to tame this creature for the time being. He thought that the barbarians were so bold as to leave it hanging outside, so they must have sufficient means to control it.

That's why he sneaked into the palace and saw such a wonderful scene!
In particular, the scene in which the Chieftain, who was obviously a person of great supernatural powers, was forced to beg humbly to Youmei Ji because of his lifespan limited by the Nascent Soul stage, touched his heart and made him feel deeply moved!

The Nascent Soul is the Nascent Soul, and the Primordial Spirit is the Primordial Spirit.

If you don't take advantage of the Wanhui Year and rely on the strength of the great masters to grab the last round of spiritual tide opportunities and find the chance to regain your soul.

After the end of the Wanhui Year, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth declined, and if I wanted to seek a higher realm, the difficulty would definitely increase dramatically! ! !

The arrival of the Witch Clan was indeed beyond his expectations.

Especially with the numerous Gu Masters coming in droves, Cang Luan King City was in chaos!
The six barbarian armies are surrounded by enemies, the human alliance launches a fierce attack, the witch tribe's Gu Master takes advantage of the situation, and the Black Lotus Cult secretly fishes in troubled waters
Millions of barbarians in the city suffered heavy casualties, and many were even parasitized by the Gu Master, manipulated into puppets, and used as human bombs at any time!
They attacked anyone they saw indiscriminately. Many human cultivators were also injured by various poisonous insects, and the casualties gradually increased.

On this night of chaos, Lin Shan quietly released the six brothers of evil spirits, vengeful spirits, and vicious spirits. It happened that they had been cooped up for too long and came out to get some fresh air. He emphasized that they should take good care of the witch tribe and the barbarians and not harm friendly forces.

The Void Butterfly was unwilling to be lonely, so it came out to play with its six followers. Lin Shan couldn't control this little ancestor. Thinking that the three dangerous people in the city were currently under his watch, it should be no big deal, so he simply left it alone.

Now that the gap was opened, the sapling of the Phantom Ancient Tree also ran out of the spirit beast ring!

They ran wildly with their legs spread out, the branches and leaves swayed, and they were so happy. Anyone who has been locked up for more than two hundred years would go crazy when he breathes the outside air again!
The streets of the royal city were full of street fighting, with people from all sides fighting fiercely.

A monster suddenly jumped out of the darkness, scaring everyone!
"Hey, am I dazzled? I just saw a tree running around???"

"Bullshit, that's clearly a centaur!"

"How many legs does your centaur have?"

"I don't think it's right. Nowadays, trees have become spirits. All kinds of monsters and ghosts come to the royal city to wander around."

"Alright, alright, you guys shouldn't be hallucinating. Where are these random centaurs and tree spirits? Hey, hey, hey, what the hell? Oh no, put me down now!!!" (End of this chapter)