Witch Wind

Chapter 307: Heavy Troops Attack (Part )

Even the most calm and composed Cang Qiu, the most gloomy Jiang Gui, and the most unrestrained Zi Zhi, all changed their expressions - after all, the reason why all the emperors, generals, and famous figures in history could gather in this world was the work of those saints.

And among all the saints, the most unfathomable is the 'Supreme Saint of Morality'.

The group looked at Xingye and the others with great envy. Their master had actually received instruction from a moral saint? What kind of earth-shattering treasure was the holy weapon that He was collecting materials to refine?

At that moment, ninety-nine percent of the people present were extremely greedy for a treasure they had never seen before!
Zizhi nodded slowly: "If you put it that way, it does make sense... Hey, you are blessed... But it's strange that you have inherited the legacy of that saint, but you were forced to abandon your homeland and flee to this world... You are really useless."

Zizhi was telling the truth.

Xingye, Xingyue, many elders, and a group of elite warriors all had extremely ugly faces - don't hit people in the face, you bastard old man.

The lid of the coffin was slowly moved away.

An extremely pure breath of life turned into a visible, almost liquefied green mist that rolled out.

The thick fog dispersed, revealing a strong man who was about six feet tall, with a mighty and majestic appearance. His skin and flesh still maintained the same color as that of a living person, and his body was very active. Even his heart was still beating slightly and his blood was still flowing.

Next to the sturdy man, there was a split golden round shield, a broken single-edged heavy halberd, and a tattered heavy armor with a dragon pattern piled at his feet.

It is indeed the remains of a powerful practitioner.

Zizhi approached the man, frowned, and looked him up and down: "Eh? This guy looks familiar. Tsk, I seem to have seen him somewhere before? Could it be that he is an old acquaintance?"

Starry night, starry moon, all the elders changed color.

With a loud bang, the heart inside the corpse suddenly beat extremely vigorously. From all directions, rolling Taichu Qi gathered madly and poured into this "corpse" madly!
"Jingzhe steals the sky and fakes death to exchange lives!" Xing Tianli and a group of great witches exclaimed in unison. This is the secret technique of the Witch Palace, a secret technique that imitates insects in nature and disguises oneself as a corpse - this corpse is clearly a living person!
It's chaos, it's all chaos.

If what Xingye and the others said was true, they learned the top Taoist formation inheritance from the man in the coffin. Then, why could this guy lying in the coffin, relying on the magical innate Jiamu coffin to maintain a certain level of physical activity, perform such top-notch witch palace secret techniques?
Practicing both witchcraft and Taoism?
How could it be so easy? The way of witchcraft focuses more on refining the body, while the way of immortality focuses more on the soul. The two are not incompatible, but they are also clearly distinct. If you want to practice both, you must be like Xing Tianli, who practices the fundamental law that has been modified by the supreme power and fundamentally integrates all the great ways into one. Only then can you...

Countless thoughts flashed through Xing Tianli's mind, and then he nodded slowly.

The origin of his fundamental method "A Stick of Incense in the Furnace of Heaven and Earth" points directly to a certain saint... So, if the person in this coffin is related to the "moral saint", it is not impossible that he practices both witchcraft and Taoism.

Xing Tianli was able to quickly accept this "fact" because he himself was the "crystallization" of the confluence of witchcraft and Taoism. Even his fundamental laws incorporated some of the essence of Buddhism, military science, and even Mohism and Miscellaneous Schools.

However, for pure great witches like Cang Qu, Jiang Gui and Zi Zhi, it was extremely difficult for them to accept such things for a while.

However, among all the people present, the one who reacted the most was not them, but Xingye, who stood beside the coffin and took the initiative to open the lid of the coffin. Hearing the exclamations of the crowd, Xingye immediately understood what the eight words "Qingzhe steals the sky, fake death to exchange life" meant - the person in the coffin was fake dead!

He is alive!

Stay alive!

Xingye retreated rapidly, but then he heard a loud roar. The majestic man in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and an extremely sharp and domineering aura rose into the sky. He sat up suddenly, his eyes quickly swept around, and stayed on Zizhi for a moment, and then his eyes were fixed on Xingye who was retreating rapidly.

