Honghuang: Senior Brother of the Chan Sect, I am Guangchengzi

Chapter 247: The Wizard Cangjie Creates Characters
Although Chi You and his eighty brothers were suppressed by the human race's fortune because of their restoration of the witch clan's essence, they still learned many strange witchcrafts relying on the legacy left over from their previous lives.

In addition, Chi You himself had the luck of the human race, and he came up with a way to use luck to control luck, thereby removing some of the suppression and being able to use some power, which naturally made the strength of the Jiuli tribe increase dramatically.

However, the human luck in Chi You is limited. At most, it can help him and Feng Bo and Yu Shi relieve 10% of the suppression. If he wants to use more power, he will need more luck.

However, at this time, the Jiuli tribe had been surrounded by the Youxiong tribe, and many immortals, gods and Buddhas were watching from the sky, making it impossible for them to expand excessively.

Once they find someone alone, these gods, spirits and Buddhas will not show mercy but kill him immediately, forcing these great witches to disperse in all directions to protect the tribe.

So after much thought, Chi You suddenly came up with a good idea, which was to let the Wu clan and the human clan intermarry, so as to give birth to a lineage of Wu people!
Although the original Jiuli tribe was composed of reincarnations of the witch clan and no humans were included, in addition to the Jiuli tribe, there were some tribes that chose to join them, and they were all pure humans.

If the witch clan and the human race really give birth to offspring together, these witch descendants will inevitably split the destiny of the human race.

In this way, Chi You can relieve more of his own oppression and allow those great witches to exert their original power.

"If these great witches can completely lift the suppression, then unless a saint descends, no matter how strong this heroic tribe is, it will not be able to resist my combined forces!"

Chi You sat in the main hall with a fanatical look on his face, telling the many great witches in front of him about his grand plan.

The five chiefs of the Ancestral Witch Tribe, Xingtian, Jiufeng, Xiangliu, Fengbo and Yushi, looked at each other, and were surprised by Chiyou's idea.

However, after careful consideration, they also felt that this was a good idea. After all, times are different now and the witch clan also needs to change. It is impossible to continue to maintain the idea of ​​pure bloodline.

After all, even the dragon clan chose to join the human clan, and the demon clan did their best to help Xuanyuan win, so they had nothing to be embarrassed about.

Under the deliberate efforts of these great witches, the witch clan also began to try to intermarry with the human race, and in the end, a lineage of witches was actually born.

This lineage of witches has both a strong body and abundant spirit. They have discarded the shortcomings of the witch clan and inherited the advantages of the human race. They are simply perfect and seem to be a gift from heaven.

And those great sorcerers who originally only wanted to use the sorcerer lineage to split the destiny of the human race were also delighted after seeing this.

If they were not concerned about the overall situation, I am afraid they would all want to connect this bloodline to Pangu Palace, and the Witch Clan would revive again because of this!
With the birth of the wizard, the destiny of the human race, which was supposed to be eternal and unchanging, began to change. It seemed that some force was trying to divide this destiny, and it was so fierce that this destiny could not resist.

In the end, his luck actually declined a bit, and he was directly integrated into the witch lineage.

Pangu Hall.

The Xuanming Ancestral Witch, who was originally reminiscing about his past glory, was shocked. He immediately stood up and looked at those witches from afar.

Seeing these new witches appear, the ancient goddess couldn't help but burst into tears, and a huge stone fell from her heart. She couldn't help but mutter, "It's done, it's finally done!"

"Yes, we finally succeeded, but we are really sorry to Chi You and those great witches."

Suddenly, a peaceful voice was heard in the hall.

Hearing this voice, Xuan Ming calmed down a little, shook his head and sighed: "We are indeed sorry for them, but for the sake of the Wu clan, we have to do this."

The voice sounded again: "I hope their sacrifice was worthwhile, and I also hope that the brothers can be resurrected and come back."

Xuan Ming nodded heavily and said in a serious tone: "Sister Pingxin, with these witches here, the ten brothers will definitely be able to accumulate enough power to revive.

But what we need to do is not over yet. Without the consent of the saint, I am afraid that even if they have the hope of resurrection, they will not be able to really come back. "

As Xuan Ming finished speaking, a vague figure appeared in the hall. Although her face could not be seen clearly, she was the former Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, and now the Empress Pingxin.

It was with her help that Xuan Ming was able to successfully break into the cycle of reincarnation and allow the souls of the Wu clan to be reincarnated.

Otherwise, she would definitely be blocked by the innate formations outside the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and finally be stopped by the Twelve Immortals, the Ancestor of the Styx, and Bixia Yuanjun. It is possible that she would die directly.

Ping Xin said calmly: "Although this matter is difficult, it is not impossible. Although I have not yet been completely resurrected, I have taken this opportunity to be in harmony with the way of heaven and can see a glimpse of the future.