"Bitch, suffer death!"

The man shouted loudly, raised his arms, and swung his fist. His right fist created a bloody tide. Then a dragon roar was heard, and a dragon-shaped fist tore through the void. With endless murderous intent to destroy all things, it slammed down towards Xingye.

Xingye let out a long roar and threw out a palm-sized leaf that was completely green, like a leaf carved from emerald jade.

A suffocating and majestic pressure gradually rose, and the shadow of a world tree appeared behind Xingye. Wisps of emerald green divine light rolled down and condensed into a thick hexagonal light shield in front of Xingye.

The blood-colored fist force hit the light shield with a loud bang, and the light shield cracked into dozens of very fine cracks, and the blood-colored fist force was also shattered by the light shield. Xingye groaned, and was knocked back hundreds of feet by the residual force of the fist force, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

She didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and shouted hoarsely: "Senior Xiang Liang, do you still remember the friendship between our ancestors and you who fought side by side against the enemy? Your blood is still in our clan, we are all one family!"

Everyone's eyes widened.

The Yu, Xia and Shang families are fine, in their minds, the so-called three ancient families, except Yu, Xia and Shang, the others are all young people.

As for the people from the other three families, the people from the Great Zhou remained silent, the people from the Great Qin suddenly changed their expressions, and the people from the Liu Han and Li Tang families were all stunned, as if they had seen a ghost - Xiang Liang? Is it the Xiang Liang from the end of the Qin Dynasty? The Xiang Liang who was the leader of the uprising army at the end of the Qin Dynasty and was defeated and killed by Zhang Han?

The most important thing is that he is the uncle of Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, that Xiang Liang?

Did he once fight against powerful enemies side by side with the ancestors of Xingye and Xingyue?

Well, he actually left bloodline among these alien races?
Many young men in the three Gu families, with their eyes rolling around and flashing, stared at those pretty, slender and exceptionally delicate foreign girls, and all of them had some different thoughts in their minds.

Well, everyone knows what the dude is thinking, so there’s no need to say more.

There are already 'predecessors' who have set an example, right?
Xiang Liang's face changed slightly, and he slowly stood up, breathing heavily. His blood and energy fluctuated, and his blood and energy surged like volcanic magma, and there was a faint sunlight lingering on his body.

Among the three ancient families, a senior elder muttered in a low voice "Kuafu bloodline"!
Yes, the blood and energy surging in Xiang Liang's body clearly came from the Kuafu clan - they possessed a certain amount of power from the Golden Crow Sun, were extremely fast, had infinite strength, and had great endurance, making them the best in the witch clan!

No matter how powerful the bloodline inheritance of any major witch clan is, once they fight against the members of the Kuafu lineage, if they cannot suppress and subdue them within the first three moves, it means that it is basically impossible for you to defeat the members of the Kuafu clan - after a long period of stalemate and fierce fighting, the witches of other bloodlines will definitely be the ones who are exhausted and defeated in the end.

The endurance of the Kuafu clan is absolutely unmatched in the world, and no other bloodline can compare with them.

The old monsters of the three ancient families had already formed a consensus over the long years - if they wanted to capture a city or a strong enemy, the Xingtian clan, the Zhurong clan, or any of the powerful clans would be excellent candidates for the vanguard; but if they were surrounded and had to defend an isolated city, then the only candidate must be the Kuafu clan!
The blood that Xiang Liang aroused was clearly that of Kuafu.

But in addition to the blood of Kuafu, there was a more pure air swirling on his body surface, and there were wisps of black and white fairy light lingering around. Countless black and white fairy lights were circling above his head, interweaving into two Tai Chi fish running and swimming, which was quite magical.

Well, he also got the true Taoist teachings and studied an extremely profound Taoist scripture!

As the black and white Tai Chi fish circled, the Taichu Qi roared in from all directions. Xiang Liang's strong body was like a black hole, swallowing up all the Taichu Qi.

Then, he could hear a continuous rumbling sound of thunder inside his body. Blocked meridians were unblocked, broken bones were reconnected, and the damaged, broken, and shriveled internal organs quickly became full and plump under the flushing of abundant blood and qi, and quickly recovered to their original state.