In the near future, there will inevitably be chaos between heaven and earth, and a new catastrophe will reappear. The danger of this new catastrophe will be even more terrifying than the war between the wizards and liches.

Even if there is a catastrophe that is comparable to or even exceeds the collapse of Buzhou, it is not impossible. We will find an opportunity during this catastrophe."

Xuan Ming was shocked after hearing this and asked quickly, "How is it possible? The collapse of Mount Buzhou during the Lich Calamity is the most serious event in the history of the prehistoric world, even more terrifying than the destruction of the West.

Is there anything more terrifying than this? And who could cause such harm? If it happened, even a saint would personally take action. "

Pingxin smiled coldly and said calmly: "How do you know that it was not the saint who did it himself?" After hearing this, Xuanming, who was originally anxious, also fell silent.

Indeed, apart from a saint, no one could have caused something more serious than the collapse of Buzhou.

But why?

Xuanming continued to ask, but Pingxin shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either. All the Wu Clan could do was to try their best to increase their strength, or at least survive a little longer.

Finally, they can also use this opportunity to surrender to a saint and obtain the saint's permission to resurrect their brother.

While these two were discussing matters, other great gods were not idle either. They were almost all watching the Youxiong tribe and the Jiuli tribe, wanting to see when this battle for the title of Human Emperor would end.

I saw that the Youxiong tribe was full of fairy air, the Buddha's light was surging, the sounds of various Taoist chants were endless, many monks were discussing the Tao with each other, and countless auspicious visions descended from the sky, making this place look like a fairyland.

However, within the Jiuli tribe, there was a surge of evil spirits and foul air, and countless looming figures appeared and disappeared one after another.

There is also an unreachable phantom of the ancestor witch sitting in the sky, holding a big knife with a cold gaze, which can stop children from crying and protect them from ghosts and gods.

The momentum within these two tribes continued to rise, becoming more crazy and more murderous day by day.

No side is willing to retreat, no side is willing to admit defeat, and they only want to crush the other side completely, so as to end the war!
And in this tense atmosphere, an old man leisurely left the Youxiong tribe and headed towards the Jiuli tribe.

Finally, under the gaze of both tribes, he slowly stopped in the middle. Then he seemed to feel tired and couldn't help breathing heavily. It was obvious that he had been old for a long time.

Seeing that the old man was so close to the Jiuli tribe, some ministers in the Youxiong tribe couldn't help but become anxious, fearing that he might have an accident.

Especially Fenghou and Dahong, the two heads of the ministers were even more anxious and had completely lost their usual composure. They wanted to send an army directly to bring the old man back, just because he was Duke Cangjie of Jiaohua.

Cangjie had a very high status because of his admirable vision. The other three ministers were all taught by him, which shows how clever he was.

The number of his other disciples was countless. Eighty percent of the ministers in the Youxiong tribe were taught by him, and the remaining 20% ​​also benefited from his favor.

Now that such a person has left the tribe, they naturally lose their composure and don't know what this commander wants to do.

The Jiuli tribe naturally recognized Cangjie, but they did not send anyone to capture him. It was obvious that they were grateful for his high reputation and did not want to treat this respected old man harshly.

Cangjie took a deep breath and then untied the bag on his back. Inside the bag was not any powerful weapon, but some inconspicuous-looking stone slabs.

On this stone slab, there are dozens of symbols drawn that look like ghost paintings.

Cangjie pointed to one of the symbols and said, "This is fire."

As soon as the words came out, the symbol automatically dissipated, replaced by a ball of burning flame.

The flame was condensed and did not dissipate. Even if there was nothing burning, it would still remain motionless in the air, as if some force was keeping it from being destroyed.

Then Cangjie pointed to several other symbols and said repeatedly: "This is water, this is wind, and this is earth."

The three symbols also dissipated as before, and were replaced by a pool of clear water, a breeze and a piece of soil.

As Cangjie continued to speak, more and more symbols disappeared, and more things floated in the air.

In the dark, all the living beings in the world felt a chill rising in their hearts, as if something was leaking everything about them, and they couldn't help but curse.

But they didn't know who they were scolding, nor did they know what was revealing their secrets. They could only sit on the ground and cry, unable to stand up.

The cries of all the spirits in the ancient world gathered together into a disaster, and endless catastrophes appeared spontaneously. Waves of yin energy appeared near Cangjie, black fog lingered, ghosts cried, gods howled, thousands of souls wailed, and all things were hazy.

Even the sky was dark, without a single cloud, but it was raining blood and blowing a fishy wind, all of which were the anger from all spirits.

Some great gods saw through the details and couldn't help but exclaimed: "This Cangjie is creating characters! All spirits are weeping, and the world is raining blood. This is actually the successful creation of acquired characters!"

Cangjie created characters, which meant that humans would master the first acquired characters. Then all secrets would be recorded, and even the most ordinary humans would be able to know the secrets of the world.

(End of this chapter)