Xiang Liang swallowed the Primordial Qi in big gulps. His skin, which was originally slightly dark, quickly regained its color and gradually took on a deep bronze color. His pores opened, and a large amount of foul-smelling blood continued to seep out of his pores. Strands of dirty blood slid down, and could not remain on his skin at all. The middle-aged beautiful woman who had just been forced back by the two Xiangliu elders let out a clear whistle, and more than a hundred men, women, old and young from the large group of migrating foreign tribes came forward one after another, with a hint of nervousness and fear, and slowly approached Xiang Liang's coffin.

These more than one hundred aliens clearly have certain physical differences from the people around them. Their bodies are stronger. The bodies of normal aliens are like thin willow branches in spring, while their bodies are as thick as big wooden stakes.

In particular, the serious Xingye and Xingyue tribesmen, both men and women, all have slender faces, pointed chins, and the standard "foxie" appearance. And the facial contours of these hundreds of foreign tribesmen have similar features to Xiang Liang, with a slightly square face shape, which makes them more tough and resolute than other tribesmen.

At the signal from the beautiful middle-aged woman, the hundreds of foreign men and women knelt in front of Xiang Liang's coffin without saying a word, and kowtowed vigorously.

Xiang Liang's face turned extremely ugly.

In the camp of the three ancient families, there were already clansmen who knew of Xiang Liang's historical reputation, or even had seen Xiang Liang in person. They laughed in a low voice, and jokes like "even a hero can hardly resist the temptation of beautiful women" emerged like a tide.

Xiang Liang was silent for a long time. His aura became more and more intense as the primordial Qi continued to flow in. His aura had already climbed to the level of Golden Immortal Perfection, and was constantly accumulating and breaking through to the Taiyi Realm.

Obviously, Xiang Liang's cultivation was far beyond the Golden Immortal Realm, but he suffered a severe injury and his cultivation dropped a lot.

When he woke up just now, his aura was only at the perfect level of an ordinary earthly immortal. This was obviously inconsistent with his reputation in history and his identity... How could the cultivation level of a dignified Xiang Liang be weaker than that of an old treacherous minister like Qin Hui?

However, his injuries were obviously very serious.

He was lying in that coffin before. This coffin that kept emitting a strong breath of life seemed to only keep his body alive, but it did not play any positive role in his physical injuries. Instead, it was constantly suppressing his body, causing his physical injuries not only to not heal at all, but to continue to worsen?

Xiang Liang was seen lying on his back, howling loudly for a long time, then he stomped his feet hard. With a loud bang, the coffin made of innate Jia wood and with lines of life inside burst into infinite light. Xiang Liang kicked with all his strength, but failed to cause the slightest damage to the coffin.

Xiang Liang's expression became more and more ugly. He pointed his finger, and the broken single-edged halberd, the torn golden heavy shield, and the broken heavy armor flew up and hung beside him. He jumped out of the coffin, and with a flash of Buddha's light in his left hand, the coffin was put into a small space that suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

Everyone present took a deep breath again.

Well, Xiang Liang not only studied a profound Taoist scripture, he even achieved the Buddhist secret power of the palm of the hand - wow, could it be that these monks who left Tailan Star, their communication of 'sharing what they have' and 'comprehensive understanding' has reached this level?
In other words, have the saints who presided over the migration of various sects eliminated even the most basic differences between them?

Xiang Liang stood in front of the kneeling foreign men and women, looking at the two pretty women whose eyes and eyebrows were somewhat similar to his, and said in a deep voice: "Your mother..."

A woman raised her head and looked hesitantly at the beautiful middle-aged woman who had just given them a secret signal.

Xiang Liang was inexplicably furious. He stomped his feet hard, and with a loud bang, the huge rock where everyone was standing shook violently and sank dozens of feet to the ground. A force as scorching as the sun blasted into the depths of the rock, and flames spurted out from the edge of the rock. A large number of stones were melted by the high temperature and turned into flowing bright magma.

"Tell me!" Xiang Liang shouted, "Where is your mother?"

The aura of Xiang Liang was like that of a god or a demon, extremely violent. The terrifying fluctuations of his immortal soul surged towards this group of foreign men and women like a tsunami, forcing their minds to go blank. The red lips of the two pretty girls turned pale, and they immediately confessed everything.

Their mother gave birth to two sisters and made peace with a foreign race. She was punished by the tribe's high priest and joined the front-line guard team. She carried out many missions that were almost certain to end in death. Finally, in a massive attack by the mechanical aliens, the camp was covered by hundreds of super-yield re-fusion bombs. Even the leaf talisman bestowed by the Supreme Being could not protect her.

The two girls became orphans with no one to rely on in the tribe. When they grew up a little, they were forced to join the guard team.

Their husbands were also members of the tribe who had committed serious crimes and were punished. They fought side by side in the guard team, lived and died together, and formed a friendship. Naturally, they became husband and wife and had children.

They gradually branched out and now have hundreds of descendants.

The husbands of the two women were also surrounded by a large number of mechanical aliens when they were on a mission as part of the guard team, and they were unable to break out and return... Even their corpses were recovered by the mechanical aliens, and it was unknown what kind of weird war puppets they were refined into.

Originally, the two women could not hold their own in the guard team.

Fortunately, the high priest of the tribe discovered the use of Xiang Liang's 'corpse', which was to extract essence and blood from his body, and use the mother tree to transform them into war puppets that were exactly the same as Xiang Liang.

The war puppet created from Xiang Liang's corpse had the strength of a perfect immortal body cultivator when it was born...

Because of this "huge breakthrough", the treatment of the two women and several children in the tribe suddenly soared a lot, from being criminals, to being treated like ordinary tribesmen.

Xiang Liang was so angry that his face turned black and his teeth were chattering.

His eyes were like knives, staring straight at Xingye, Xingyue and the group of beautiful female elders, and he said in a stern voice: "Okay, okay, okay, the saint flew through the void and went to another world to find a way out for us... We are seriously injured, so we will stay in your tribe to recover, teach you the great way, improve your cultivation civilization, and assist you in fighting against the metal demon that vowed to destroy everything."

"I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it..."

Xiang Liang laughed strangely: "Xiang, I have to thank you for your kindness to my children... Moreover, Xiang sealed my body to survive the catastrophe, and I have to thank you for taking care of this broken body."

Xiang Liang was so angry that he jumped up and down. In his haste, he simply cursed like a street hooligan.

He cursed at Xingye and Xingyue, and said in a stern voice: "No wonder the foundation of my body was so weak and my essence was so depleted after I woke up... I can hardly even maintain my cultivation level... How much of my life essence and blood have you taken away over the years to create those so-called war puppets?"

The dull sound of horse hooves rang out, and teams of strong men who looked just like Xiang Liang, majestic and powerful, riding red rabbit horses, formed neat teams and quickly passed through the world channel.

These war puppets, team after team, poured into this world in the blink of an eye. More than a hundred thousand people?

Xiang Liang's face turned green in waves, and the great witches of the three families of Yu, Xia and Shang who were present all felt a chill on the back of their necks - my goodness, they extracted Xiang Liang's vital blood from his body to refine war puppets... With so many war puppets, Xiang Liang was not drained dry, and was able to recover his cultivation to the perfection of a Golden Immortal. This man is truly gifted and has an extremely strong foundation!
Xingye waved his hands in fear, "Mr. Xiang Liang, your wife is an apprentice priest of our tribe. According to the ancestral rules, she should remain a virgin before becoming a formal priest. Her conjugation with you and the birth of your bloodline are in themselves a violation of the ancestral rules... Especially, intermarriage between our tribe and other tribes is a taboo."

"We, we, didn't we also take good care of your descendants later on?"

"As for your body..." Xingye laughed dryly, "We don't know either. You are still alive?"

Xiang Liang said coldly: "You really don't know that I'm still alive? Hey, Metatheus, didn't I tell you that I was just faking my death to heal my wounds?"

Xiang Liang suddenly laughed: "Yes, she can't tell. If she tells, then I am not faking my death, but really dead, right?"

As soon as Xiang Liang said this, Xingye and the high priests' faces suddenly changed. Obviously, he was right.

(End of this chapter)